Chapter 271

Song Jin is in a very good mood to say goodbye to Tang Ning. First, she saw her father last night. Second, Lu Nancheng recovered. She can only see a little sick.

On the way back, Lu Nancheng forced to drive, but she didn't refuse. She was sleepy and stayed in the co pilot's house. After arriving at the old house, she ate a few mouthfuls and went to bed.

Lu Nancheng didn't go to bed or go to the company. Instead, he went into his study and dealt with the business.

Last night's high fever made his brain turbid. He even rubbed his temples several times and even drank two cups of coffee, but he couldn't stop his brain from waking up. Seeing the words in his brain buzzing, he had to close his study.

The bedroom door was closed. He gently pressed down the handle of the door and drew the curtain inside. It was a bit dim. When he saw the protruding part of the bed, he gently opened the quilt when he came near.

Song Jin's body is small, once he went up, the body immediately slipped over, just into his arms.

Lu Nancheng didn't dare to move, even if her brain was in a mess, she still held her.

She seems to sleep is not very stable, canthus overflow tears, quietly sliding on his clothes.

He looked at the wet place of his clothes, and his heart ached.

Song Jin dreamt that she met her father in the hospital, but he was full of tubes. After the operation, she was very weak, and the doctor told her that she might not be able to survive.

She was so afraid that her father would leave her, but she could do nothing, even go back to Su's house in public.

She saw that Su Yirou wanted to give up treatment, and she could not even stop it, and she had no position to stop it.

Lu Nancheng found that her tears flow more seriously, drop by drop from the corner of her eyes, has moistened the pillow, I don't know what she dreamed of.

"Xiaojin."

He called twice in a row, she still did not respond, but tears are still flowing.

Song Jin's mouth began to murmur, Lu Nancheng put his ear to her ear, at the beginning did not hear what she was saying, just when he got up, her mouth suddenly said clearly, she was calling dad.

Lu Nancheng's eyes are indisputable. Did she dream of song hao? He guessed that should not be the case.

Song Jin turned over and was still crying. She just changed her position.

Her cry from the beginning of repression to later release, obviously a lot of sad, a sound fell in his heart, as if in lingchi.

Lu Nancheng directly holds her in her arms. Song Jin's body is suddenly dragged into her arms, and she begins to wake up slowly. After she opens her eyes, she finds that she is crying and is held in his arms.

It was a little gray in the room. She immediately turned over and wiped her tears as if nothing had happened. But when she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, which completely exposed her crying.

"What did you dream of?"

"No

She didn't want to say it, but came out of his arms. Lu Nancheng watched her lie down again, looking pitiful, with her back to him.

Song Jin sucked her nose, and the scene in her dream was still spinning in her mind. Fortunately, the dream was not real, otherwise she didn't know what to do?

Lu Nancheng watched the meeting quietly, but she didn't turn around. He took a deep breath.

"Xiaojin, you cry very sad."

"Well, I just had a nightmare."

"I didn't talk in my sleep," she said in a buzzing voice

"Well, No."

That's good. Song Jin is determined to have a nightmare. After a while, she doesn't see him lying down. She turns around and sees that he is still sitting there.

"Won't you lie down?"

Lu Nancheng's eyes were dark and nodded gently: "you can sleep."

Even give her ye ye ye quilt, Song Jin saw him lift the quilt out of bed, step gently out of the room.

She watched for a while, turned over and looked at the darkness.

Lu Nancheng went to the living room. He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. His mind was even more disordered, as if something was knocking. He smoked two cigarettes in a row, but his mood didn't slow down.

The room was filled with smoke. After the third cigarette was over, he suddenly got up and went out with the car key.

Song Jin heard the sound of the car engine downstairs, thought he went to the company, licked his lips, turned over and went to sleep.

After driving out of the old house, Lu Nancheng received a phone call from a private detective. He had found out the illness of Su's uncle, but he was not on the verge of death. He was also relieved.

When I drove into the city, instead of going to Lu's direction, I went directly to the bar.

During the day, the bar was empty. He kicked a few feet at the door. Someone immediately opened the door and welcomed him.

Ikeno has just arrived, and the matter has not been dealt with. Seeing Lu Nancheng come in from the door, it's not his style. After all, it's working time now. Instead of going to a meeting, he comes to the bar to get drunk.

He warmly welcomed him, but also with a smile, not to give him a hug, Lu Nancheng disliked do not open, has entered the private room.

, old fellow, did you miss me so early today?Lu Nancheng didn't open his mouth. After entering, he directly found a place to sit down. Ikeno had known him for many years, but how could he not see through his mind.

He took the good wine directly and poured him a glass.

"Drink it."

Ikeno poured himself a cup, and pleased to meet him: "old fellow."

Lu Nancheng's eyes looked at him coldly: "see my joke?"

"It's not. I'll enlighten you."

"No need."

"Lao Lu, you are playing with eggs. Once you touch feelings, you will be led by the other party."

"You know a lot."

"I've never heard of single dogs who can enlighten."

“……”

Lu Nancheng was dry. The liquor burned his throat and all the way to his stomach. He frowned with black eyes. The cup was not light or heavy on the table. Ikeno poured another cup for him with a smile.

"Come on, go on."

Alcohol burning stomach, together with nerves are jumping, his headache is more severe, fingertips even press several times, still can't stop.

He didn't drink. His broad body sank into the sofa. Ikeno sat and drank in a dull voice.

"I went to see Lao Jiu."

"Well."

"Did you hear that?"

"No, they also have professional ethics."

"Ha ha."

Ikeno and Laojiu are competitors. They have their own ways and influence. They have been in peace all these years.

"Since you have doubts, why not go to Dr. Song? He is the key. As Song Jin's father, he must know."

"You don't think I thought about it."

"Don't you dare to face it?"

Lu Nancheng gave him a white eye: "now is not the time."

Ikeno hummed and didn't speak. In his opinion, he just didn't dare to face it. He was afraid that they would be irreparable when they really got there, but it was really not like his previous style.

"If you need my help, just say it. Now that you have a direction, it will be easier to investigate."

Lu Nancheng looked at him and didn't speak for a long time. Ikeno made a sound. This coward.