Song Ci hurriedly withdrew her foot.
She stood there, like a rose blooming and swaying in the wind, fragrant and delicate.
There was a charming smile on Song Ci's face, and her magnetic and charming voice entered Han Zhan's earworm: "Mr. Han, what a coincidence, we meet again."
Han Zhan put down all the glass beside him, revealing his dignity.
Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan was not wearing a coat, but only a shirt. The collar of the shirt was unbuttoned with two buttons, revealing a piece of bronze-colored skin.
Looking away silently from Han Zhan's chest, Song Ci subconsciously made a swallowing movement.
Han Zhan didn't notice Song Ci's small movements.
He stretched out his gloved right hand, pointed to the front, and said expressionlessly: "Miss Song, the zebra crossing is in front. As an adult, you should obey the law." You are an adult, you enjoy the rights of an adult, and Obey the obligations of adults.
Song Ci, who was reprimanded for crossing the road for the first time, fell silent strangely.
I am dreaming about your body, but you are serious about teaching me to obey the law
Song Ci took a deep breath, then turned around, walked forward twenty meters, and obediently stepped on the zebra crossing to cross the road.
Li Li looked at Song Ci who was crossing the road looking left and right with a suppressed smile, feeling a little sympathetic to her.
Han Zhan saw that Song Ci had safely arrived on the sidewalk across the road, and was looking away when he heard Li Li say, "Mr. Han, the way you looked just now is like a traffic police uncle educating children."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows.
"What uncle? I'm only ten years older than Miss Song." He refused to admit that he was 32 years old, and he was old enough to be an uncle.
Li Li shook his head and clicked his tongue meaningfully.
Standing on the sidewalk, Song Ci turned her head and fixed her eyes on Han Zhan's car.
His car was still moving forward at a slow speed. Other cars were honking their horns crazily, but his car was quiet and quiet.
Song Ci frowned slightly.
"Old antique! Stereotyped!" After cursing, Song Ci thought of something, and his expression suddenly became curious. I don't know if he is so old-fashioned and rigid on the bed. Does he always only use one posture
That married life is too boring. "
Song Ci walked aimlessly along the street for half an hour, and finally entered a bar.
She ordered a glass of wine, beautifully colored and strong, but she didn't drink it.
She took out her mobile phone and sent Yan Jiang a message: [Get ready, we will act tomorrow night.]
beep—
Hearing the text message reminder, Song Ci lowered her head to open the text message, and saw Yan Jiang's reply: [Received.]
Song Ci picked up the wine in front of her arm, turned on the camera, and took a few photos with the wine in her hand. After taking the photo, the impeccable smile on Song Ci's face disappeared.
She turned off her mobile phone and silently watched the strangers who were drinking and buying drunk. After staying in the bar until late at night, Song Ci refused to drop the sixth strike-up tonight before getting up and leaving the bar.
From the beginning to the end, she didn't drink a drop.
After leaving the bar, Song Ci walked to a gray car in a low-key manner. This is the car she rented from the second-hand car market. She got in the car, changed her flat shoes, started the car and headed for the highway entrance.
It takes a total of twelve hours to drive from Shunchen City to Wangdong City. Song Ci rested three times in the service area halfway, and also updated the status of Moments several times. By the time she rushed back to Wangdongcheng, it was seven o'clock in the evening.
Parking the car beside an unmonitored woods near Xiguang Sanatorium, Song Ci huddled in the car, changed her clothes, tidied her hair, and sent a text message on her mobile phone, informing Yan Jiang to come see her.
As soon as the news was sent, only three minutes later, there was a knock on the car window.
Knock Knock—
Song Ci looked up and saw Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang was wearing a set of blue overalls, his long hair was covered by a peaked cap, and the words 'Qingshanquanshui' were printed on the chest of the clothes.
After opening the co-pilot's door and getting in, Yan Jiang turned his head to look at Song Ci.
Song Ci was wearing the hospital gown of Xiguang Sanatorium, and some foundation was applied on her supposedly healthy and rosy lips, making her look haggard and fragile.
Yan Jiang said: "You are more like her now."
"We were originally twins." Song Ciqiao's face was tense, and her voice was stiff.
Yan Jiang heard that Song Ci was breathing heavily, and found that her hand holding the steering wheel was shaking. Yan Jiang raised his left hand, pressed it on Song Ci's right arm, and said to her, "Song Song, don't panic."
Song Ci took a deep breath, "Yes, I have to calm down."
At 7:30 in the evening, a small truck with the name "Qingshanquanshui" on it drove to the gate of Xiguang Nursing Home and waited for the security guard to let it pass.
Xiguang Nursing Home is a high-end nursing home. Due to the impact of the epidemic some time ago, all staff and support staff must wear masks when entering and leaving.
The security guard knocked on the window.
Yan Jiang put down the glass window, stretched out his right arm, took the pen from the security guard, signed his name on it, and was released.
The pickup truck stopped in front of Building No. 1, and Yan Jiang jumped out of the car. He was a slender man wearing a mask and a peaked cap, so the surveillance camera couldn't see his face clearly.
Yan Jiang carried two buckets of water into the small building, and came out with two empty buckets in his hand. He delivered water from building to building, and when he reached the 27th floor, it was already half past eight.
The 27th floor is on the far left side of the nursing home, where it is the quietest and most remote. Yan Jiang got out of the car, stood beside the car and glanced around, and then opened the door of the cargo box. As soon as he raised his head, he met Song Ci who was hiding in the cargo box.
The two exchanged a look.
Yan Jiang said: "Your plan is perfect. At this time, the nurse is really not in the building."
Song Ci said: "A few days ago, an old man with hemiplegia came to Building 26. Every day at this time, the nurses have to go to the 26th floor to help colleagues bathe the old man." This is the conclusion Song Ci came to after observing for many days.
Yan Jiang raised his hand and patted Song Ci's head, then took two buckets of water and strode into the 27th floor.
There was no one in the hall, and it seemed extraordinarily silent.
When Yan Jiang took out the empty bucket and bent down to put the heart bucket into the tea bar machine, his jaw drooped slightly, and he said to the miniature walkie-talkie on the collar: "Action."
After speaking, within five seconds, an underground cable not far from the sanatorium was suddenly cut short by someone, and the entire area near the sanatorium was plunged into darkness.
The moment the power was cut off, Song Ci quickly jumped out of the carriage and ran to the 27th floor. At the same time, Yan Jiang ran to the second floor as fast as he could, and hugged the sleeping Song Fei by the waist.
At the corner of the second floor, he passed Song Ci.
Three minutes later, the nurse hurried back to Building 27 with a flashlight on. She ran into Yan Jiang who was panting slightly holding an empty bucket at the door. The nurse raised a flashlight and beckoned Yan Jiang, who was wearing a mask and holding an empty bucket, she stopped and said, "Are you changing the water again? Thank you for your hard work, brother."
Yan Jiang lowered his voice slightly, and said, "It's not hard work, why is the power cut?"
Nurse: "It may be a short circuit in the cable. I have called an electrician to fix it."
"That's it"
Yan Jiang left with the bucket in his arms.
(end of this chapter)