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Hearing Fang Huang Jingjing's words, Fang Kexin did not get angry, but laughed: "Why are you so angry, I only called you because I was worried about you."

Fang Kexin smiled and said: "I know you don't trust me, but I've also seen the news of Song Zimo and Tang Jing's relationship being exposed."

Huang Jingjing pursed her lips slightly: "You have a way?"

"I feel that if you go crazy for love once, Song Zimo might be touched by you!"

"What do you mean?" Huang Jingjing keenly sensed the hidden meaning in Fang Kexin's words.

Fang Kexin held the phone in her hand, her lips moving, as for what she had said, only Huang Jingjing could hear it.

Ever since the fake love story was released, Song Zimo should have felt that it had calmed down a little, but his eyes kept jumping around, and he felt as if something bad was about to happen.

"Du du …"

His cell phone rang. Seeing that it was Fang Kexin calling, he instinctively wanted to reject it.

But for some reason he pressed the answer button.

Didn't I already give you money! What are you still calling for!? "

His voice was holding back his anger, but Fang Kexin was not afraid.

She pretended to be flustered and said, "Something has happened to Jingjing! She cut her wrist and committed suicide! "

Song Zimo's mind buzzed.

The phone call was made by Fang Kexin at the hospital, and she was in the midst of transfusions. Fortunately, she found it early, and didn't lose too much blood.

Song Zimo anxiously rushed to the hospital, he did not expect that there would already be a group of reporters blocking the entrance, preventing him from leaving.

"Songtong! Is it true that Miss Huang committed suicide in the name of love? "

"Songtong, may I ask how is Miss Huang doing?"

… ….

Song Zimo felt that his head grew bigger.

It was as if there was a net that was slowly closing in on him, trapping him within. He didn't even know where to start.

Being trapped in the middle of the crowd until the bodyguards rushed over, Song Zimo finally squeezed into the hospital with much difficulty.

However, he had a feeling that he was going to hit the headlines again.

Arriving at the hospital, he saw Fang Kexin accompanying Huang Jingjing.

He pulled Fang Kexin out of the door and growled: "What exactly happened!"

Fang Kexin retracted her hand that was in pain, and asked with a frown: Why are you asking me? "I just remembered that there were some things that I had forgotten to bring back from the Huang family. I wanted to greet Jingjing, but who would've known that she actually cut her wrist and committed suicide. If it wasn't for me finding out, maybe …"

"Shut up!" Song Zimo looked at Fang Kexin with an ashen face: "Alright, for now, I'll take it that what you said is true!"

He sized Fang Kexin up from head to toe: "You said before that you would leave with that money and that secret. If you appear in front of me again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and entered Huang Jingjing's ward.

The corner of Fang Kexin's mouth curled up slightly, and the joy of revenge emerged in her heart.

This torture device was indeed her director. The next step would depend on the actor's performance.

"Zimo …" Huang Jingjing looked at Song Zimo weakly.

Her face was a little pale from the blood loss, but because she was treated in time, her life wasn't in danger. After going to the hospital, she received a hemostatic injection and then started a blood transfusion.

Even if this suicide was fake, Huang Jingjing was willing to give it her all for Song Zimo. After all, for something like cutting off one's wrist, if she made a mistake, she would really lose her life.

But she still did it, which showed how much Huang Jingjing loved her.

Unfortunately, their relationship was destined that Song Zimo would never accept Huang Jingjing's love.

"Why are you so stupid …" Song Zimo sighed helplessly.

Huang Jingjing looked pitifully at Song Zimo without saying a word.

In Fang Kexin's words, she only needed to pretend that she was pitiful. No matter what, Song Zimo would not abandon her.

As expected, seeing Huang Jingjing like that, no matter how much he said, Song Zimo could not say it out loud. He sighed and said, "You should rest well and not think about those silly thoughts of yours anymore. No matter what, you have to take your father into consideration! If he knows about this, how will you face it? "

Only after hearing what Song Zimo said, did Huang Jingjing realize how stupid her actions were. She glanced at Song Zimo and gritted her teeth as she said, "Zimo, why don't you and Tang Jing break up, okay?!"

Although she wanted to take this opportunity to force Song Zimo to have a relationship with his, she knew that if she were to force Song Zimo into a corner, she wouldn't gain anything either.

Song Zimo looked at Huang Jingjing, the smell of the disinfectant filled the room made him feel uncomfortable.

When Shen Lan Xin was just hospitalized, he went to the hospital every day. After that, he was unable to cure his so he could only drag it on. Then, Shen Lan decided to go home.

It was also because of this that Song Zimo was truly against hospitals.

"Zimo …"

Huang Jingjing looked pitifully at Song Zimo.

Song Zimo frowned even more: "If you committed suicide just because of Tang Jing, then it's really not worth it. I will eventually get married, but that person, no matter what, won't be you."

His tone could still be considered gentle, but Huang Jingjing was growing more and more flustered. She reached out to grab Song Zimo's sleeve. "Zimo …"

Song Zimo took a step back. His hands were empty, and he couldn't grab onto anything.

"Zimo …"

Huang Jingjing called out again.

Song Zimo could not help but lower his head: "Jingjing, I'll say it again, don't be willful, this life was given to you by your father, I hope you can cherish it well, as for me, even without Tang Jing, there will still be Wang Jing and Chen Jing and Li Jing, in short, the one who married me will not be called Huang Jingjing, I hope you won't be so stubborn anymore."

Huang Jingjing felt a buzzing in her head, and she suddenly covered her ears: "I'm not going to listen … …"

Seeing that, Song Zimo stepped forward and pressed down on Huang Jingjing's hand. Her wrist was still wrapped in bandages, and there were faint traces of blood seeping out.

He shook Huang Jingjing's hand, forcing Huang Jingjing's eyes to meet her own.

Only when they were so close did Song Zimo manage to properly size Huang Jingjing up. The color of her eyes were very light, and it seemed that both Huang Fan and herself were like this.

Thinking to this, Song Zimo pursed his lips: "Don't fool yourself anymore, I only regard you as my younger sister, if not …"

He wanted to say that if Huang Jingjing wasn't his own little sister, he would definitely be even more cold and detached. In time, she committed suicide for him, and he wouldn't choose to come see her.