Li Li thought he had heard wrong.
He looked up at Han Zhan, Han Zhan was drinking, as if he didn't say what he just said.
Li Li narrowed his eyes.
There are situations.
"Thank you very much for coming to my birthday dinner. All the donations received tonight will be donated to anti-domestic violence service organizations." On the big screen behind Song Ci, there were many pictures of domestic violence. There are women with broken noses, children with bruises all over their bodies, and men who honestly were beaten by their wives.
Song Ci looked back at the big screen and turned around. She raised her right arm and clenched her slender fingers into a fist.
In an instant, the magnificent and charming smile on Song Ci's face disappeared, replaced by a domineering expression. "I hope that everyone who has been subjected to domestic violence can squeeze your fists, find the right time, and fight against the fucking life!"
The word "fuck" came out of Song Meiren's mouth, the scene was stunned, and then everyone started whistling wildly.
Han Zhan looked at the arrogant and arrogant woman on the stage in surprise, with a smile in his eyes.
This kind of her has shed her elegant skin, less hypocrisy, and more real.
Song Ci spoke a few more words before stepping off the stage amidst thunderous applause.
As soon as she got off the stage, she saw Yan Jiang who had been late.
Yan Jiang was wearing a moon-white suit and a pair of pretentious silver-rimmed glasses, and his slightly long hair was dyed silver-gray. Standing there with a wine glass in his hand, he attracted a group of girls to stare at him.
"I thought you weren't coming." Song Ci took out her phone and teased Yan Jiang: "Star Yan is here, we have to take a picture together."
"It's your birthday, how could I not come?" Yan Jiang approached Song Ci and took a photo with her.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci and Yan Jiang from a distance with a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Li Li could see that Mr. Han, this sullen bastard, was interested in Ms. Song. Seeing Ms. Song getting close to other men, he must be jealous.
Li Li said casually, "Miss Song and Mr. Yan have a good relationship."
Han Zhan stared at Yan Jiang's face, looked carefully, and then asked Li Li, "Is he the spokesperson of our company?"
Li Li: "Well, the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry, the top traffic star, Yan Jiang."
Han Zhan said: "It's better to find a woman as the spokesperson."
Putting down the wine glass, Han Zhan said again: "It's boring, I'll go back first." He left the charity auction item and left first.
Li Li shook his head at Han Zhan's back.
"The old iron tree is blooming, tsk."
Under the stage, the group photo of Yan Jiang and Song Ci ended. Yan Jiang revealed what was hidden behind his back, it was a birthday hat.
Without asking Song Ci's opinion, Yan Jiang put the birthday hat on Song Ci's head directly. "Happy birthday, Song Song."
Song Ci touched the hat, and the corners of her lips curled up. "Thanks."
Passing the champagne to Yan Jiang, Song Ci said, "Didn't you get a new cat? How is it? Is the cat good?"
Yan Jiang stroked the rim of the goblet with his fingers, lowered his eyes and said, "Very good, very quiet, I have reserved a room for her, and I will take care of her myself."
Hearing this, there seemed to be tears in Song Ci's eyes. She quickly raised her head to drink, and when she lowered her head again, there was nothing in her eyes. "Now that you have raised her, you must take good care of her."
"That's natural."
The two clinked glasses without saying anything.
The phone in Song Ci's dinner bag rang, and she said to Yan Jiang, "Have fun, I'll answer the call."
"good."
Once Song Ci left, Yan Jiang was surrounded by other women.
Seeing that it was Du Tingting calling, Song Ci quickly walked to the toilet at the end of the corridor outside the banquet hall to answer the phone. "Mother, aren't you coming tonight? The charity party has already begun."
"Song Song." Du Tingting's voice was tired.
Her heavy tone made Song Ci frowned. "Mother, what's the matter?"
Du Tingting was physically and mentally exhausted, and said weakly: "Qiu'er cut her wrist this afternoon. If the nurse didn't find out in time, she might die." Du Tingting didn't dare to mention the word.
Song Ci opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.
She remembered that this happened last time, but she did not expect that in this life, Qiu would still do the same thing as in the previous life.
Du Tingting: "This morning, there was news from the organ bank that there was finally a heart with a panda blood type. Qiu'er and another patient's gene antibodies matched the donor's. The heart was finally given to the one in front of Qiu'er. patient."
"I'm afraid that Qiu'er will be sad when she finds out about this. Your father and I dare not tell her. But Qiu'er somehow found out about this, and in desperation, he did such a stupid thing."
Hiding in the passageway of the emergency stairs in the hospital, Du Tingting sat on the steps without any image, talking on the phone with Song Ci. After speaking, Du Tingting bit her finger with her teeth, not daring to cry out.
After Song Ci listened to Du Tingting's narration, she looked up at herself in the mirror with an indifferent expression.
What Song Ci is most thankful for now is that she stole Song Fei away ahead of time. In the previous life, it was because of Mu Qiu's suicide by cutting his wrist that Mu Mian became cruel and moved towards Song Fei.
"Mom, I'm going to the hospital right away."
Song Ci hung up the phone, went back to the banquet hall, said hello to her friends, and was about to leave.
Seeing that her expression was not right, Yan Jiang secretly followed her. Song Ci was going to the upstairs room to change clothes, Yan Jiang followed her into the elevator, and asked in a low voice, "Song Song, what happened?"
Song Ci looked up at him, his eyes bloodshot. "Mu Qiu cut his wrist."
Yan Jiang's expression darkened, and Mu Qiu cut his wrist, exactly the same as what happened in Song Cimeng's previous life.
The two looked at each other, and they both saw the deep color in each other's eyes.
When the elevator stopped, Song Ci stopped Yan Jiang who was about to come out with her, "You don't have to accompany me, go back and rest earlier, your cat is still waiting for you to feed. I just change my clothes and go to the hospital by myself. "
Yan Jiang stopped when he heard that the cat was about to be fed. "
Changing back to a short skirt and flat shoes that were easy to move around, Song Ci went straight to the underground parking lot and drove straight to the hospital.
When she rushed to the hospital, Mu Qiu had already been rescued.
Mu Qiu's lips were pale, and she lay quietly on the bed, looking very weak, but she had already woken up. Mu Mian sat on the stool rubbing between his brows, his face full of exhaustion, while Du Tingting's eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Seeing Song Ci coming, Du Tingting walked over and hugged her.
Hugging Song Ci, Du Tingting cried again. Song Ci patted Du Tingting on the back. At the moment, words were powerless to comfort her. Song Ci didn't let her go until Du Tingting calmed down.
Her crying woke up Mu Qiu.
Opening his eyes, he saw the three people standing around the hospital bed, feeling grievance and despair all over his heart, Mu Qiu shrunk his mouth, and shouted: "Dad!" As soon as Dad shouted, Mu Qiu burst into tears.
Seeing this, even Mu Mian, a big man, softened his heart.
Song Ci's eyes also turned red.
The whole family hugged and cried together, and even Song Ci was weeping hypocritically.
(end of this chapter)