Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"husband."

Mu Mian: "Huh?" His anger has not subsided, and there is a natural anger in his voice.

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

Mu Mian's words sounded a little inexplicable. Mu Mian said, "I know she's awake." Song Fei had already visited his house, could he not know that Song Fei was awake?

Du Tingting squeezed the corner of the desk tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "If you really gave Song Fei's heart to Qiu'er, then you are killing people, husband!"

Mu Mian was startled.

He felt a little guilty, and he hesitated: "At that time, Song Fei slept for eight years and didn't wake up. Even the doctor 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 had a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, she said, "I don't even dare to look that child in the eyes, as soon as I see her, I Just thinking of the sin you almost committed against her."

Inside the house, the couple were arguing in a low voice. Outside the house, Mu Qiu overheard the conversation between her parents. In order to save her, Dad almost killed Song Fei!

So, sister Song Fei's heart really suits her?

"Tingting, let me be quiet for a while, okay?" Mu Mian didn't want to continue discussing this matter with Du Tingting, his brain hurt. Seeing Mu Mian rubbing his temples again, Du Tingting's eyes softened.

She instructed Mu Mian warmly: "Then you have a good rest, and I'm going to sleep for a while."

Du Tingting opened the study door and went out, turned around to go back to the room, and saw the skirt corner flashing by the corner of the stairs.

Du Tingting asked, "Autumn?"

Mu Qiu stepped back, stood on the platform, and stared at Du Tingting. "Mom, what's the matter?"

Seeing that Mu Qiu's expression was normal, Du Tingting was relieved just now that she had not heard her conversation with her husband. "Don't play with your phone at noon, and sleep for a while."

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

The mother and daughter outside the house both returned to their respective rooms. In the study, Mu Mian was really annoyed. He pressed his headache, then turned on the computer, logged in to a website, and checked the conversation center.

1: [Hello, RH negative blood is rare, so far I haven't found a heart that suits your requirements, so I have to wait. 】

Seeing this reply, Mu Mian's head hurt even more.

Is it really that rare?

With a faint hope, Mu Mian replied: [I have money, I can add more money, but my daughter's time is short, and I really can't continue to spend it. Can you guys think of a way? 】

The other party shows that he has been typing.

After a few minutes, the message came.

1: [I can't kill someone for you. 】

1: [Wait, we are trying our best to find it. 】

Mu Mian seemed to see hope.

After the Song Ci sisters left Mu's house, they walked to the gate of Amethyst Capital, and waited for a while before Long Yu came. After getting into the car, Song Ci was a little sleepy, so she dozed off against the window with the pillow in her arms.

Song Fei supported Song Ci's shoulder and pressed her head against her thigh. "Sleep better this way."

Song Ci rubbed her head on Song Fei's leg and fell asleep. Song Fei was also feeling sleepy. She raised her head and closed her eyes for a lunch break. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the inside of her trouser pocket near her thigh vibrated.

Song Fei took out her phone and received a text message.

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

Song Fei moved her fingers and replied to the other party's message: [Mu Mian must kill all hope of Mu Mian. 】

1: [Received. 】

Long Yu first sent Song Fei to Yan Jiang's house, and then sent Song Ci back. Song Fei got out of the car, went into the house, and confirmed that Yan Jiang was not at home, so she went to Yan Jiang's study and turned on Yan Jiang's computer.

Song Fei logged on to her WeChat and entered a memorable phone number in the add friend box. Through that number, Song Fei really found Fu Hanshen's WeChat.

Fu Hanshen's WeChat name is very simple, called 'F'. Song Fei clicked to add a friend, wrote two words in the application for adding a friend, and sent it to the past.

Fu Hanshen came home in the evening, turned on his computer, and habitually logged into WeChat to check the news, when he saw a new friend request. He didn't think much, just opened it to add details.

The person who added him was a stranger, his WeChat name was S, and there were only two words in the friend request message——

teacher.

Fu Hanshen was slightly startled, his heart beat faster.

teacher

Although he also went to the school to give lectures, those students respectfully called him Professor Fu. His students are all over the world, but there is only one person who is truly qualified to call him a teacher.

Song Fei, his only lover.

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

Is that her?

Fu Han hesitated for a while, then clicked through.

Yan Jiang was busy with work that day, and he could not go home until late. When it was time to eat, he ordered a dinner for Song Fei on Meituan Takeout. Song Fei ate the lean meat porridge that Yan Jiang ordered for her, and drank a can of kelp and pork ribs soup before returning to the study.

Seeing that Fu Hanshen had passed her WeChat friend request, Song Ci hurriedly sat down on the chair.

She sent a message to Fu Hanshen.

Song Fei: [Teacher. 】

The other end quickly sent a reply, Fu Hanshen: [Who are you? 】

Song Fei directly sent a video request to Fu Hanshen.

Fu Hanshen didn't answer the video for a long time, Song Fei was not in a hurry and let the video continue to play. Just when the video was about to hang up automatically, Fu Hanshen took the last few seconds to connect the video.

A fair and beautiful cold face jumped into Fu Hanshen's line of sight. Seeing that face, Fu Hanshen knew that this was his beloved disciple, Song Fei. That world-weary and arrogant demeanor is something no one else can learn.

Fu Hanshen couldn't believe that Song Fei was really awake. He was a little excited and his lips trembled. "Xiao Fei" Xiao Fei said, and Fu Hanshen was a little speechless.

Song Fei looked at Fu Hanshen silently. After a while, she pouted and said with some disgust, "Teacher, you have gray hair." Eight years ago, Song Fei was still a girl. Hearing Song Fei's unfamiliar voice that was as cold as snow, Fu Hanshen shook his hands and suddenly hung up the video.

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

Fu Hanshen leaned against the windowsill, put his hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes to sort out his mind. A quarter of an hour later, Fu Hanshen walked back to the desk and sat down again, and took the initiative to send Song Fei a video.

Song Fei had been sitting quietly in front of the computer waiting for a reply. As soon as the video sounded, Song Fei clicked to answer. Seeing that Fu Hanshen's emotions had calmed down, Song Fei slightly twitched the corners of her lips at Fu Hanshen, and gave a rare smile.

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

Looking at his beloved disciple with a frown, Fu Han said with deep emotion, "I've been waiting for your words for eight years."