Chapter 96

"If the skin wants to be good all the time, it can't be interrupted in the middle. Now the skin is rough and peeling, it can't be done well in one care."

"Then do more nursing."

"Well, so there will be a process."

Qin Yanran suddenly remembered that if Lu Nanyu asked her out at this time, wouldn't she be disheartened and worried: "is there any other quick way?"

"It can be injected, and the effect will be much faster."

Qin Yanran has many injection friends around her, and her mother has had injection maintenance for many years. She is no stranger to this.

"Well, it can be recovered as soon as possible."

"Well, do you want miss Qin?"

Qin Yanran hesitated and nodded. She turned her head and asked Song Jin, "Xiao Jin, do you want an injection?"

Song Jin heard that her scalp was numb. She was most afraid of injection when she was young: "forget it."

Qin Yanran turns to think that Song Jin's skin is white and tender, like a newly peeled litchi. She's a woman. She's envious even if she doesn't have an injection.

"Well, I'll try."

"Good."

Qin Yanran was very happy. She raised her hand and touched her rough face. It was not only bad skin, but also big pores. If one needle could solve it, it would be perfect.

After a while, Qin Yanran is taken out. Song Jin makes a face in the room alone. After that, she does a whole body massage. At the end, Qin Yanran hasn't come back yet. She lies on the bed bored, side by side and sends messages to Tang Ning.

[face again? Your face is very young now!!! 】

you can feel Downing's deep jealousy across the screen, and Song Jin purses the corners of her mouth happily.

[next time we should come together, the maintenance should be early rather than late]

[I am already an old aunt]

[if the maintenance is good, you can always be an old aunt, or you will become an old lady]

[ 】

looking at the mobile phone, Downing gritted her teeth and was going to be angry with her.

OK, next time. 】

[in the training ground? 】

[well, train these kids. 】

[I'll play later. 】

[don't come, Zhuang Jingrui comes to me. 】

Song Jin looks at the screen and feels puzzled. What's the meaning of Zhuang Jingrui going to Tang Ning for no reason?

Not only Song Jin can't figure it out, but also downing can't figure it out. On the training ground, she sees Zhuang Jingrui coming in from the outside with her leaders. She stops training and trots to say hello.

"Mr. Zhuang."

"Don't be so polite with me, Downing."

Today, Zhuang Jingrui is dressed in formal clothes and has a steady temperament. When the middle-aged man reaches his age, he is obviously calmed down by the years and looks at the training ground gently.

"Busy training?"

"All right."

Leaders look at Mr. Tang Ning and Mr. Zhuang. The status of the makers in the imperial city is not low. Tang Ning used to be a world champion, but Mr. Zhuang is unmarried, male unmarried and female unmarried. Everything is possible.

After a few pleasantries with a smile, he found an excuse to leave, not to be a light bulb.

Seeing the leader leave, Downing specially smiles and sits down on the chair beside him.

"What can I do for you?"

Zhuang Jingrui nodded and his eyes darkened. Since he met Song Jin last time, he went back to his hometown full of his memories. Every smile and frown was vivid, which almost made it difficult for him to close his eyes.

Later, I flew abroad and went to the accident site to look for relevant accident information.

Because there are no dead or alive people, the disappearance written at the end of the case can be known to everyone at that time. Yimu was buried in the sea, and there were no bones left.

"I often think of Yimu recently."

Downing's eyes darkened, too, and her hand on her side tightened.

"Don't think about it. It has been so many years. We living people should be relieved. We can't always stay in the past. Yimu will feel heartache when he knows."

"After all these years, is she still alive?"

"Zhuang Jingrui, you just live in your own fantasy and don't want to accept the facts."

He smiles silently, but who knows, he would rather live in his own fantasy than go into reality.

"Are there really two people who look so similar in the world?"

"Even if not, Yimu is not as old as he is now, but as old as us."

There is an answer in Zhuang Jingrui's heart, but he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't want to be the answer.

"You're right, Downing."

"Wake up, accept the reality, and move forward to the future."

"Well."

He leaned over in pain, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and his mind was still bathed in the shadow.

"To see my uncle recently?"

"Well, I've just been there."

"Well, I should go too."

Tang Ning glances at Zhuang Jingrui, who is suffering from facial expression beside him. He sighs in his heart that the matter of Yimu is endless, and it will be more troublesome in the future.She took out her mobile phone and took a look: "if you think looking at Song Jin can make your heart feel better, I have her phone here."

Zhuang Jingrui waved his hand: "no, she doesn't want to bathe."

Song Jin is Mrs. Lu. It's immoral of him to do so.

"I think Song Jin is a good person and likes to play basketball, so I made friends with her."

"Well, have a good time."

"If you have a chance, play together."

"Good."

Zhuang Jingrui got up. Today he came to find downing suddenly: "you're busy. Let's go first."

"OK, I'll see you off."

After Tang Ning sent Zhuang Jingrui out, he came back to send a message to Song Jin.

I just left. 】

Song Jin is sitting in the hall of the beauty salon, facing Qin Yanran, who is coming out with an injection. She is peering at her little mirror and fiddling with her mobile phone.

To talk to you about the past? 】

[it's all about someone, and reminiscence is also about someone. 】

she saw it all at once: [he won't doubt it, will he? 】

[no, just miss too much. 】

looking at the four words of excessive missing, she felt a sense of guilt slowly rising in her heart, but she had no choice but to live up to him for revenge.

I'll make atonement later. 】

[Xiaojin, you're right. It's just fate. 】

Song Jin lowers her head and rubs her mobile phone to suppress the emotion rising in her heart. The light in her eyes is dim, the smile on her face disappears, and she is trapped in the sofa.

Qin Yanran finally looked at her face carefully. After the injection, the effect was remarkable, much better than before. She felt her tender and smooth face with satisfaction.

"Xiaojin, how about my skin now?"

"Well, not bad."

She lazily propped up her chin and fell into Qin Yanran's eyes. It seemed that she was not happy.

"Xiaojin, are you in a bad mood?"

"No, you think so much."

She changed her hand to support her chin, and her seemingly absent eyes fell on Qin Yanran. She clearly had a face full of collagen, and she had to go in the direction of snake essence. Now, the more young people look at the beauty, the more she can't understand it.