On the way home, Song Ci secretly wiped away tears without saying a word. Passing by an Industrial and Commercial Bank, Song Ci thought of something, and quickly said to Long Yu, "Brother Long, pull over and stop the car."
Hearing this, Long Yu hurriedly stopped the car.
Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What are you going to do?"
Song Ci took out her wallet from her handbag, and she said, "I remembered that my mother gave me a card as a dowry on the wedding day. I'll check it out."
"I'll accompany you."
The two came to the self-service teller machine. Song Ci inserted the card, entered the password, and chose to check the balance.
18888888.00.
18.88 million.
Song Ci stared blankly at the long row of numbers, and then remembered something.
She vaguely remembered that at the birthday party of her twentieth coming-of-age ceremony, someone asked Du Tingting with a smile, how much dowry she would prepare to give her such a beautiful and outstanding daughter when she got married.
At that time, Du Tingting said: "I love both daughters equally, and I will give 18.88 million to both. Even if the marriage is not happy in the future and there is a dowry, they can divorce if they want to, and they don't have to worry about having no way out. "
Du Tingting is just an idle lady. No one will be surprised that she can give 18.88 million to her own daughter as a dowry. But Song Ci was just an adopted daughter, and they didn't believe that Du Tingting would be so generous to her adopted daughter.
So when they heard this, everyone just laughed it off. Even Song Ci herself didn't take this seriously.
When Song Ci married Cheng Ziang in the previous life, Chaoyang Company was just in a difficult period of economic turnover, and Du Tingting gave all her savings to Mu Mian. So when Song Ci got married, Du Tingting only gave her a dowry of two million.
In this life, when Song Ci got married, the Mu family had not yet fallen into economic crisis, and Du Tingting still kept her small treasury. Even though Song Ci married just an 'ordinary person', Du Tingting still gave her 18.88 million!
Not for the sake of face, nor to curry favor with Song Ci's in-laws, but only for Song Ci's future married life, so that she can speak with more confidence.
Everything Du Tingting said to Song Ci was true. Song Ci looked at the row of numbers, she suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, and stood in front of the ATM, crying bitterly
Han Zhan didn't expect that there would be so much money in the dowry bank card that Du Tingting prepared for Song Ci. He was a little surprised, and at the same time, he had a little more respect for Du Tingting, a woman in his heart. -
Du Tingting's heart was integrated into Mu Qiu's body, and she adapted to this new body very well, and there was no obvious rejection reaction. Du Tingting loves her daughter so much, how could she be willing to let Mu Qiu suffer
After staying in the ICU for a few days, Mu Qiu was finally allowed to be sent to the general ward.
Lying on the bed, Mu Qiu quietly felt the beating power of the heart in his chest, thinking that this belonged to his mother's heart, Mu Qiu didn't feel the joy of the rest of his life.
I don't know if it was influenced by Du Tingting's heart. These days, Mu Qiu can't help but reflect on the stupid things he has done recently. The more I think about it, the more I feel disgusted with that insidious and cruel self.
How could she be so vicious
For her own life, how could she plan to murder the child in her mother's womb? He even nearly killed his mother!
Just because of jealousy and unwillingness, how could she swing a knife at Song Ci and almost kill Song Ci
Because she was afraid of death and wanted to live, how could she be so cruel that she hinted countless times to her father to murder Song Fei
The more he thought about it, the more disappointed Mu Qiu was with himself.
If my mother knew her true face, I'm afraid she would be disappointed.
Knock Knock—
Hearing the knock on the door, Mu Qiu stopped thinking and turned to look at the door of the ward.
Mu Qiu was surprised to see that the person who came was Aunt Zhang who was carrying a big bag. Mu Qiu originally thought that Aunt Zhang had already left her job and found another family after the accident in Mu's family. Seeing Aunt Zhang suddenly, Mu Qiu felt kind, and his eyes were a little sour.
"Aunt Zhang, you haven't left yet?"
Mu Qiu saw from the news that the management of Chaoyang Company has been making a lot of noise recently. Because the chairman Mu Mian was arrested for a crime, which seriously damaged the company's positive and glorious image that it took many years to establish, and the company's stock price plummeted, the board of directors held a meeting and unanimously agreed to kick Mu Mian out of the board of directors.
My mother died, my father was detained, and the Mu family is no longer the old Mu family. What is Aunt Zhang still doing at home? Picture what
"Miss." Aunt Zhang put down the things, and she held Mu Qiu's bone-like fingers, feeling very distressed. "Miss, I'll stay and take care of you, okay?"
Mu Qiu smiled wryly, "Aunt Zhang, you don't have to do this. My mother is dead, and my father has several life debts on his back. I'm afraid he will be sentenced to death."
"This family is gone, why are you still here?" Mu Qiu said, his eyes turned red. But maybe it was because I shed too many tears that night, no matter how sad I am now, I can't shed any tears.
Aunt Zhang didn't know that Mu Qiu was not innocent in the case of Song Fei's murder, she was also a participant behind the scenes. In Aunt Zhang's eyes, Mu Qiu is just a sick little girl who just lost her mother.
She has been in Mu's family for more than ten years, and Mu Qiu can be said to be the one who watched, took care of and raised the children. Now that Mu Qiu has just finished the operation, and there is no one to take care of her, how can Aunt Zhang have the heart to leave Mu Qiu at this time
"I'm worried that you're alone in the hospital. I'll stay and take care of you. After you're discharged from the hospital, I'll find another job." Auntie Zhang couldn't bear to leave like this.
Mu Qiu found warmth in Aunt Zhang.
"Aunt Zhang, my mother..." These days, no one told Mu Qiu about Du Tingting, so Mu Qiu could only ask Aunt Zhang, "Where is my mother now?"
Aunt Zhang felt sad when she thought of his wife's tragic ending. "My wife's kidney was donated to a uremia patient in Xiangjiang Hospital in the South. All other organs and remains were taken away by the medical school."
Although he had been prepared for a long time, Mu Qiu still felt uncomfortable when he heard this.
But she couldn't cry.
Aunt Zhang saw that Mu Qiu's ward was deserted, without a bouquet of flowers or half a piece of fruit, so she asked her, "Has no one visited you?"
Mu Qiu shook his head, "Who would dare to visit me now?" The daughter of a murderer, who would dare to be friends with her
Aunt Zhang couldn't help but feel sad and sighed, "Before the Mu family had an accident, there were countless friends around the lady. Why did everyone cut off contact with you when something happened? These people are too indifferent."
"How normal." Mu Qiu smiled lightly, and said, "If it was me, I would respect the murderer's daughter as well."
"What about Ms. Song? Didn't Ms. Song come to see you?" Aunt Zhang's tone was somewhat complaining, and she felt that Song Ci was too cruel.
Even if Mr. Mu almost killed her sister, the madam and miss did not feel sorry for her at all. She really severed the relationship with the Mu family. Aunt Zhang was very upset and felt worthless for Du Tingting.
Mu Qiu shook his head. "No, it's better if she doesn't come, but when she comes, I don't know how to deal with it."
Mu Qiu has no face to face Song Ci, not only because of what Mu Mian did to Song Fei, but also because he once harbored ill intentions towards Song Ci.
Hearing this, Aunt Zhang was about to cry. She wiped away her tears and comforted Mu Qiu: "It's okay, I'll stay with Miss!"
When it was lunch time, Aunt Zhang went downstairs to cook food, planning to buy chicken soup and broken rice porridge for Mu Qiu.
Not long after Aunt Zhang left, there was another knock on the door.
Mu Qiu silently turned his head and looked at the door of the ward. The door was pushed open, and a tall and straight man walked in holding a bunch of yellow roses.
After not seeing him for many days, Cheng Yanmo's air of indifference that rejects others from thousands of miles away seems to be stronger.
Mu Qiu looked at Cheng Yanmo, his heart seemed to be squeezed by a hand suddenly, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
"Mo..." She almost blurted out Brother Mo, but as soon as she thought of Cheng Yanmo's indifference and avoidance during this period, Mu Qiu guessed Cheng Yanmo's intentions.
She changed her mouth and called out, "Master Cheng."
Cheng Yanmo stood at the entrance, looking at her quietly.
Mu Qiu, who had just undergone the operation, hadn't turned a little bit of blood on his face, and looked pale. The pair of eyes that were vivid and dusty in the past also dimmed, lifeless and gray.
It's easy to pity her like this.
Cheng Yanmo suppressed his love for Mu Qiu, he strode over and put the yellow rose on Mu Qiu's bedside table.
In the empty house, a few bouquets of yellow roses were dotted, which suddenly added popularity.
Mu Qiu lightly sniffed the fragrance of yellow roses, and praised: "It smells so good."
Cheng Yanmo sat down on the sofa and stared at Mu Qiu quietly. He hasn't said a word since entering the room. Mu Qiu felt uneasy when he saw him, she avoided looking at Cheng Yanmo.
Cheng Yanmo seemed to be talking to himself, and said to himself: "I have thought a lot these days."
Guessing what Cheng Yanmo was thinking these days, Mu Qiu asked, "Then Master Cheng has figured out the answer?"
Cheng Yanmo's eyes looked complicated. He looked at Mu Qiu's thin body, and thought of Mu Qiu's sweet smile beside him, and the way she hid in his arms and sobbed softly calling Brother Mo, he felt uncomfortable for a while.
"I figured it out." His voice was deep.
Mu Qiu: "I want to know your answer."
Cheng Yanmo stood up suddenly, his tall and muscular body blocked the sunlight from the window, and also took away a ray of light from Mu Qiu's life.
Coming to Mu Qiu's bed, Cheng Yanmo suddenly bent down and kissed Mu Qiu's forehead.
Being kissed lovingly by Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu was like a criminal waiting to be sentenced, so nervous that he grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, not daring to look at Cheng Yanmo.
Cheng Yanmo's kiss broke apart just a little bit, like a superficial touch.
"Mu Qiu." Cheng Yanmo said: "Wangdong Cheng's family is a century-old family. Every head of the family has made some mistakes more or less, but they all guard the Cheng family very well, and protect the Chuandong Group. very good."
Cheng Yanmo paused as his Adam's apple moved.
He stared at Mu Qiu's face that had lost the last bit of rosy color, held back the pain in his heart, and said as calmly as possible: "The mistress of the Cheng family can be an ordinary woman, a strong woman, or a teacher and follower." A female star, but she can't be the daughter of a murderer."
With a thick neck, Mu Qiu swallowed all the grievances and unwillingness in his stomach.
"Xiaoqiu, I can no longer meet with you. The reputation, interests and status of the Cheng family and Chuandong Group cannot be destroyed in my hands."
"sorry."
Cheng Yanmo straightened up, and when he turned around, Mu Qiu grabbed his wrist. Cheng Yanmo didn't look back, he heard Mu Qiu ask cautiously: "Brother Mo, do you want me?"
Cheng Yanmo struggled inwardly, but finally turned around. When his sight touched Mu Qiu's tearful eye sockets, Cheng Yanmo's heart throbbed solidly.
He brushed off Mu Qiu's hand cruelly, looked at the floor and said, "I'm sorry, brother Mo can't have you." He left the ward as if Cheng Yanmo was fleeing with a jackal behind him.
After leaving the ward, Cheng Yanmo slowed down his pace.
He walked towards the elevator step by step, and the different previous life he saw repeatedly appeared in his mind.
Mu Qiu has indeed done many cruel things in order to survive, but she has a deep love for Cheng Yanmo. The two have been married for eight years.
She was the mother of his two children, and the wife who had stood up for him in the face of danger. Why didn't he love her
But he can't afford to love.
The Cheng family and Chuandong Group cannot be destroyed by him again.
Cheng Yanmo walked into the elevator, met the curious eyes of other people, and then belatedly raised his hand and touched his face. Surprisingly, he could cry too, for a woman. -
Aunt Zhang returned to the ward with the meal, and just as she walked to the door of the ward, she heard Mu Qiu's suppressed crying. It's so sad, it's heartbreaking to hear.
Aunt Zhang stood at the door and waited until Mu Qiu was tired from crying and stopped, then she pretended not to hear anything and walked into the ward.
Seeing the bouquet of yellow roses on the bedside table, Aunt Zhang was a little surprised. While arranging the bowls and chopsticks, she asked Mu Qiu: "Who came here and sent flowers. Yellow roses are pretty pretty."
Mu Qiu stared at the bouquet of yellow roses in a daze, you see it is so beautiful, but its flower language is 'apology for love'. "Aunt Zhang, throw it away."
Aunt Zhang was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "No, this flower is very beautiful, it's a pity to lose it."
Mu Qiu: "Throw it away, I don't like yellow roses."
"Okay." Seeing that Mu Qiu was in a bad mood, Aunt Zhang carried the yellow rose out, feeling that it was a pity to lose it, so she gave the rose to the nurses at the nurse's desk.
The nurses were very happy to receive the flowers, and hurriedly took out the roses and put them in the folder. -
This day was the day Song Fei was discharged from the hospital. Han Zhan had to go to work, so Song Ci went to the hospital alone to pick Song Fei up from the hospital.
Song Ci still couldn't let go of the fact that Song Fei and Han Zhan teamed up to deceive her. When she arrived in the ward and saw Song Fei, Song Ci directly regarded her as air.
Song Ci didn't speak, but silently helped Song Fei pack her things. Song Fei didn't have many things, so she packed them up quickly.
Song Fei leaned against the wall, crossed her hands, and stared at Song Ci who deliberately made a big noise. She was helpless and didn't know how to apologize to Song Ci.
When Song Ci packed everything up and was about to leave with her bag, Song Fei reached out and grabbed the angry Song Ci.
Song Ci turned her head and sneered at Song Fei: "My coat is a famous brand, and it costs 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. If it is broken, can you afford to pay for the broken wages?"
"Oh, I forgot that you are penniless now."
Facing Song Ci's ridicule, Song Fei was not angry. She shook the corner of Song Ci's coat, bowed down and apologized to her: "Song Ci, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
It was indeed rare for her, Song Fei, to apologize.
But Song Ci really has a backbone this time, and she doesn't intend to forgive Song Fei easily. "No, I can't afford an apology from a genius girl. I deserve it. I'm stupid, stupid and timid. I deserve to be deceived by you."
Song Fei felt dizzy. "What will you do to forgive me?"
It's really troublesome to coax my sister or something.
But there was no other way, there was only one younger sister, and Song Fei had to make a confession.
Song Ci: "No, I don't deserve your apology, what am I capable of." She was eccentric, every word in her words was full of needles, and the person who poked it hurt everywhere.
Song Fei's teeth ached.
She gave up the soft policy, directly and rudely pulled Song Ci into her arms, and pressed Song Ci's head on her shoulder, not allowing her to struggle and move.
Where is Song Ci willing to agree? She moved and writhed in Song Fei's arms, and yelled, "Why do you hug me, treat me like a child? Do you think you won't be angry if you hug me? Let me tell you about Song Fei , I'm an adult in my twenties, I don't want to follow you!"
Song Fei can only act in bitter scenes. "Don't move, I'm weak."
Song Ci muttered and cursed a few words, but didn't move anymore.
After Song Ci calmed down, Song Fei told her: "Song Ci, in fact, when my heart was taken away in my previous life, I was conscious."
"What did you say?" Song Ci was dumbfounded.
Song Fei: "I said, I have been conscious all these years in a coma. I know what you said and what you did to me. I remember the memories of the previous life just like you do."
"When Mu Mian dug out my heart, he thought I was in a vegetable state and didn't even give me an anesthetic. Song Ci, my heart was taken out alive. I clearly felt the pain of the heart being separated from my body."
"It's not your business to take revenge on Mu Mian, it's also my business." Song Fei stroked Song Ci's hair, and when she heard Song Ci's gasping voice, she said again: "You are my younger sister. Just tell me to protect my sister."
"I don't protect you, who protects you?"
"Song Ci, I'm my elder sister. I'm the one to do dangerous things. Just keep being your fool." Men have masculinity, and Song Fei also has masculinity.
She has been a sister since she was a child, and she is used to protecting the people around her.
Hearing Song Fei's words, Song Ci was angry and funny. "Fuck off, I'm not stupid." She pushed Song Fei away, and carried her to wipe her tears secretly.
Song Fei knew that Song Ci was venting her anger.
The sound of leather shoes moving moved from far to near, and finally walked into the ward where Song Fei was.
Song Fei looked up and saw Yan Jiang. He is wearing a camel-colored windbreaker, with a belt that outlines his thin waist, and a pair of elegant chain glasses on his face that has become much sharper.
Behind the lens, in the two slender pupils, the gaze is as dark as an abyss. Being stared at by Yan Jiang, Song Fei had the illusion of being favored by wild beasts.
"What are you doing here?" Song Fei said calmly, thinking that she could hold on to the situation.
Yan Jiang kept silent, strode over, picked up the luggage on the hospital bed, took Song Fei's hand and walked out.
Song Fei felt very humiliated, and she wanted to shake off Yan Jiang's hand. "Walk well, pull me to do something, I will walk by myself."
Yan Jiang glanced over suddenly, his eyes revealing a trace of danger. "You won't go back with me?" His tone was cold.
Song Fei: "What's the relationship between us, I have to go back with you?" Song Fei was getting a little impatient with being under the control of Yan Jiang these days, and her words were a little rushed.
Yan Jiang suddenly laughed. "What is our relationship?"
As soon as Yan Jiang let go, the luggage fell directly from his hand to the ground. He stepped in front of Song Fei, put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and bit her lip.
That kiss was fierce and cruel, like a wolf cub.
When Song Ci heard the movement, she turned her head and saw Yan Jiang, who was wild and wild, her eyebrows twitched wildly.
Damn, this guy is so gutsy!
Realizing that this place was about to become a Shura field, Song Ci quickly slipped out without saying a word.
Song Ci left, Song Fei tried to push Yan Jiang hard, but it didn't work. Song Fei's heart turned hard, and she directly bit Yan Jiang's mouth.
"hiss!"
Only then did Yan Jiang let go of her.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei with cold eyes, and he suddenly laughed. "You used to be reluctant to kill me, but now you are willing to bite me."
Hearing Yan Jiang's complaint, Song Fei felt a little guilty. Just as she was about to apologize, Yan Jiang suddenly grabbed Song Fei's wrist, pulled her over, and threw her onto the hospital bed.
Song Fei fell, and Yan Jiang bullied her over. He pressed his palm against Song Fei's cheek, and suddenly approached her face.
Staring at Song Fei's thin face, Yan Jiang seemed to be dazed, and murmured like a babble: "Is it true that you belong to me completely, and you will stay with me obediently, and you will never say leave me, just leave me alone." Down with me?"
Hearing this, Song Fei was stunned.
Yan Jiang came to his senses like enlightenment. He said: "Yes, you are mine, you are mine to begin with, and when you belong to me completely, you won't leave me by feigning death again."
Yan Jiang blocked Song Fei's mouth again.
Song Fei woke up with a start and wanted to push Yan Jiang away. But she has been in a vegetable state for eight years, and her physical fitness is no match for Yan Jiang.
After several attempts without success, Song Fei felt a little anxious. She scolded Yan Jiang: "Idiot! Are you crazy? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"
Yan Jiang started kissing her neck as if he hadn't heard of it.
Realizing that Yan Jiang was in a daze, Song Fei suddenly said, "A Jiang, I have a headache."
Yan Jiang suddenly lay on top of her and stopped moving.
He stood up and looked down at Song Fei. After a while, he said, "I'll take you for an examination."
Seeing that his eyes were much clearer, Song Fei quickly sat up and straightened her clothes. "It's not very painful. I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. Take me home."
Yan Jiang was taken aback.
take her home
Song Fei took Yan Jiang's hand and said to him: "The beds in this hospital are so hard, the smell of disinfectant is particularly unpleasant, the food is not good, and it is not convenient to take a bath."
After complaining about the shortcomings of the hospital, Song Fei said to Yan Jiang, "Take me home, and I want to eat the lean meat porridge you cooked."
Yan Jiang's restless heart gradually regained his composure under Song Fei's comfort.
"good."
Yan Jiang held something in one hand, and held Song Fei's hand tightly with the other.
Song Fei followed Yan Jiang out of the ward. She looked up at Yan Jiang's sharp profile and suddenly felt distressed. She knew that there was something wrong with Yan Jiang's mental state.
She is the culprit.
Song Ci hid in the ward next door, and when she saw Yan Jiang and Song Fei leaving holding hands, she felt that this world was really unreal. Who would have thought that a woman as arrogant and cold as Song Fei could be subdued by Yan Jiang.
Staring at Yan Jiang's much thinner back, Song Ci felt sad for him, but also happy for him. He can be regarded as a beautiful woman, right
Hearing that Song Fei was discharged from the hospital today, the reporters rushed over after hearing the news, and they all wanted to block Song Fei at the entrance of the hospital and interview her. She is now a virus expert that people all over the country care about, and no one wants to miss this opportunity to report.
After waiting for a while, they saw Song Fei coming out.
only
Is that the man holding the gifted girl Song Fei Yan Jiang? That Yan Jiang who announced in a high-profile way two months ago that he would quit filming and then disappeared
Wait, how did these two get together
Spotting the reporter, Song Fei subconsciously shook Yan Jiang's hand and said to him, "You go to the car and wait."
Yan Jiang would not let go of her even if he died.
"What are you afraid of? I didn't kill anyone and set fire, so I'm so shameless?" After speaking, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Song Fei thoughtfully.
Song Fei: "See what I do?"
Yan Jiang asked her in a sullen tone: "Do you think I'm useless, not worthy of you, and don't want people to find out about our relationship?"
What is our relationship
We obviously have nothing to do with each other!
But seeing Yan Jiang's dangerous and cold eyes, Song Fei had no choice but to comfort him: "It's not that, I think you are a star, even if you are gone, you are still popular. I am afraid that our affairs will affect you. Your fans will be heartbroken."
Yan Jiang: "What is this? We will have sex in the future, and we will have a few lovely children, and they will be heartbroken countless times."
Song Fei: ""
This guy is really gutsy, it's incredible.
If it wasn't for Yan Jiang's mental state, Song Fei could have woken him up with a slap.
The two were talking, and they had already reached the gate of the hospital.
Song Fei was blocked by a bunch of microphones, so she had no choice but to stop, with a cool expression that only a genius girl should have.
She is a genius, she is arrogant and arrogant, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with her.
"Teacher Song Fei, how is your recovery?" Everyone respected Song Fei very much. After all, she was a genius. She was a researcher at the Institute of Virology at a young age. She deserved their respect.
Hearing 'Teacher Song Fei', Song Fei's ears turned slightly red, but the short hair just covered her ears, and no one except Yan Jiang who was standing behind her noticed that the genius girl was shy.
"It's much better, nothing serious." Song Fei's answer was also very short.
Reporter: "Do you have anything to say about what Mu Mian and his gang did?"
Song Fei said seriously: "It's useless to say what I say, it depends on what the judge says. But I believe that the laws of our country will give them the punishment they deserve."
Seeing that Song Fei closed her mouth, she obviously didn't intend to speak again, so she subconsciously asked, "That's it?"
"Um."
Everyone can see that Teacher Song Fei is relatively taciturn.
They interviewed Song Fei a few more questions, and finally focused on the relationship between Song Fei and Yan Jiang. "Mr. Song Fei, would you mind telling us, what is your relationship with Mr. Yan Jiang?"
Just as Song Fei wanted to say they were friends, Yan Jiang raised their hands together, and said coolly and boldly: "Now it's a relationship of holding hands, and in the future it will be a relationship of having been married for a lifetime."
"Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Song Fei, the woman I like."
After eating a shocking melon, the reporters said that this interview was not a loss.
Following Yan Jiang into the car, Song Fei was still speechless.
How could there be such a shameless person.
Before arriving home, Song Fei received a Weibo link from Song Ci to share.
Song Fei: [?]
Song Ci: [Click in and take a look, my sister, you're hot.]
Song Fei dubiously opened the link, and saw a video, the video accompanying the picture was very horrifying—
[Yan Jiang confessed his love to Song Fei in public, do you love this CP?]
Song Fei turned on the video and saw the scene that happened half an hour ago at the entrance of the hospital. Looking at this video from the perspective of an onlooker, Song Fei felt ashamed.
Song Fei put away her mobile phone and said to Yan Jiang, "Congratulations, you've been trending again."
After finishing speaking, Song Fei didn't hear Yan Jiang's answering voice, and turned her head in doubt, only to see Yan Jiang fell asleep. After he fell asleep, he leaned his head against the chair and pillow, folded his arms with his hands, and frowned slightly.
These days, Yan Jiang has never had a serious sleep, his eyes are blue-gray, full of exhaustion. I don't know what he dreamed about, and he slept very restlessly.
A Lun noticed that Yan Jiang was asleep, so he told Song Fei softly: "Miss Song Fei, you died in the past few days when you were kidnapped by Mu Mian. Brother Jiang didn't close his eyes for five days and five nights. Later It was Song Song who came to see him, and he fell asleep when he was tired from crying."
"Later when I found out that you were still alive, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep. I was really worried that his body would collapse."
Song Fei looked at Alan without making a sound.
Allen was a little afraid of Song Fei. This girl looked exactly like Song Ci, but her personality was too weird, and her eyes were too indifferent when looking at people.
Brother Jiang's taste is really peculiar.
"He hasn't slept for a few days?" Song Fei was most concerned about this.
Allen thought for a while and said, "Almost four more days."
Song Fei dragged Yan Jiang's cheek with one hand, and put his head on her shoulder. Yan Jiang was still moving at first, but when he heard Song Fei say, "It's me, don't move." He immediately stopped moving like a good baby.
Allen was relieved to see it.
"Miss Song Fei, I think Brother Jiang..." Allen nodded his head, and when Song Fei looked up, he whispered, "There is a mental problem."
Song Fei also noticed that Yan Jiang had become a lot more paranoid than before. "How to say?"
Allen said hesitantly: "I saw Brother Jiang when I went to pick him up this morning." Thinking of the scene he saw this morning, Allen felt lingering fear.
"What's wrong with him?" Song Fei's curiosity was aroused.
Alan was so scared that he didn't dare to look directly at Song Fei when he answered. "He prepared a big cage at home. Brother Jiang doesn't have pets at home. I think, I think"
Allen said "I think" several times, but he didn't dare to finish his words.
He felt that the cage was prepared for Song Fei.
Hearing about this, Song Fei didn't feel that Yan Jiang was afraid, but felt that she had sinned deeply.
Song Fei didn't expect that Yan Jiang's obsession with her had gone deep into her bone marrow. She planned to wait for this matter to end before apologizing to Yan Jiang. But Yan Jiang has already been driven crazy by her. His current situation clearly shows that he has developed a paranoid personality.
And she is the antidote to his paranoia.
Just apologizing and making amends may not appease him.
Back home, Song Fei woke up Yan Jiang and got out of the car with him. Yan Jiang didn't let Ah Song come in, he led Song Fei into the house, and locked the door as soon as he entered the hall.
Hearing the lock being locked, Song Fei turned her head to stare at the door and asked Yan Jiang, "Are you going to lock me up?"
Yan Jiang just took a deep look at her, and then led her luggage upstairs to her room.
Song Fei noticed that the door of Yan Jiang's fitness room was closed. She glanced upstairs to confirm that Yan Jiang would not come down in a short time, then walked outside the gym and opened the door.
In that spacious fitness room, there is really a huge iron cage.
This will not work!
Song Fei turned around and went upstairs, and found Yan Jiang in the master bedroom. Yan Jiang was laying sheets, and there were two pillows on the big bed. Song Fei understood what he meant, and she asked Yan Jiang: "Are you going to sleep with me?"
Yan Jiang didn't look back.
He bent over and carefully smoothed out every fold on the bed sheet, his movements were gentle as if he was stroking his lover's hair.
"A Fei." Yan Jiang stood by the bed, pointed at the bed sheet, and asked Song Fei, "What color bed sheet do you like, I can change it to your favorite."
Song Fei squinted her eyes and said nothing.
She remained silent for a long time, and the expression on Yan Jiang's face suddenly became gloomy. He watched Song Fei closely and asked her, "You don't want to be with me?"
Song Fei curled her lips: "I'm not with psychopaths."
"You think I'm crazy?"
"Isn't it?" Song Fei pointed to the door and said, "Is that cage downstairs prepared for me? Is it because I'm a little disobedient and you want to lock me up?"
Yan Jiang didn't make a sound, just looked at her with stubborn eyes.
Song Fei walked up to Yan Jiang and sat down by the bed.
She looked up at Yan Jiang and said to him, "Yan Jiang, I'm not your property."
Yan Jiang: "You are mine."
"I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone. I belong to myself." Song Fei told Yan Jiang: "You think you can lock me with a lock? Yan Jiang, let me tell you, if you don't want to stay, you are Lock all the doors and windows, and I can blow a hole and get out. You know in your heart that I have that ability."
Yan Jiang frowned anxiously, thinking about the possibility of that.
Song Fei said again: "I'm still willing to sit here and talk to you calmly, do you know why?"
Yan Jiang: "Why?"
Song Fei suddenly stretched out her right hand and grabbed Yan Jiang's left hand. Yan Jiang lowered his head, looked at their tightly clenched hands, and heard Song Fei say, "Because I like you, I will not leave you."
Yan Jiang's pupils trembled a few times. Carefully, he asked incredulously, "What did you say just now?"
Song Fei: "I like you, can't you see it?"
Yan Jiang's breathing became heavier.
Song Fei stood up, pressed her fingers on Yan Jiang's lips, and said to him: "If I don't like you, I won't put the antidote on my lips, and wait until you come to kiss me."
Yan Jiang remembered that in Kinshasa, they kissed.
There was a hint of sweetness in his heart. "A Fei, you like me." He was very happy, and a touching smile gradually appeared on his face.
Song Fei followed Yan Jiang's words. "Yes, I like you."
"Want to fall in love with me?" Song Fei asked suddenly.
Yan Jiang nodded vigorously, "I want to!" Feeling that this was not enough, he said again: "I want to sleep with you! I want to marry you and have children with you!"
Song Fei resisted the urge to be furious, and coaxed Yan Jiang: "If you want to fall in love with me, go see a psychiatrist. When your mental condition is stable, we will fall in love again."
Yan Jiang suddenly turned cold.
The corners of his mouth were flattened, "Speaking so much, you just want to trick me into seeing a psychiatrist? Do you think I have a mental problem?"
"You have a mental problem, isn't it obvious?" Song Fei didn't continue to obey Yan Jiang, she was not born with the kind of caring little padded jacket.
Yan Jiang was about to turn black, and ran away, wanting to press her directly to have a baby.
At this time, Song Fei suddenly said, "I don't want my child to have a mentally ill father."
Yan Jiang was stunned.
What did Ah Fei say? She wants to have a baby with her!
"I'll see a psychiatrist." Staring at Song Fei worriedly, Yan Jiang warned her again: "But you can't leave me." He pressed his forehead against Song Fei's, and whispered to her: "If you lose you, I'd be crazy."
She believed him.
She had already seen how crazy he was for her.
"I will not leave you."
Under Song Fei's coaxing and deceitful persuasion, Yan Jiang agreed to see a psychiatrist.
Song Ci came to find Song Fei in private, and saw Song Fei holding a copy of "Psychology and Life" reading. She guessed why Song Fei was reading this book, and asked her: "You and Brother Jiang, how are you? ?"
Song Fei nodded, "That's it, he's receiving psychological treatment."
Song Ci was relieved.
She poured herself a cup of tea, and as soon as she swallowed it, she heard Song Fei ask solemnly: "Little idiot, does it hurt for the first time?"
Song Ci sprayed a sip of tea on Yan Jiang's tea table.
(end of this chapter)