Song Yiyan had Baby Qi, a soft and warm little pillow, and she slept very sweetly. For the first time, she had the idea of having a little cutie to hold in her arms every day.
Rong Yin and Jiang Zhe rushed over before dawn. Because they were panicking, in order to divert their attention, they made breakfast for everyone who hadn't gotten up yet.
"Uncle, don't worry. I won't do porcelain work without diamonds. If I'm not 100% sure, I won't dare to mess around." Song Yiyan looked at Uncle Mei with worry written all over her face and said again.
How could Rong Yin believe it? She was 100% sure that she was the world's top medical expert and had never had any medical problems. He didn't dare to say 100%. The more she said this, the more flustered he became.
Compared to the nervousness of the others, Song Yiyan, who was about to go into battle, was the most calm. After eating and drinking, she looked at the group of people following her with a smile and nodded slightly: "Don't worry, everyone. When you were young, I gave you a healthy second uncle."
"Sorry to trouble you." Rong Yin looked at the girl in front of him gratefully. Sheng Sheng said that she could do it, and he didn't need to be suspicious of others, so he believed her.
"It's not troublesome." Song Yiyan said it was impossible not to be nervous.
But her character did not allow her to show any weakness. She still looked lazy. After speaking, she turned around and entered the house confidently.
Rong Yin and the others watched Song Yiyan go in. The real worry had just begun. Everyone looked nervously in the direction of the door, fidgeting.
Ji Xing was leaning on the left side of the door, with a look as deep as ink in his eyes. He listened carefully to what was going on inside, and his heart twitched.
Everyone in the living room, except him, was worried about Yan Yuanfei, and what he was most worried about was the rogue woman in the room who was so angry that she wouldn't pay for it with her life.
She looked like she didn't care about anything, looked like nothing mattered, looked very confident, she was just holding herself up to cheer herself up.
In fact, how can that woman have such a fearless spirit? She doesn't know how important Ling Sheng is to her, so that she, a timid and selfish person, is willing to take such a big risk to save people for her.
Ling Sheng was squatting on the right side of the door, facing Ji Xing. She was like two door gods. She was holding a script in her hand and couldn't turn a page in a long time. Her mind was not on it at all.
Wen Ruoshui, a Buddhist, knelt on the futon, clasped his hands, and prayed silently. Nangong Lengyu and Su Xiyin also knelt next to her and helped pray together.
Xiao Qi also took a cushion seriously and knelt behind them like a little tail. Her little appearance was a little too cute.
Huo Ci and the others, who did not believe in gods and Buddhas, stood or sat, glancing in the direction of the bedroom door from time to time, their hearts hanging nervously.
Time passed by, and the air was very quiet.
Door.
It opened with a creak from the inside.
Song Yiyan's face was a little pale, but she was quite energetic, especially her eyes, which were very bright and shining with joy. She looked at the group of people gathered around and her voice trembled with excitement: "Succeeded."
Ling Sheng rushed over and hugged her, hugging her tightly, tears streaming down her face: "Thank you."
Visible pain flashed across Song Yiyan's face. The cramping pain in her heart made her suffocate for a moment. After being hugged hard, she almost couldn't control herself and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Her voice remained the same as usual, disgusted. He pushed her away: "Let go, sister doesn't like women, and I don't need you to commit yourself to her."
Rong Yin and the others also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the girl in front of them gratefully. Before they could say a word of thanks, she was interrupted.
"Uncles, you don't have to be so polite to me. Shengsheng's affairs are my business. Shengsheng's second uncle is also my biological second uncle. They are all what I should do." Song Yiyan smiled and patted her chest: "But If you believe me, I am right, my second uncle will wake up soon, go and see him!"
"That's what I said." Rong Yin looked at her gratefully: "But I still want to say thank you on behalf of everyone."
Jiang Zhe: "Yanyan, you will be our niece from now on, just like Shengsheng. If you have any difficulties, don't be polite and tell your uncles."
Lu Yubai: "As long as I can help, I will die even if I can."
Song Yiyan felt a little embarrassed and said hurriedly: "I just tried my best, but I didn't help much. Uncle, don't be so polite."
"Yanyan, you must remember clearly what they said, and don't be polite to them." Nangong Lengyu held her hand gratefully, and finally breathed a sigh of relief at the corner of his lips, smiling relaxedly: "If you need anything in the future, , just go find them.”
Song Yiyan nodded. No one regarded her as an outsider. No matter how polite she was, it would be too pretentious: "I know, then I won't be polite."
Ling Sheng was on the side and quietly gave her a thumbs up. Now she shouldn't worry about being unable to survive after leaving the Song family. But with her character, even if she has difficulties, she won't ask for help unless she has to. .
Song Yiyan said that Yan Yuanfei was fine and her body would slowly recover. She had to go to the studio to catch up on the announcement, so she left first and would come back in the evening.
Huo Ci and the others couldn't keep her any longer. They had troubled her for so long, so they let her go and sent her to the door, watching her enter the elevator.
The moment the elevator closed, Song Yiyan's face suddenly turned as pale as paper. After a painful low cough, she could no longer control her mouth and covered her mouth. Blood overflowed from her fingers.
Ji Xing's eyes suddenly darkened, and he subconsciously grabbed the woman's waist and let her lean on his shoulder. Listening to her suppressed painful low cough, he could clearly feel that the clothes on his shoulders were getting soaked little by little. , the hot and humid temperature, the fishy and salty smell, made my heart ache.
"Ji Xing, hug me." Song Yiyan hooked the man's neck and buried her head on his shoulder. The blood kept pouring out as if it was free of charge.
She knew she couldn't hold it any longer.
But what we will face next is a more cruel fact, thunder disaster.
Ji Xing's heart twitched with pain, as if someone was holding a blunt knife and cutting his flesh one by one. He picked up the woman by his waist, with a broken light flashing in his eyes, and stepped out of the elevator step by step.
He had always known that this woman had always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted towards the people she cared about, but he never expected that she would go so far for her friends, not even caring about her own life.
Is it something ordinary people can do to change their fate against the will of heaven? Does anyone dare to do it? For ascetics, those who go against the will of heaven will be struck by thunder and lightning.
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