Chapter 182

Song Fei shrinks on the sofa with no bones. She is playing miraculous warmth. With good clothing, Song Fei click Submit, PK process also used a picky immune skills.

PK result -

failed!

Staring at the word failure, Song Fei looks straight. "Junk game!" Krypton takes time again!

The doorknob of the gate suddenly turns. Song Fei hears the slight movement. She quickly puts away her mobile phone. Looking up, she sees Yan Jiang push the door and come in.

With a bag in his hand, Yan Jiang's clothes are wrinkled and his tired expression makes him look like a kind of decadent beauty.

During this period, Yan Jiang was very busy. He didn't expect that the case he was in charge of would cause such a big stir. He worked overtime for two days in a row. He finally got half a day off today and came back from work at noon.

Entering the room, he saw Song Fei in the living room. Yanjiang felt his hair subconsciously. He hasn't washed his hair for several days. His hair is short and his hair is greasy. This damages his handsome image in Song Fei's heart.

"Are you back?" Yan Jiangchong and Song Fei grinned. Without the blessing of starlight, he was the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry in the past. He looked stupid and innocent.

Hearing the stench of sweat on Yan Jiang, Song Fei pinched his nose in disgust. "It stinks."

"I'm going to take a bath." Yan Jiang rushed into the toilet, quickly took a bath, and also rubbed his hair twice.

He came out of the toilet in his T-shirt and shorts. He saw Song Fei standing against the wall and stood still for a moment.

Song Fei chuckles and throws his trousers to Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang put on his pants three or two times, but he was very sorry. He coughed and pretended to be calm. He went to Song Fei and stood next to her.

"What are you playing with?" Glancing at Song Fei's mobile phone, I can see that she is playing miraculous warmth. Yan Jiang is helpless. "You still play this? You've recharged 20000 yuan, and you haven't made any achievements. "

Song Fei make complaints about the game. She can't help but Tucao: "this game designer has a problem with her brain and doesn't understand it." Her every match is very good-looking, but failed again and again, unfair!

"I'll help you." Yanjiang takes Song Fei's mobile phone. He looks at the PK theme, orders a few sets of equipment to change the warm and warm, and then clicks submit.

Soon, PK got the result and Yanjiang won.

"You see, perfect." Yan Jiang returns the mobile phone to Song Fei.

Song Fei looks down at the screen and gets a perfect score. Her eyes are cold. "My aesthetic is OK." She refused to admit that she did not understand aesthetics.

Yan Jiang: "no, you have aesthetic problems."

"Say it again." Song Fei picks up her eyebrows and stares at Yan Jiang with a pair of extremely dangerous beautiful eyes, which is full of menace.

Yan Jiang opened his mouth like a dead man and said, "if you have no problem in aesthetic appreciation, you have promised to be my girlfriend for a long time. You can't even look up to such a good-looking person as me, and say that you have no problem with your Aesthetics...

in the face of Yan Jiang's increasingly thick skin, Song Fei chooses to ignore him.

She quit miraculous warmth, hesitated again and again, or deleted this rubbish game.

Delete the game, Song Fei refreshing.

Seeing that Song Fei finally deleted the krypton gold game, Yanjiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. People like Song Fei are not suitable to play miraculous warmth. She is suitable for playing death space.

Bloody violence, can be said to be very in line with Song Fei's character.

There is no game to play. Song Fei picks up his hat and puts it on. He plans to go out. Yan Jiang asked her, "are you going out? Where are you going? "

"Look around."

"I'll be with you." When he arrived in this city, no one knew Yan Jiang. He had no idol burden. He didn't even bother to wear a sun visor, so he followed Song Fei out of the house.

The skin color of people here is very black. Song Fei, who is thin and white in color, is very attractive in the crowd. Yan Jiang stares at the men around him. Seeing that they are all secretly looking at Song Fei, he is not happy.

He stepped forward quickly and took Song Fei's hand. "Take a hand with your brother, will you?"

Song Fei glanced at him, did not agree, but did not take out his hand.

Living a life full of money and money, the life in Kinshasa is really boring for Yan Jiang, and you can't find an interesting entertainment project when you go out. Yan Jiang wanted to take Song Fei on a boat tour of the river, but he didn't want to take Song Fei to such a place because he died some time ago.

"Where shall we play?" Yan Jiang asked Song Fei for advice.

It's really boring. After thinking about it, Song Fei said, "go to the zoo. This is the zoo. It's interesting. " The animals in the zoo here are all wild animals transported from the African savannah. Song Fei is so big that he hasn't seen any wild animals in Africa.

"Let's go by bike."

Yanjiang went to find a bicycle and took Song Fei to the city zoo.

Arriving at the gate of the zoo, Yan Jiang was already sweating. He opened his collar and fanned to reveal his sexy clavicular fossa.

Song Fei suddenly leaned over, arranged his neckline and taught him: "beautiful boys should pay more attention to their image and protect themselves, so they can't look elegant."Yan Jiang suspects that Song Fei is afraid of being coveted by others. He was elated and deliberately stimulated Song Fei: "more people have seen my body."

Song Fei frowned and did not speak.

She turned and walked to the zoo gate alone, as if annoyed. Yan Jiang ran after him and leaned against Song Fei's ear and said, "but only you can touch it."

Song Fei sneered coldly, but the cool color of his eyes faded a lot.

When they enter the zoo, Song Fei goes straight to the African Elephant Park. She stood outside the garden, staring at the huge African elephants for a while, then took out her mobile phone to take a few photos.

"Ajiang, stand there." Song Fei signals Yan Jiang to stand on the edge of the fence to take a picture with the elephant.

When Song Fei was about to press the Photo button, the man who had been on Vogue magazine for several times and was known as the God of hard photos, held up his scissors hand and grinned like a little fool.

After taking the photo, Song Fei looks down at the photo for a while, and silently passes the photo to the private cloud album.

Yan Jiang suddenly waved to her, "you also come, we take a group photo."

Song Fei hesitated, but still walked over. She is half a head shorter than Yanjiang, and Yanjiang has to bend down to be even with her. Song Fei holds the mobile phone and counts down: "three, two, one!"

Just after counting, I got a kiss on the cheek. Song Fei's hand shook and pressed the Photo button.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Yan Jiang with that pair of frozen eyes. "Want to die?" Song Fei's voice was so cold that she could shake off the ice.

Yan Jiang: "I like you. I can't help stealing relatives. If you can't help but be guilty, you'll kill me. " Yan Jiang showed that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Song Fei didn't say anything, just patted Yan Jiang on the neck and left.

Yan Jiang thought it was incredible that she just let him go?

Song Fei really dotes on him!

Yanjiang hastens to chase Song Fei. When he caught up with Song Fei, Yan River saw Song Fei's lip gloss, and he stared at the song's lips and restless eyes.

At this time, Yan Jiang suddenly felt some itching on his body. He scratched it for a second time. "Song Fei, don't you feel itchy?"

Yanjiang stares at Song Fei's white skin. While scratching his neck and clavicle, he says, "my neck is itchy. There won't be fleas here?"

Song Fei curved his lips, ignored Yanjiang and continued to look at her giraffe.

Yanjiang scratched a little, and his skin was almost broken. He inadvertently saw Song Fei's smiling expression and realized something. The whole person was not good.

"Song Fei, did you get something on your fingers when you touched my neck just now?" During this period of time, Song Fei has been conniving at Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang almost forgot that Song Fei is such a cruel and cruel woman.

She is a witch who dares to shoot through the tires of her pursuers since she was a child!

Song Fei sneered and said leisurely, "you are the first mouse to be tested for the newly developed device. I call it cute and itchy."

Lovely ghost!

Yanjiang tried to scratch his neck and clavicle, and begged her at the same time: "Song Fei, give me the antidote, my neck is so uncomfortable."

Song Feimu shook his head with a face

Yan Jiang: "really not?"

Song Fei nodded solemnly, "just developed the poison, there is no time to develop the antidote."

Yan Jiang whispered: "Song Fei, you are cruel enough. As for it, I secretly kiss you and you retaliate against me, you! I! I... "

" how are you? " Song Fei looks at Yan Jiang in her spare time, but does not believe that Yan Jiang dares to beat her.

Yan Jiang is a little counsellor and has no courage to start with her.

Yanjiang suddenly stepped forward, lowered his head and held Song Fei's cheek, and, taking advantage of her inattention, directly kissed him. Until the clavicle skin itches again, Yanjiang releases Song Fei.

While scratching, he provoked Song Fei, "no, just kiss enough!" Xiaoxuhuo has long become a wolf, not only afraid of her, but also want to eat her all the time.

Song Fei is rarely dull and motionless.

Back a game, Yanjiang is finally comfortable. He touched his lips, and the feeling of kissing Song Fei just now was wonderful, soft and addictive.

Yanjiang wants to kiss again.

But a pair of shangsong Fei's chilly eyes, Yan Jiang did not dare to offend. Song Fei was unprepared for being able to kiss Song Fei just now. Now Song Fei is on guard. Yan Jiang doesn't want to succeed any more.

For example, if you look at Yan Jiang more often, you will feel dirty eyes. Song Fei turns around and walks quickly.

Yanjiang strode to catch up with her, and he walked with her side by side to carry out the stubbornness to the end. "I admit it was my fault to kiss you without your consent. I'm willing to be beaten and scolded, but I'll do it again next time. "

Song Fei cold hum, "long ability."

Yan Jiang: "you said, boys have to be brave, crying and annoying. I'm brave now. You can't despise me"Ah..."

Song Fei's pace is getting faster and faster.

Yan Jiang followed her for a few steps and found something. He suddenly stopped. Yan Jiang lowered his head, looked at his neck and clavicle, and whispered: "how not itchy?"

Thinking of what, Yan Jiang's heart suddenly quickened.

Song did not hear her step behind her. Suddenly, her arm was pinched by the pursuer. Song Fei has no choice but to stop and look up at her smiling eyes.

The man turned black, but he was still pretty. Sure enough, good-looking people are regardless of skin color.

"I know where the antidote is." Yan Jiang's eyes are bright and his tone is hard to hide his excitement.

Song Fei: "there is no antidote."

Yan Jiang suddenly leans over and kisses Song Fei again. This time, he kisses very gently, like kissing the wind and rain, carefully.

After releasing Song Fei, Yan Jiang's forehead pressed against her forehead and said in a hoarse voice, "you've smeared the antidote on your lips, right?" What she painted before was not lipstick at all, but the antidote for itchy powder.

Between two seconds, Song Fei's cheek is completely red.

Song Fei is still dying, "really no, the effect of itching powder can only last a few minutes, there is no antidote of this kind of thing." She didn't admit there was an antidote.

Yan Jiang had already understood Song Fei's ability of right and wrong, and he didn't believe Song Fei's explanation at all.

Looking at Song Fei's rosy face, Yan Jiang's heart is like a bubble in a honey jar, sweet and nourishing. "Song Fei, you are so cute." Song Fei is cruel and lovely.

Song Fei looked coldly, "shut up!"

Because of the kiss, Yanjiang was in a state of excitement all afternoon.

When he returned home in the evening and saw that Fu Hanshen had not come back, Yan Jiang called Song Fei into the room and told her mysteriously, "I have a good thing here."

Yanjiang took out a bag of hotpot seasonings from under the bed. He said in a flurry, "I've brought a few of them, and they're all reserved for you to eat. Today they're not here, and I'm willing to take them out. "

Song Fei stares at the hot pot seasoning bag in his hand. The glacier in his eyes is gradually melting, and a peach blossom in early spring is blooming.

There was no food at home, only some meat. Song Fei missed the hot pot in China. She said, "I really want to eat fish balls and spinach."

"I'll buy it for you tomorrow." I don't know if spinach and fish balls are sold here.

The next morning, they went out together. Yanjiang took Song Fei to the door of the hospital and watched her go in. Then she went back to work.

In the afternoon, Yan Jiang sorted out the analytical data into a report, which pushed an dissected corpse into the refrigerator, ready to eat.

At this time, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, not life like, one after another.

Yanjiang took off his gloves, washed his hands, and then took out his mobile phone. Seeing that the caller is Fu Hanshen, Song Fei's teacher, he feels uneasy.

Mr. Fu seldom contacted him. What happened?

Press the answer button, Yan Jiang just put the phone close to the ear, heard Fu Hanshen tone extremely heavy said: "Yan Jiang, Song Fei has an accident."

Yanjiang's pupil was trembling.

"What's the matter?" His voice seemed calm. If you listen carefully, you will be able to recognize a trace of tremolo.

"Yesterday, a group of infected people were found in limed district. Their reaction after infection was different from that of other patients. I sent Song Fei to collect the blood of the infected people to do research. Unexpectedly, there was an explosion, and several buildings were directly destroyed. The clinic Song Fei went to had been blown into ruins... "

what else did Fu Hanshen say? Yan Jiang couldn't hear.

His head was buzzing all the time.

He had only one idea in his mind -

How could Song Fei die!

How dare she die!

How could she die?

"Hello, Yanjiang, are you still listening?" At that end, Fu Hanshen's voice began to choke.

Yan Jiang suddenly laughed, "ha ha, Mr. Fu, I'm here."

That smile made Fu Hanshen's hair stand on end. "Yanjiang..." how can he laugh?

Yan Jiang Wu said to himself, "Mr. Fu, don't be kidding. I'll buy some fish balls and spinach later. Song Fei promised to have hot pot with me tonight. If you are free in the evening, come along and sneak back. Don't let other colleagues know. "

Jinshasha, located near the equator, is hot all year round. However, after hearing Yan Jiang's transformation, Fu Hanshen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Finished, Yan Jiang is crazy!

"Yanjiang." Fu Hanshen tried to keep calm and told him, "wait in the Bureau. I'll pick you up right now. Let's go to the scene of the explosion."

Yan Jiang directly hung up the phone.

Fu Hanshen soon arrived at the police station gate. Yan Jiang, dressed in a white suit, stood at the gate of the police station. He was standing in a long body with jade carving. It was the most beautiful scenery in Kinshasa.Fu Hanshen looks at Yan Jiang in the car.

Yan Jiang was speaking with a colleague. When he spoke, he had a faint smile on his cheek, which was evil and ruffian. Staring at Yan Jiang's smiling appearance, Fu Han's deep heart is pulled into a group.

Fu Hanshen honked the horn.

Yan Jiang side head, see Fu Hanshen, the luster in his eyes slightly solidified. "Mr. Fu." He exchanged greetings with him with a smile and got into the car.

Fu Hanshen endured heartache and reminded him in a deep voice: "fasten your seat belt and let's go to limed district."

Yan Jiang obediently fastened his seat belt.

Along the way, Yan Jiang was quiet and even playing with his mobile phone. Fu held the steering wheel tightly with his fingers and tried to stop the car several times. He wanted to pull Yan Jiang's shoulder and shake him up.

The person who pretends to sleep is the most miserable person.

Finally, they got to limed. Far away, Fu Hanshen saw the people on the street who were gray headed, covered with blood and crying bitterly.

In the distance, the building destroyed by the bomb was in ruins.

Fu has no courage to go further.

He stopped the car, shaking his hand over his face, choked: "it's in front of him."

Staring at the ruins in front of him, Yan Jiang's expression of cloud and light breeze gradually becomes dignified. His chest heaved a little violently, and he felt short of breath.

"She'll be fine." Yan Jiang comforted himself: "when Bijiang city collapsed, I dug her out. This time, she will not die!"

Yanjiang opened his seat belt and got out of the car.

All the others were at the scene of the fleeing war zone, and only he walked alone against the current.

In front of the ruins, still flying dust. As soon as Yanjiang approached the ruins, he coughed. His eyes were sore and red with coughing, but he straightened up and went deep into the center of the ruins.

In the ruins, there were broken limbs and arms everywhere. He also saw some corpses. Some people have not died, a grasp of Yan Jiang's calf, said the local language: "help me!"

Yanjiang bent down, gently took off the hand, "I can't save you."

He stood up and walked forward. The wounded were struggling all over the ground. He walked in the direction of the clinic without straying his eyes.

The clinic has been bombed into ruins. The corpses on the ground can't be identified. Yan Jiang is searching there, shouting. "Song Fei!"

Ah Fei

"Where are you?"

No one responded to him.

Yan Jiang's legs began to shake, and he staggered to search for the bodies. This was not, this was not...

suddenly, his eyes were frozen.

He saw a thin body, she was alone under the ruins, the small black backpack next to her.

Yan Jiang knows the dress. When she went out this morning, Song Fei was wearing this T-shirt.

Song Fei is dead. His body is incomplete.

Yanjiang's world collapsed in an instant. A sad cry, tears Yan Jiang's throat and mouth: "Song Fei!"

Fu Hanshen ran through the dust and heard the piercing cry. He was stunned and his scalp was numb. Fu Hanshen stood there, shocked and astonished at the scene in front of him.

The heart is breaking.

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China.

International headline news: [there was an explosion in the limed District of the capital of J, killing and injuring countless people. Ms. Song Fei, an expert in China's aid to Africa in Japan, was unfortunately killed...]

this news is just one of many news reports, which did not cause any splash. But a hand hidden in the dark, controlling public opinion and traffic, quietly pushed this topic into the hot spot of sina Weibo's home page.

On this day, Zheng SuYue, a young lady of the Zheng family, invited song porcelain to her birthday party. This woman, Zheng SuYue, was the one who met Song Ci and Han Zhan at the Cheng family's birthday party.

Zheng SuYue is a good friend of Song Dynasty porcelain. She once invited Zheng SuYue to the wedding ceremony of song porcelain. She also gave a song porcelain a very expensive wedding gift.

After receiving Zheng SuYue's birthday invitation, song porcelain naturally wanted to go.

A few days ago, song porcelain and Han Zhan's wedding ceremony only entertained the closest family and friends. At the wedding banquet, Zheng SuYue saw Mo Yao, Shen Yubei, di Rongrong and diplomat Jin Luolan all sitting on the bridegroom's family table. They knew that Han Zhan was not as ordinary as he looked.

Are you kidding? Can ordinary people be family members with Asia's richest man, international singer and well-known female diplomat?

Obviously, Han Zhan is the mysterious big man who hides his identity!

We are all human beings. We know what to say and what not to say. As a result, the wedding has passed several days, about the wedding scene saw and heard, actually did not reveal any news.

Apart from the most intimate friends, nobody knows that Han ge of song porcelain family is a big man!

Since marriage, song porcelain has rarely been seen in public. More than a month has passed since she last attended the Cheng family's old lady's birthday party.Those who don't know the truth think that song porcelain married a man of ordinary status and lived a trivial life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, which must be no longer the scenery.

Everyone is curious about the attitude of the former first lady.

When song porcelain appeared, it was noticed. "Song porcelain is here." A light call, attracted many people side head, have looked at the gate.

Song porcelain approached the living room of the Zheng family. She was wearing a gouache tuxedo with a fish tail and long hair, showing her forehead and beautiful cheeks.

Song porcelain all over the body, only wearing a pair of diamond earrings, delicate neck clean, prominent collar bone sexy, swaying thin willow waist enchanting.

She was so gorgeous and elegant that she eclipsed all the beauties.

Seeing this, a pretty woman curled her lips and murmured sour, "how can she look so good? Don't they all say that married women will be wasted into ugliness by daily necessities? " How come this law doesn't work when it comes to song porcelain?

After the woman muttered, she heard song porcelain's voice ring out in front of her: "Wen Shu, what bad words do you say to me?"

Wen Shu was stunned. He looked up in astonishment and looked at the beautiful song porcelain near him. His face was red with embarrassment.

Song porcelain suddenly approached Wen Shu and pasted it on her ear and said, "wrong, marriage will not make you ugly, love will nourish people more beautiful and moving."

Song porcelain specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word "nourishment".

Wen Shu thought of the funny things among the adults, and his face was even redder, "Why are you still so dishonest?"

Song porcelain spread out his hand, made a very helpless expression, "no way ah, this year, decent women are not popular."

"Shameless!"

Song porcelain knew that Wen Shu was not bad hearted, so he stopped teasing her and turned to find Zheng SuYue.

She chose a pair of suet jade earrings for Zheng SuYue as a birthday gift.

Influenced by his family, Zheng SuYue did not like gold and diamonds, but only loved jadeite. Zheng Su Yue was very happy when she received the gift from Song porcelain. She immediately took off her pair of Jasper earrings and put them on.

"Song song, did you read today's microblog?"

"No, I've been busy all the time. I'm not free." Liang Bo participated in a popular singing PK program and invited song porcelain to play for her in the studio today.

Song porcelain went, did not want to expose the vest, but also put on a mask.

It was afternoon after recording the program. After having a meal with Liang Bo, she went home to make up and change her dress. Up to now, I haven't brushed the microblog.

When Zheng SuYue asked about this, song porcelain opened the dinner bag and asked, "what's wrong with Weibo?"

Zheng SuYue looked at her movements, but she was eager to speak, but she did not dare to speak.

Song porcelain saw her expression, frowned, "how, is it related to me?"

Zheng Su Yue said: "your sister Song Fei, did you go to Africa to study the virus?"

Song porcelain never expected that Zheng SuYue would mention Song Fei.

She was uneasy and said, "yes, she went with Yanjiang. What's up? What happened there? "

Zheng Su Yue's look also became dignified. She couldn't bear to tell song porcelain the truth, and gently reminded her: "song song, you'd better read your own micro blog."

Song porcelain's eyelids jump wildly.

When she opened her microblog, she saw that there was a topic about the explosion of the capital of state j on microblog hot search. After this topic, the word "boiling" was marked.

She forced the town to open a topic, and saw the most popular report --

international headlines:

when she saw the line "Ms. Song Fei, an expert on virus research in China's country j, died in an explosion in limed District, capital of country J.

when she saw the line" virus expert Ms. song ", song porcelain's heart and liver shrank sharply. "How can..." Song porcelain mobile phones are a little unstable.

Zheng Su Yue helped her by the waist and whispered softly in her ear: "song song, there is a detailed information about this lady song in the review area. You should first see if it is your sister. Don't make a mistake."

Song porcelain panicked and nodded, which opened the message area.

In the comment area, one of the most praised comments was as follows:

[it is reported that the dead virus expert named Song Fei is the only disciple of Mr. Fu Hanshen, a leading virologist in China. He is 22 years old.

At the age of 6, Song Fei, who was only 10 years old, was measured to have an IQ of 182. She has a unique knack for memory. She never forgets anything.

In addition, she has amazing talent in chemistry and viruses. At the age of 10, Song Fei was personally invited by the chairman of Mensa, a high IQ club, to join the Mensa club and become an elite member of the club...]

under this popular science message, countless netizens knelt down and yelled at the boss.

Song porcelain staring at the long row of popular science information, the brain is a blank.

How could this happen?

Song porcelain suddenly said: "I go first, Su Yue, another day to meet.""... good."

Song porcelain staggered out of the living room of the Zheng family, lost its bearing and demeanor, and attracted many people's attention. After she left the Zheng family, she got into her car.

Seeing that she came out so soon, the driver a song was still pale. He thought that song porcelain had been bullied in the Zheng family, and asked with a slightly ferocious expression: "madam, is someone bullying you?"

"No Song porcelain on the phone, while telling a song: "send me to Zeus!"

"Good!"

During the call, song porcelain's hands were shaking. After shaking her fingers for a long time, she closed her eyes and pressed down.

The phone couldn't get through, and she was reminded that the other party's mobile phone could not be connected. Song porcelain a heart gradually fell into the abyss, hands more and more cold, back cold sweat.

She called Yan Jiang again, but the other party's mobile phone was in the state of shutting down.

No, song porcelain had to call Fu Hanshen.

The first time, Fu Hanshen did not answer, the second time Fu Han finally connected the phone. "Song porcelain." Fu Hanshen's tone was sad and heavy, and he was shocked to hear song porcelain.

"Miss Fu, where's my sister? Why can't she get through? " Song porcelain asked in a roundabout way, but did not dare to ask him: is the dead person my sister?

Fu Hanshen rubbed his wet eyes. He seemed to sob and then said, "I'm sorry song porcelain. I'm useless. I lost your sister. I can't take her home." Finish saying that, Fu Hanshen is in the telephone that headache cries.

Song porcelain Zheng Leng listen, heart has been numb.

After a long time, she fell from the bottom of her hand.

When a song saw song porcelain in tears, he was at a loss. A song's mouth is stupid. He doesn't know how to comfort song porcelain. He steps on the gas pedal, speeds up his speed and runs towards Zeus.

The car stopped at the door of Zeus. Song porcelain got down from the car with red eyes and looked up to see the tall body standing in front of the door of Zeus building.

Song porcelain rushed to Han Zhan's arms.

"Han Zhan!" "Han Zhan, my sister is dead, she is dead!"

Han Zhan held her arm, calm mellow voice finally lost calm, disordered square inch, "porcelain treasure, you get up."

"Song Fei is dead!"

"Song Fei doesn't want me anymore!"

"She's dead..."

Song Ci was so sad that she almost fainted in Han Zhan's arms.

Han Zhanqiang pulled her and held her in his arms. "Song porcelain, calm down, you can't fall down!"

Song porcelain cried so much that she couldn't hear Han Zhan. She finally fainted in his arms and lost consciousness.

Han Zhan carries song porcelain back to the office and puts her on the cot.

Li Li heard the Secretary say that Mrs. Han fainted and was carried back to the office by Mr. Han. Li Li, worried about song porcelain's body, came to Han Zhan's office to greet him.

Li Li looked at the song porcelain with tears on her face in a coma on her bed and frowned subconsciously. "What's wrong with sister-in-law?"

Han Zhan stood by the window with his hands akimbo. He said, "Song Fei is dead."

Li Li was shocked. "How could...

" it's true that I died in an explosion accident. "

Hearing the speech, Li Li was stunned.

Looking at the tearful appearance of song porcelain, Li Li couldn't help but worry, "what should I do here? It was not easy for her to wait for her sister to wake up. After a few months of reunion, Song Fei died... "

this is to take people to heaven and kick her back to hell!

How cruel!

Han Zhan sat on the sofa impatiently and said nothing.

Li Li is very worried about song porcelain. He suggests Han Zhan not to come to work tomorrow. "You should accompany your sister-in-law more. Don't let her be alone, for fear that she will not like it."

"Nature." Han Zhan's work can not all be left behind. He said to Li Li: "dragon Zhize of KT consortium will arrive in Wangdong tomorrow morning to visit Zeus spaceship R & D center. Li Li will entertain him for me."

"Good."

After Song Fei died, song porcelain was in a muddle for several days.

On that day, the clouds covered the blue sky and white clouds. The dark sky seemed to fall down at any time, making people breathless.

Song porcelain sat in front of the French window and looked through the chat records between her and Song Fei. Although she did not cry again, she looked haggard.

Han Zhan put a windbreaker on her body and turned off her mobile phone screen.

Song porcelain did not move, like a wood carving.

"Porcelain treasure." Han Zhan held her cold finger and told her, "today is the day for the overseas Chinese of state j to return home..." Han Zhan saw song porcelain's eyes turn slightly for a few times, and then said, "it's also the day for Song Fei to return home. We have to pick her up."

Song porcelain gently nodded his head.

"Good."

Today, a group of reporters came to the airport, and their cameras were aiming at the exit of the passage.Ten minutes later, the overseas Chinese from state j will come out. It is said that the ashes of Ms. Song Fei, a virus expert who died in the explosion in state j, will arrive today. The reporters all want to take this sad and painful scene.

Song porcelain stood together with all the family members and looked at the exit quietly and silently. Some of the reporters recognized song porcelain and felt strange.

All of a sudden, the sound of footstep and speech came from the other side of the passage. People looked up and saw a group of people come out. Among them, there are men and women, old and young.

After returning home and stepping on the land of China, the faces of these overseas Chinese who had just experienced the threat of life and death finally showed a reassuring smile.

After laughing, I couldn't help crying.

What is a country?

It is the old father of 1.4 billion Chinese people. When you are in a storm, he is your haven. There is a country in, you will never drift.

The family members found their relatives and ran to hold them together. Some were crying and others were cheering. The reporters are happy to take pictures.

But soon, the appearance of another group of people interrupted the peace. It was a group of doctors. The oldest of them was 50 or 60 years old, and the youngest was in his thirties.

The leading man is Fu Hanshen, the most outstanding virus expert in China.

Fu Hanshen's hand, holding a small black box.

Fu Shen told reporters that they wanted to have a rest before the interview

"Mr. Fu, you have worked hard. After you return to China, you should have a good rest." The reporters are very sensible, busy tacit agreement to withdraw.

Fu Hanshen holds Song Fei's ashes and searches the middle of the family area. Finally, he sets his eyes on the last side of the crowd.

There, standing in a black coat, silent tears of a woman.

On the day of their parents' burial, song porcelain was also dressed in black and buried them alone with shovels and shovels. From that day on, black became the most annoying color of song porcelain.

Song porcelain from the last side of the crowd came out, she stood in front of Fu Hanshen, staring at Fu Hanshen haggard face, said: "master Fu, hard you."

He put his hands on Song Fei's urn, touched the cold jar, and thought of Song Fei, who was so proud, turned into a handful of ashes in the jar. Song porcelain was heartbroken.

"Sister, Mr. Fu brought you back to China. Next, I'll take you home."

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