Chapter 183

When hearing Song Ci's sister, the reporters who had not gone far were all shocked. Song Fei, the virus expert who died, is song porcelain's sister!

They immediately turned around and focused their lens on Song porcelain and Fu Hanshen. They saw that Fu Hanshen bowed his head to song porcelain and wept sorrowfully.

"Girl song, I'm sorry, I didn't bring ah Fei back safely..." his tone was pathetic, and he didn't have the face to look up at Song porcelain.

Song porcelain's tears fell on the urn, blurring the line of sight. "It's not your fault. It's Song Fei's choice." Song Fei is so stubborn. What does she want to do? Who can stop it?

It's all her destiny.

After touching the box, song porcelain, like a newborn child, said to Song Fei's urn: "Song Fei, don't be afraid. I'll send you to my parents. You won't be alone...

Song Fei won't be alone, she is alone.

Song Fei finally abandoned her.

Since then, song porcelain has become a real orphan.

Song porcelain holding Song Fei's ashes box goes out of the hall. Han Zhan follows song porcelain silently, like a patron saint.

The reporters are hesitant. They want to catch up with song porcelain and try to understand the relationship between her and Song Fei, but they are also worried.

Fu Hanshen could not help feeling cold when he saw the careful thinking of these people. "Everyone, go back, and do not disturb the peace of the dead."

After hearing the speech, the reporters turned to leave.

Out of the airport, a raindrop hit song porcelain's cheek. She raised her head and looked at the intermittent rain in the sky. Afraid of Song Fei's cold, she quickly took off her windbreaker and wrapped the urn tightly.

Seeing this, Han Zhan quickly took off his clothes and put them on for song porcelain.

Song porcelain takes a look at Han Zhan and starts a farfetched smile. "Brother Han, I'm not cold."

"I'm afraid you're cold."

Song porcelain didn't say anything more. She put on Han Zhan's coat and let Han Zhan take her shoulder to the parking space.

Entering the parking lot, song porcelain and Han Zhan both noticed a man with a dispirited look and a ragged beard standing next to their car.

A few days ago, at the wedding ceremony, song porcelain passed the video with Yan Jiang. At that time, although Yan Jiang's face in the camera was thinner, his slender and delicate eyes were always shining with vitality.

It's not like now, it's dark and lifeless. He was like a lost soul, a walking corpse.

Yanjiang then thin out of phase, looking like a malnutrition patient, there is no luster on his face. Song porcelain has never seen such decadent Yan Jiang. She stares at Yan Jiang, and her heart aches like a knife.

"A Jiang..." she did not dare to think about how painful Yan Jiang's heart was. What he lost was his favorite!

After a few days without dinner, Yan Jiang's body was almost unable to support. He walked to song porcelain step by step, dragging his heavy body with his feet. He could fall to the ground at any time, but his empty eyes were staring at the urn in Song porcelain's arms.

Finally, he arrived in front of song porcelain.

Eyelids slightly droop, covering that pair of moist eyes, Yan Jiang opened his mouth, issued a humble hoarse voice: "song song, can you give me your sister's urn?"

He knew that song porcelain was the most qualified person to deal with Song Fei's future affairs, but he still overstepped it.

"A Jiang, Song Fei is dead, she is dead..." Song porcelain was shocked, subconsciously hugged the ashes box, and in a hoarse voice reminded Yan Jiang that Song Fei had passed away.

Although he couldn't bear it, song porcelain still wanted to break Yan Jiang's wishful thinking. "What's the point of this handful of ashes when people die?"

Yan Jiang blinked his wet eyelashes.

He had a bitter smile, which was very ugly. "I knew she was dead, and I wanted her to be with me. She's with me, and I'm not afraid of the dark. "

Song porcelain was stunned.

"No way." Song porcelain still refused Yan Jiang. "People have to look forward, ajiang, you can't stand still and can't walk out."

Taking a step back, song porcelain secured the urn. "I won't give you my sister's urn, and I'm sure she doesn't want to see you like this. I'll bury my sister next to my parents' tombstones, and they'll get together underground

Hearing the speech, Yan Jiang seemed to cry. But in the end, he didn't do anything. He just turned and left in silence. The figure of walking alone was heartbreaking.

Song porcelain's psychology was not good when he refused Yan Jiang. Han Zhan hugged song porcelain and said, "you are right. He can't take Song Fei's ashes." You can't imagine what people will do when they are crazy.

Song porcelain said.

"Yan Jiang's state is a little crazy now. Let's send him back."

"Good."

They followed Yan Jiang all the way and saw Yan Jiang get on the car of former assistant Allen. Song porcelain quickly opened wechat and sent a message to Allan, asking him to stay with Yan Jiang these days.

Allan also knew that Yan Jiang's state was abnormal. He was worried that Yan Jiang would come astray, so he promised song porcelain that he would never leave Yan Jiang alone.Seeing Allan return Yan Jiang to his home, song porcelain and Han Zhan left.

Song porcelain intended to choose a good day to bury Song Fei, but Han Zhan, who had never been superstitious, went to find an old man with high moral integrity to choose a suitable burial date for Song Fei.

The old man calculated that he would have to wait another ten days for the best day.

Song porcelain felt that Song Fei's life was too hard, and hoped that she would have a more relaxed and happy life in the next life, so she listened to the old man's arrangement.

Song Fei's body had been cremated, and there was only a handful of ashes left. There was no need to worry that the bones would rot and stink. Song porcelain agreed.

She temporarily placed Song Fei's urn in the Sabbath hall and planned to take it out for a while and bury her.

Knowing that Song Fei passed away, Du Tingting wanted to accompany Song Ci, but she had not finished her baby and was inconvenient to go out, so she only gave Song Ci a condolence call.

Song porcelain and Du Tingting talked for a long time, and finally the feeling of boredom was better.

Hang up the phone, Du Tingting called Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu answers the phone and shouts for mom. Du Tingting asked her, "are you upstairs or at home?"

"Upstairs."

"You come to my room, and I have something for you to do."

"Good."

Soon Mu Qiu came down. She pushed open the door of the master bedroom and saw Du Tingting sitting beside the bed, staring at a lot of things in a daze. In the past, Mu Qiucai found that they were some packed baby clothes.

Lao laizi, Du Tingting and Mu Mian are very happy. They have bought a lot of clothes and toys for babies. "You can help me put them to the donation box outside the community. All the things have been donated. It's a waste to keep them."

Du Tingting is totally open-minded.

It was she who had no connection with the child. It's also a waste to keep these things. Simply donating them to the people who really need them can be regarded as a blessing for the child.

May he be reborn and find a better family and a better mother.

Muqiu opened the bag and looked at it. She said, "they are all brand-new. I will donate them to charity directly. I will put them in the donation box for fear of being sold again by someone who has the intention." This kind of thing is not without.

"No problem."

There are a lot of things. Mu Qiu sent them downstairs and stuffed them into the trunk. She drove her car out of her home, along the tree shaded asphalt road, while Mu Qiu was driving, paying attention to the pedestrians at the exit of the path.

Suddenly, a tall and straight male figure burst into her sight.

Brother Mo?

Mu Qiu thought she was wrong. She stopped the car, put down the window and looked at the man carefully.

The man, dressed in a Mocha casual suit, stood at the door of the villa with one hand akimbo, talking on the phone. Just looking at the back, I feel handsome.

Mu Qiu got out of the car and went to the man. Standing behind the man, Mu Qiu hesitated to speak: "brother Mo?"

Hearing the sound, Cheng Yanmo turned back and saw Mu Qiu. He couldn't help laughing. "Bear pajamas?" He stares at Mu Qiu's Light Pink Panda pajamas. He can't help but reach out and touch the panda's ear on Mu Qiu's head.

Mu Qiu blushed slightly.

It's really Cheng inkstone.

Mu Qiu turned over and looked at the suitcase on the ground, a little surprised. "I heard that the Lin family moved out the night before yesterday, and the house was sold to a mysterious man." Looking up at Cheng's sharp face, Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing. "So brother Mo is the mysterious man."

Cheng Yanmo raised his head and looked at the back. He said, "the house where two Arhats were planted at the door is your home?"

Mu Qiu looked back and nodded to see the two well taken care of and beautifully trimmed Arhats. "It's my house. We're so close."

Cheng Yanmo: "well, I want to be closer to you."

Mu Qiu was stunned.

A lonely flash from her face, but soon replaced by joy. "I'll come to you later. I have something to do now."

"Good."

Mu Qiu's car drove past the door of Cheng Yanmo's house. He looked at the back of the car until it disappeared, and then he turned back. As soon as I turned back, I heard the housekeeper say, "do you know Miss mu?"

"Well." Thinking of Mu Qiu, Cheng inkstone hooked his lips and said, "it's a lovely girl."

Seeing the young master's love for the Mu family girl, the housekeeper was worried. "But I heard that this girl Mu suffered from heart disease, and it is said that her time is running out..."

he said, carefully observing Cheng Yanmo's reaction.

Cheng inkstone's face was covered with a layer of color, "don't say this." How can everyone come to remind him that Mu Qiu's time is running out?

Seeing that Cheng Yanmo's attitude changed, the housekeeper figured out some contents. He also mentioned, "I brought someone to clean up the house yesterday. I heard that the wife of the Mu family had a miscarriage. If you have time, you can go and sit down. "

"Mrs. Mu had a miscarriage? When did it happen? "

"More than a week."Cheng Yanmo suddenly remembered one thing. About a week ago, Mu Qiu once said that he would go to his company to play with him. He waited for a long time and didn't wait for mu Qiu. When he called, he heard Mu Qiu say that she was with her mother in the hospital. Mrs. Mu was not feeling well.

I think Mrs. Mu gave birth on that day.

"Prepare the gifts. I'll visit Mu's house later."

"OK."

Mu Qiu found the express company, packed the clothes and sent them out. When he came back, he saw Cheng Yanmo with a gift at his door.

"Brother Mo, are you going to visit my house?" Mu Qiu's pretty face is a little red. Is this a meeting with his parents?

Cheng inkstone motioned Mu Qiu to open the door. He said, "just moved here. It's courtesy to visit the neighbors."

Muthula opens the door and leads him in. She asked Cheng Yanmo with a smile: "Amethyst capital more than 30 families, did your family visit?"

Cheng inkstone did not have a deep look at her, then leisurely ran said: "there is no beautiful daughter in other family." He had no intention.

Mu Qiu was teased by him and lowered his head.

Du Tingting drinks juice in the kitchen. When she hears someone talking in the yard, she opens the curtains and sees Mu Qiu walking backwards with her back to the house, still talking to a man. "Autumn son, who are you talking to?"

Mu Qiu's face flashed a little flustered, like a puppy love caught by parents.

Cheng Yanmo stares at Mu Qiu, a flustered face. She is really a little girl in her heart. She is really cute in love.

Mu qiuqiang pretends to be calm and calm and turns to look at Du Tingting. "Mom, this is the new neighbor next door. He came to visit us specially."

Du Tingting is very enthusiastic and asks Mu Qiu to bring Cheng inkstone home. "Please invite him in." She turned to Aunt Zhang and said, "Sister Zhang, take the tea set to the living room. There are guests coming."

Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo enter the living room of the Mu family, and Du Tingting comes out of the kitchen.

Du Tingting stops and looks up at the new neighbor carefully. After seeing Cheng Yanmo's appearance, Du Tingting opens her eyes slightly.

"Are you the eldest son of the Cheng family? Mr. Cheng Yanmo? " Cheng inkstone is very famous in Wangdong city. Du Tingting and Mu Mian have seen process inkstone at several commercial reception.

Although he is young, he is much more thoughtful than ordinary people. Mu Mian said that he couldn't play the master.

The lens blocked that pair of sharp eyes, put on a layer of gentle leather bag for Cheng inkstone.

He nodded slightly, staring at Mu Qiu's head melon, with a smile on his face, and said: "I just moved here today. I happened to meet Mu Qiu outside. We are also good friends. I heard that my aunt has just been discharged from hospital, so I came here to have a look."

Cheng Yanmo put those precious maintenance products on the table.

"It's ok if someone comes. You're too polite to bring any gifts." Du Tingting quickly let Cheng Yanmo sit down, "Mr. Cheng, please sit down."

Cheng Yanmo unbuttoned his suit and sat down. Mu Qiu sat in another single seat, and did not dare to look at Cheng inkstone.

Du Tingting doesn't doubt the relationship between Cheng Yanmo and Mu Qiu. After all, their age is eight or nine years old, and their experience and identity are far from each other. Subconsciously, Du Tingting thinks that they will not have another relationship.

Du Tingting poured a cup of tea for Cheng Yanmo. "Mr. Cheng, have tea."

Cheng Yanmo took it with both hands, and his posture was very low, "thank you." His modest and polite appearance fell in Du Tingting's eyes, and he felt that he was full of self-restraint and knowledge.

"Qiuer, when did you get to know Mr. Cheng? Why haven't I heard of it? " Du Tingting is also a casual question.

Du Tingting basically knows which friends Mu Qiu has. She can make friends with Cheng Yanmo, who is several years older than her, which is somewhat unusual in Du Tingting's opinion.

Mu Qiu is restless and always feels that Du Tingting has seen through her relationship with Cheng Yanmo. Seeing Mu Qiu's panic, Cheng felt funny.

"On grandma Cheng's birthday last time, my father took me to the process house. Mr. Cheng and I met that day." Mu Qiu thought of what happened in the hotel that night, and her ears were burning.

"I see."

In Du Tingting's affectionate stay, Cheng Yanmo has a lunch at Mu's house.

During the dinner, Cheng inkstone has a bad idea and deliberately leads Mu Qiu's small hand under the table and touches her thin legs.

Mu Qiu sits like a needle blanket and is absent-minded in eating.

See Mu Qiu for a while wringing eyebrows, while biting chopsticks, a pair of uneasy appearance, Du Tingting put down the chopsticks in her hand.

"Autumn son, is there no appetite?" Worried about Mu Qiu's discomfort and lack of appetite, Du Tingting said, "or, I'll ask Sister Zhang to give you tons of desserts?"

Mu Qiu shook his head and slowly chewed the rice in his mouth. After swallowing the meal, Mu Qiu this just should say: "there is no discomfort, it is like a red pimple on the leg, some itching."

"Urticaria?" Mu Qiu's skin is delicate, and she is prone to urticaria.Mu Qiu said, "maybe."

"There is ointment in the medicine box. After dinner, go and apply some medicine. Don't scratch the skin."

"Good."

"Itching again." With that, Mu Qiu lowered her head and grabbed the culprit's hand. She opened her mouth and bit Cheng Yanmo's back.

Cheng Yanmo's back is stiff with pain.

He sat up straight, and when murchiken let go, he shook his hand, which had been bitten out of two rows of teeth marks.

After dinner, Cheng Yanmo gets up to leave, and Du Tingting asks Mu Qiu to send Cheng Yanmo off.

Mu Qiu gets up obediently and follows Cheng Yanmo to the gate.

Out of the courtyard, to Du Tingting can't see, Cheng Yanmo raises his left hand and shakes Mu Qiu's face. "Is it a dog? You bite so hard? "

Mu Qiu stares at the two rows of red and red teeth marks, and feels guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't grasp the strength of the first bite."

"You want another time." Cheng Yanmo stares at Mu Qiu's pure and moving face, thinks of the girl's sharp teeth and sighs: "it's really cruel."

"Heartless and ruthless..." Mu Qiu chuckled, and she said, "yes, I am cruel indeed."

Cheng Yanmo pointed to his home and continued to tease Mu Qiu: "your mother asked you to send me home. This has not arrived yet. Let's go."

Mu Qiu had to accompany Cheng Yanmo for another journey. When he arrived at the gate of Cheng Yanmo's new home, Mu Qiu stopped and said, "you're here, I'm going back."

She turns to want to go, so Cheng Yanmo hugs her belt and enters his new home.

Close the gate, Cheng Yanmo takes a look at the direction of the Mu family. Seeing the figure of the woman behind the window on the second floor, Cheng Yanmo suddenly puts Mu Qiu behind the door. Without any psychological preparation for mu Qiu, he kisses her directly.

Cheng Yanmo's kiss is fierce and full of suggestiveness.

Mu Qiu was soon out of breath.

"Come in with me, eh?"

Mu Qiu gasped and nodded.

Cheng Yanmo enters the living room with Mu Qiu in his arms. He sits down with a Damascus and puts Mu Qiu on his leg. The pajamas are lifted up by Cheng inkstone. Mu Qiu realizes Cheng's intention and puts her hand against Cheng's chest.

The two men were separated from each other in the upper part of the body, and the lower part of the body was close to each other. "My mother is still waiting for me to go back..." what's the matter of sending someone home and never returning once?

"It's OK. Just say I had a cup of coffee at my house." It will take at least half an hour to grind coffee beans, boil coffee, and finish a cup of coffee.

Mu Qiu's lack of determination is easily convinced by Cheng Yanmo.

-

Mu Qiu was afraid that she would be seen differently when she went home. She took a shower in the bathroom of Cheng Yanmo's master bedroom before she put on her panda pajamas again.

When she got home, Du Tingting had not taken her lunch break. Du Tingting yawns and sleeps with a pillow.

Hearing this, Du Tingting raised her eyes and looked at her. Seeing her neatly dressed, she lowered her head and asked, "how can I go so long?"

Mu Qiujin obeyed Cheng inkstone's instruction and lied, "I had a cup of coffee and visited Mr. Cheng's new house."

Du Tingting did not go into it, she said: "Sister Zhang made you red dates and papaya stewed milk, you go to eat, and then go to take a nap."

"Good."

Watching Mu Qiu finish the dessert, Du Tingting returns to her room. Back in the room, Du Tingting pushes open the window and looks at the villa in front of her. She thought of the scene she had seen before, and her mood was very complicated.

The childe of the Cheng family kisses Mu Qiu on the courtyard gate. They kiss so hot that they are old hands.

All of them are adults. Du Tingting doesn't believe that Mu Qiu is a process inkstone. Mo's family has gone to drink coffee. What is Cheng Yanmo thinking? Doesn't he know that Mu Qiu is a man of few days?

Du Tingting had something in her heart, and she was in a state of uneasiness all afternoon.

When Mu Mian comes back from work at night, Du Tingting tells him about it. "Next door, the Lin family has moved in a new neighbor. He is Cheng Yanmo of Chuandong group."

Hearing this, Mu Mian was more surprised than surprised, "right?" It's a good thing to be a neighbor with Cheng Yanmo.

"He called on my house today, and I left him for lunch."

Hearing this, Mu Mian's mind changed and turned. It seems that Mr. Cheng has a good feeling for them. I think he can get in touch with this young master Cheng, and maybe he can do business in the future.

But Du Tingting's next sentence, directly hit Mu Mian: "he seems to be the boy friend of autumn son. I saw them kissing in the yard of the Lin family."

"Cheng inkstone and qiuer?" Mu Mian thought it was a little mysterious, "how could it be? They are several years apart from each other in age, and they don't communicate with each other. Besides, how can a person like Cheng Yanmo like us like Mu Qiu

Cheng inkstone's side is not without an ambiguous object, but which is not a big chest butt big face high family background woman?In this way, Mu Mian doesn't feel that her daughter is inferior to others. It's just that Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo's former gossip objects are totally different types.

Cheng Yanmo is one of the best in a thousand for his strong family background, personal ability and business insight. Mu Qiu can associate with men like Cheng Yanmo, and Mu Mian should be happy to see it become.

However, Mu Mian's face finally got a little smile when he thought about the progress of another thing. "Cheng Yanmo is a very good man. Mu Qiu has a good eye and has found an excellent man."

Listen to Mu Mian say so, Du Tingting just feel surprised. "Husband, don't you think it's difficult? We can't live long in autumn. If she dies, what will happen to Mr. Cheng? "

Du Tingting always feels guilty to that childe Cheng.

"It's all adults. You love me." Mu Mian is very open to this matter. Seeing Du Tingting depressed and worried, Mu Mian shares a good news with her. "There's new news from the organ bank. It's like we're waiting for a heart that matches qiuer."

A touch of ecstasy, climbing Du Tingting's thin cheek. She squeezed Mu Mian's arm tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "is it true?"

"Well, the donor is critically ill and is still alive for the time being, and has to wait."

"Well, that's wonderful. I hope it can match it!" Du Tingting does not expect others to die, but she hopes her daughter can live.

At the thought that Mu Qiu may be able to survive, Du Tingting's eyes bloom with vitality.

"Don't tell qiuer about it. We'll tell her when the news is confirmed." Mu Mian tells Du Tingting.

Du Tingting is busy.

-

this morning, song porcelain received a call from Alan. "Song and Song Dynasty, brother Jiang's mental state is not very good. Would you like to come and see him?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Brother Jiang's spirit seems to have gone wrong. He often talks to himself alone in the air, laughing as he speaks. I feel flustered when I look at him."

The most worrying thing still appeared.

Song porcelain hung up the phone and quickly changed clothes to go to Yan Jiang's house.

She rang the doorbell, thinking that it would be Allen who opened the door, but Yan Jiang was standing in the door.

Yan Jiang was dressed delicately with a white bottom shirt, beige trousers and a black Chanel jacket. He is the most beautiful man in the entertainment circle.

Seeing song porcelain outside the door, Yan Jiang suddenly burst into laughter. He took song porcelain's hand, rubbed it, and said, "ah Fei, why don't you wear a coat? It's quite cold outside today. It's cold outside. It looks like your hands are cold."

Hearing this, song porcelain is like falling into an ice cellar.

It's just as if it's windy today. She's not in the mood to dress up recently. When she goes out, she casually looks for a long sleeve hooded sweater to put on and tie up her long hair. She drives to see Yanjiang directly.

Song porcelain and Song Fei are the same. If you put on your sweater and tie your hair, you will be more like it.

Song porcelain was pulled into the house by Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang said in his mouth, "you said that you will come back soon after you go out. Alan has made lunch, and the dishes are almost cold." He pressed song porcelain on the dining chair.

Yanjiang opened the rice cover and filled song porcelain with a bowl of COD porridge. "Come on, you eat this."

After seeing Yan Jiang for a moment, song porcelain picked up a spoon, scooped a scoop of COD porridge, and put it into his mouth. The taste is very fresh and tender, she ate two mouthfuls, the heart is stuffy flustered, especially uncomfortable.

At the dinner table, Yan Jiang talks and laughs and constantly puts dishes for song porcelain, which Song Fei likes to eat. Song porcelain eat one by one, "I'm full."

Yanjiang would not give her any more vegetables.

Noticing that Yan Jiang didn't eat anything, song porcelain deliberately cooled his face and learned from Song Fei's voice, "you eat."

Yan Jiang really listen to her words, a mouthful of rice to the mouth, but not how to clip vegetables.

Song porcelain looked at him silently, and felt very sad. After dinner, Yan Jiang took song porcelain to the screening hall and found a French film called butterfly.

"The last time you mentioned that you wanted to see this movie, I found it." This is what song Fei mentioned to Yan Jiang in Kinshasa.

Song porcelain sat down and watched the film with Yan Jiang.

The whole film has beautiful scenery and warm rhythm. The interaction between the little girl and her grandfather is also vivid and interesting. This is supposed to be a pleasant movie, but song porcelain is more silent.

Finally, the movie is over.

Yanjiang is ready to switch to a new movie when Song Ci calls his name, "ajiang." Yan Jiang turned his head and looked at Song porcelain patiently and gently.

Song porcelain suddenly stretched out his right hand and held Yan Jiang's emaciated cheek.

Yan Jiang was stunned.

Song porcelain raised its head and pasted its cheek toward Yan Jiang.

She seemed to kiss him.

When song porcelain's lips were about to approach Yan Jiang's lips, Yan Jiang suddenly turned his head and said, "I'll change to a movie to see a marine pianist, OK?"Song porcelain sits back to its original position.

"You know I'm not her," she said calmly and mercilessly. Ah Jiang, do you want to deceive yourself? "

Yan Jiang did not move.

"If you really treat me as her, when I kiss you just now, you won't have this reaction. In the face of Song Fei's initiative, where are you willing to refuse? "

Seeing Yan Jiang's tight lips and drooping eyebrows, song porcelain heart could not bear it, but had to tell him: "Yan Jiang, I'm not her, you know."

Yan Jiang suddenly covered his face with his hands. His shoulders trembled slightly, his throat heaved up and down, and tears filled his fingers.

"Song and song..." Yan Jiang opened his mouth and broke the sound. The voice was dumb, like a gauze cut by a sharp scissors, "she's dead..."

"ah Fei is dead, his body is incomplete!" He was so sad that he couldn't speak for a moment. Song porcelain quickly got up and went to Yan Jiang, put his arm around his head and pressed him in his arms.

"The ground is full of broken limbs and broken arms. I look for her head everywhere, but I can't find it. Song song, I lost your sister... "

Yan Jiang once heard that people with incomplete bodies can't go to hell after death. They will turn into ghosts, wandering day and night in the land of death, constantly searching for their bodies.

Thinking that his ah Fei would always be trapped in the turbulent land of a foreign land, Yan Jiang felt heartache like a knife.

Yan Jiang is like a child, holding song porcelain's waist tightly. His tears and snot rub against song porcelain's sweater. It was the first time for Yan Jiang to cry in front of song porcelain. His face was lost and his image disappeared.

Song porcelain also red eyes, can not help but follow Yan Jiang cry.

I don't know how long before Song porcelain found that Yan Jiang had no voice in her arms. She was very upset, thinking that Yanjiang was dizzy. Looking down, she found that Yanjiang was just asleep.

She held Yan Jiang so tightly that she didn't dare to release or move.

After a while, Alan came in.

When he saw that Yan Jiang had finally gone to sleep, he told song porcelain the truth. "Brother Jiang hasn't slept in these days. I'm afraid he will faint and fall to the ground. Song song, thank you for coming today. "

"You should have called me." These days, song porcelain itself has been muddleheaded, did not take into account the situation of Yanjiang.

She is a little guilty. It is she who neglected Yanjiang.

These days, in order to take care of Yan Jiang, Allan has not had a good rest. At present, everything is green and gray. Song porcelain said to Allan, "come on, Alan, give me a hand. We'll send him back to his room to sleep. Go to sleep, too, and don't spoil yourself

"Good."

Yan Jiang is really too tired, this sleep, let song porcelain and Allen rub round knead flat did not wake up.

Put Yan Jiang on the master bedroom, afraid that he would wake up at night afraid of the dark, song porcelain specially turned on a wall lamp. "Alan, you go and have a rest. I'll go back."

Allan really couldn't hold on. He yawned and went back to the guest bedroom to have a rest.

Song porcelain went downstairs to clean up the bottles and jars in the kitchen, washed his hands, and then left.

Instead of going home, she went to the Sabbath.

Standing in the hall of the Sabbath hall and staring at Song Fei's urn, song porcelain grinned bitterly and asked, "Song Fei, are you satisfied? Are you satisfied to see that a Jiang is crazy for you? "

Where would Song Fei answer her?

After touching the cold urn for a long time, song porcelain cried against the cupboard. "Song Fei, I miss you so much!"

But I'll never see you again.

-

Song porcelain walked out of the Sabbath hall and saw Han Zhan.

"How do you know I'm here?" After a cry, song porcelain's voice sounds like a broken Gong, strange harsh.

"Asson told me." Han Zhan came over and covered song porcelain's eyes. "Go home, you also go back to have a good sleep."

Han Zhan picked up song porcelain and put it in the car. Into the car, Han Zhan or holding song porcelain, like holding a child.

"Keep your eyes closed. Don't open them." Han Zhan's tone is overbearing.

Song porcelain is also really tired, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep in Han Zhan's arms. The car was moving smoothly, shaking slightly, and song porcelain really fell asleep.

Han Zhan looks at Song porcelain's face which has lost a lot of weight recently, and his heart is full of heartache. Song porcelain's bedside cupboard, suddenly went back to his bed to take a bath.

Seeing the four words "doctor Xinqiao", Han Zhan's eyes flashed cold.

He picked up his cell phone, walked out of the master bedroom and went to the conference room.

"Mr. Han."

Han Zhan did not answer.

At the other end, the man said cautiously, "I have received the money you paid. Thank you, Mr. Han. The remaining 20 million... "

" when it's done, I'll transfer that money to your child. With that money, he can finish high school and college, and after graduation, he can buy a house with good location. " If he is good at managing money, he may have enough money to get a daughter-in-law.No worries, the man is at ease. "Thank you, Mr. Han. I'll try my best to do what you tell me."

Han Zhan interrupted the other party's words, "it's not to try your best, it must be done properly."

"If things fail, Dr. Zhu, you'll have to walk into prison and be carried out crosswise." Han Zhan's tone is very easygoing, but his words make people feel cold.

Han Zhan is not anxious to nail an iron nail in the other party's heart, which makes the other party nervous. "I will do it well!"

Han Zhan hung up the phone, impatiently untied the button of his shirt, and scolded: "silly fork things, you have to sit on the bottom of the prison."

After scolding, Han Zhan regained his calm and upright appearance.

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Xinqiao Hospital is a private hospital, which was established 30 years ago. The first president of Xinqiao Hospital is Du LengSheng, the father of Du Tingting.

After Du LengSheng died, Xinqiao hospital became Du Tingting's industry. Du Tingting has been used to the days of pampering and treating the superior over the years, and has no mind to take care of the industry under her name.

Therefore, the hospital's nominal chairman is Du Tingting, but in fact, the person in charge is mu Mian.

The second building of Xinqiao Hospital is the inpatient department, and the eighth floor is the activity floor of the chairman. Medical staff, patients and their families are not allowed to enter.

Late at night, a light on the eighth floor lights up.

Mu Mian comes in from the door. The lights in the corridor strike his shadow on the ground and stretch it into the shape of a devil.

Mu Mian walks into the ward and stares at the woman who has been injected with sleeping pills. The girl's body is thin and weak, and her white cheek is more like a fool in the light.

No one would have thought that Song Fei, who had been cremated, was lying on the eighth floor of Xinqiao Hospital!

Song Fei's hands and legs are tied to the four corner pillars at the head of the bed and the end of the bed. She has completely lost her ability to move and can't escape!

Song Fei is awake, but the effect of the medicine has not yet dispersed. She says that her bones are soft and her eyelids can't be opened. She can only narrow a slit.

Mu Mian walks to the bed and looks down at Song Fei. "You are awake." Mu Mian's tone was calm, and he didn't have any anxiety or panic that the kidnapper should have.

Song Fei squints at Mu Mian, and his lips move, unable to speak.

Mu Mian suddenly said, "in fact, you have recovered your consciousness that time." Mu Mian's words are mindless, but Song Fei understands them.

Mu Mian: "in the sanatorium, I took your blood and sent it to match Mu Qiu's blood. The next night, you disappeared. You are aware of the danger and run away before I notice

Song Fei's disappearance directly disrupts all mu Mian's plans and makes him worry for a while. "Song Fei, you really make me look different."

Song Fei's lips murmured again, as if he had something to say.

Mu Mian thought that she was powerless, so he bent down to show her listening attentively. "You say, I listen." After that, Mu Mian heard Song Fei say --

"call your mother."

With that, Song Fei spits on Mu Mian's face.

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