Chapter 142

"Husband."

Mu Mian: "hmm?" His anger did not subside, and there was a little anger in his voice.

Du Tingting suddenly said, "Song Fei is awake."

This word Mu Mian sounds a little baffled, Mu Mian said: "I know she woke up." Song Fei has visited his home. Does he know that Song Fei is awake?

Du Tingting tightly held a corner of her desk and said in a trembling voice, "if you really gave Song Fei's heart to qiuer at that time, you were killing people, husband!"

Mu Mian was stunned.

He was a little guilty. He faltered and said, "at that time, Song Fei had been sleeping for eight years. Even the doctors said that the possibility of her waking up was almost zero. How could I know that she would really wake up?"

"Don't you feel guilty when you see Song Fei's child today?" Du Tingting was covered with sweat on her forehead. She said, "I dare not look into the child's eyes directly. As soon as I see her, I think of the crimes you almost committed against her..."

in the house, the husband and wife are arguing in a low voice. Outside, Mu Qiu overhears the conversation between her parents, and her expression on her face is suspicious, and her heart is shocked. Dad almost killed Song Fei in order to save her!

So, is the heart of Song Fei really suitable for her?

"Tingting, let me be quiet, OK?" Mu Mian doesn't want to continue to discuss this matter with Du Tingting. She has a headache. Seeing Mu Mian rubbing his temple again, Du Tingting's eyes are soft.

Her warm voice told Mu Mian: "then you have a good rest, I also want to go to sleep."

Du Tingting opens the door of the study and goes out. She turns around and prepares to return to the room. She sees the skirt corner flashing by at the corner of the stairs.

Du Tingting asked: "autumn son?"

Mu Qiu retreats and stands on the platform, staring at Du Tingting. "Mom, what can I do for you?"

Seeing that Mu Qiu looks normal, Du Tingting just feels relieved that she should not have heard her talk with her husband. "Don't play with your cell phone at noon. Go to sleep."

"Good. Then I'll go back to my room. "

The mother and daughter both went back to their own rooms. In the study, Mu Mian was really upset. He pressed the head of his headache, and then he turned on his computer, logged in to a website, and looked at the conversation center.

1: [Hello, Rh negative blood is scarce. We haven't found a heart suitable for your requirements, so we have to wait. 】

seeing this reply, Mu Mian's head is more painful.

Is it really that rare?

Mu Mian, holding a faint hope, replied to the other party: "I have money, I can add more money, but my daughter's time is running out, so I can't continue to consume it. Can you do something about it? 】

the other side display is input all the time.

A few minutes later, the news came.

1: I can't kill for you. 】

1: [wait a minute, we're trying to find it. 】

Mu Mian seemed to see hope.

After leaving the Mu family, the song porcelain sisters walked to the gate of the capital of Amethyst and waited for long Yu. After getting on the bus, song porcelain was a little sleepy, so she dozed off against the window with a pillow.

Song Fei holds song porcelain's shoulder and presses her head on her lap. "It's better to sleep."

Song porcelain's head rubbed on Song Fei's legs and fell asleep. Song Fei is also sleepy. She looks up and closes her eyes for a lunch break. When she is about to fall asleep, her trouser pocket close to her thigh vibrates.

Song Fei takes out her mobile phone and receives a text message.

1: [S, we have replied to the other party according to your instructions. 】

Song Fei moved her finger and replied to the other party's message: "we must kill all mu Mian's hopes. 】

1: [received. 】

Long Yu first sent Song Fei to Yan Jiang's house, and then sent song porcelain back. Song Fei gets out of the car, enters the house, and confirms that Yan Jiang is not at home. She goes to Yanjiang's study and opens his computer.

Song Fei logs in to her wechat and enters a phone number with deep memory in the add friend box. Through that number, Song Fei really searched Fu Hanshen's wechat.

Fu Hanshen's wechat name is very simple, called "F". Song Fei click add friend, in add friend application there, write down two words, send in the past.

Fu Hanshen returned home in the evening, turned on the computer, habitually logged in wechat to check the message, and saw a new friend request. He didn't think much about it. He just opened it to add details.

Jiata is a stranger. The name of wechat is s. there are only two words in the wechat message request --

teacher.

Fu Hanshen was slightly stunned and his heart beat faster.

The teacher...

although he also went to the school to teach, the students respectfully called him Professor Fu. His students are all over the world, but there is only one person who is really qualified to call him a teacher.

Song Fei, his only beloved disciple.

But that child, as early as eight years ago, became a vegetable.

Is that her?

Fu Hanshen hesitated and click through.On this day, Yanjiang was busy with his work and could go home very late. At mealtime time, he ordered a dinner for Song Fei on meituan takeout. Song Fei ate the lean porridge ordered by Yan Jiang for her, and drank a pot of kelp rib soup, which returned to the study.

Seeing that Fu Hanshen had passed her wechat friend's request, song porcelain quickly sat down on the chair.

She sent a message to Fu Hanshen.

Song Fei: [teacher. 】

the other end sent a reply soon, Fu Hanshen: [are you? 】

Song Fei sent a video request directly to Fu Han.

Fu Hanshen did not receive the video, and Song Fei was not in a hurry. He let the video continue to ring. Just when the video is about to hang up automatically, Fu Hanshen grabs the last few seconds to connect the video.

A white and beautiful face jumped into Fu Hanshen's sight. When he saw that face, Fu Hanshen knew that it was his beloved Songfei. The arrogant and weariness of the world can't be learned by others.

Fu Hanshen couldn't believe that Song Fei really woke up. He was a little excited and his lips trembled. "Small jade..." a small Jade Road exit, Fu Hanshen then some aphasia.

Song Fei looked at Fu Hanshen in silence. After a moment, she turned her mouth and said, "teacher, you have white hair." Song Fei, eight years ago, was still a girl. Suddenly heard Song Fei's strange voice as cold as snow, Fu Hanshen shook his hand and suddenly hung up the video.

He got up, stepped on the messy copies and hurried to the window.

Fu Hanshen leaned against the windowsill, held his forehead, closed his eyes and sorted out his mind. A quarter of an hour later, Fu went back to his desk and sat down again. He took the initiative to send a video to Song Fei.

Song Fei has been sitting in front of the computer waiting for a reply. As soon as the video rings, Song Fei clicks to answer. Seeing that Fu Hanshen's mood is calm, Song Fei flicks the corner of his lips to Fu Hanshen and laughs hard.

She said, "teacher, I'm back."

Frowning at his beloved apprentice, Fu Han deeply sighed: "I've been waiting for you for eight years."

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