Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei huddled on the sofa like she had no bones, she was playing Miracle Nuannuan. After matching the clothes, Song Fei clicked submit, and she also used a picky immunity skill during the PK process.

PK result——

fail!

Staring at the word failure, Song Fei pouted. "Trash game!" Krypton is time-consuming again!

The door handle suddenly turned, Song Fei heard the slight movement, she quickly put away her phone, looked up and saw Yan Jiang pushed the door and walked in.

Yan Jiang was carrying a bag in his hand, his clothes were wrinkled, and his tired demeanor made him look dejected.

Yan Jiang was very busy during this time. He didn't expect that the case he was in charge of would cause such a big sensation. He worked overtime for two consecutive days, finally got a half-day leave today, and came back from get off work at noon.

Walking into the room, seeing Song Fei in the living room, Yan Jiang subconsciously touched his hair. He hadn't washed his hair for several days, and his short hair stood on end, and it was a little greasy, which greatly damaged his handsome image in Song Fei's heart.

"You're back?" Yan Jiang grinned at Song Fei. Without the blessing of the stars, the former number one handsome man in the entertainment industry looked silly and innocent.

Hearing the smell of sweat on Yan Jiang's body, Song Fei pinched her nose in disgust. "It stinks."

"I'm going to take a shower now." Yan Jiang hurriedly got into the toilet, took a quick shower, and rubbed his hair twice.

He came out of the toilet wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and when he saw Song Fei who was leaning against the wall, he stood there and didn't move for a moment.

Song Fei sneered, picked up the trousers on the bed and threw them to Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang put on his trousers in two or three times, feeling embarrassed. He coughed, pretended to be calm, walked to Song Fei's side and stood next to her.

"What are you playing?" Glancing at Song Fei's phone, Yan Jiang felt a little helpless when she saw that she was playing Miracle Nuannuan. "You still play this? You have recharged 20,000 yuan, and you haven't seen any results."

Song Fei had a lot of dissatisfaction with this game, she couldn't help but complain: "This game designer has a problem with his brain, he doesn't understand aesthetics!" Every set of her outfits is obviously beautiful, but she fails again and again, it's unfair!

"I'll help you." Yan Jiang took Song Fei's phone away. He looked at the PK theme, ordered a few sets of equipment for Nuan Nuan to put on, and clicked submit.

Soon, PK got the result, and Yan Jiang won.

"Look, it's perfect." Yan Jiang returned the phone to Song Fei.

Song Fei looked down at the score on the screen with a perfect score, her eyes instantly turned cold. "My aesthetics are fine." She refused to admit that she did not understand aesthetics.

Yan Jiang: "No, there is something wrong with your aesthetics."

"Say it again." Song Fei raised her eyebrows and stared at Yan Jiang with a pair of dangerously beautiful eyes, full of threats.

Yan Jiang said as if he were dying, "If you really have no problem with your aesthetics, you would have promised to be my girlfriend. You don't like a good-looking person like me, and you say that you have no problem with your aesthetics."

Facing Yan Jiang's increasingly thick skin, Song Fei chose to ignore him.

She quit Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen, hesitated again and again, but still deleted this garbage game.

After deleting the game, Song Fei was refreshed.

Seeing that Song Fei finally deleted the krypton gold game, Yan Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. People like Song Fei are not suitable for playing Nuan Nuan, she is suitable for playing Dead Space.

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

There were no games to play, Song Fei picked up her hat and put it on, planning to go out. Yan Jiang hurriedly asked her, "Are you going out? Where are you going?"

"Just turn around."

"I'll accompany you." When he arrived in this city, no one knew Yan Jiang. He had no idol baggage at all. He didn't even bother to wear a sun hat, so he followed Song Fei out of the house like that.

The people here were all dark in complexion. Song Fei, who was slender and white in complexion, was very eye-catching among the crowd. Yan Jiang stared at the men around him. Seeing that they were all secretly looking at Song Fei, he felt unhappy.

He stepped forward quickly and grabbed Song Fei's hand. "Hold a hand with your brother, okay?"

Song Fei glanced at him and didn't agree, but she didn't pull out her hand either.

After being accustomed to the days of Wang Dongcheng being drunk with money, life in Kinshasa is really boring for Yan Jiang, and he can't find any entertainment that interests him when he goes out. Yan Jiang thought about taking Song Fei to take a boat tour of the river, but someone died in that river some time ago, and he didn't want to take Song Fei to that kind of place.

"Where are we going to play?" Yan Jiang asked Song Fei for advice.

It's really boring to wander around. After thinking about it, Song Fei said, "Let's go to the zoo. The zoo here is also a little interesting." The animals in the zoo here are all wild animals brought from the African savannah. Song Fei has grown up so big, and she has never seen any native African wild animals.

"Then let's go by bike."

Yan Jiang found a bicycle and took Song Fei to the urban zoo.

Arriving at the gate of the zoo, Yan Jiang was already sweating, he pulled open his collar and fanned, revealing his sexy collarbone socket.

Song Fei suddenly leaned over, tidied up his neckline, and taught him: "Beautiful boys should pay more attention to their appearance and protect themselves. Dressing like this is unsightly."

Yan Jiang suspected that Song Fei was afraid that others would covet his beauty. He was elated and deliberately provoked Song Fei: "There are many people who have seen my body."

Song Fei frowned and said nothing.

She turned around and walked to the gate of the zoo alone, looking a little annoyed. Yan Jiang chased after him, leaned against Song Fei's ear and said, "But only you can touch it."

Song Fei snorted coldly, but the coldness in her eyes faded a lot.

The two entered the zoo, and Song Fei went straight to the African Elephant Park. Standing outside the garden, she stared at the huge African elephants for a while, then took out her phone to take a few pictures.

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

Yan Jiang obediently walked over to take a photo. When Song Fei was about to press the photo button, this man who had been on VOGUE magazine several times and was known as a god of hard photos raised his scissors and grinned like a is a little fool.

After Song Fei finished taking the photo, she lowered her head and stared at the photo for a while, then silently uploaded the photo to the private cloud album.

Yan Jiang suddenly waved to her, "You come too, let's take a group photo."

Song Fei hesitated, but walked over anyway. She was half a head shorter than Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang had to bend over to be level with her. Song Fei held the phone and counted down: "Three, two, one!"

Just after counting, he was suddenly kissed on the cheek. Song Fei shook her hand and pressed the camera button.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Yan Jiang with those eyes that could make people freeze. "Want to die?" Song Fei's tone was so cold that she could shake off the ice scum.

Yan Jiang: "I like you, and I couldn't help stealing the kiss just now. If I can't help being guilty, then you can kill me." Yan Jiang put on the appearance of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

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

Yan Jiang felt incredible, she just let him go?

Song Fei really doted on him!

Yan Jiang hurriedly chased after Song Fei. When catching up with Song Fei, Yan Jiang saw that Song Fei was applying lipstick, he stared at Song Fei's pink lips, and was confused.

At this time, Yan Jiang suddenly felt a little itchy, he scratched, but couldn't help scratching a second time. "Song Fei, don't you feel itchy?"

Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei's white skin. He scratched his neck and collarbone and said, "My neck is so itchy, there won't be fleas here, right?"

Song Fei bent her lips, ignored Yan Jiang, and continued to look at her giraffe.

Yan Jiang scratched so hard that his skin was about to break. He inadvertently saw Song Fei's smiling expression and realized something, the whole person was not well.

"Song Fei, when you touched my neck just now, did you get something on your finger?" Song Fei has been pampering Yan Jiang all this time, but Yan Jiang almost forgot what a cruel and ruthless woman Song Fei was. .

She is a witch who dared to pierce the tires of a suitor's car with a gun since she was a child!

Song Fei sneered and said leisurely, "You are the first guinea pig to be experimented with the newly developed stuff. I call it cute and tickle."

cute ghost!

Yan Jiang scratched his neck and collarbone hard, begging her while scratching: "Song Fei, give me the antidote, my neck is so uncomfortable."

Song Fei shook her head with a wooden face, "No."

Yan Jiang: "Really not?"

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

Yan Jiang forced her in a low voice, "Song Fei, you are ruthless enough. As for what, if I steal a kiss from you, you will take revenge on me like this, you! Me! I"

"How are you?" Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang in a relaxed manner, not believing that Yan Jiang dared to beat her.

Yan Jiang is a little coward and doesn't have the guts to do anything to her.

Yan Jiang suddenly stepped forward, lowered his head to hold Song Fei's cheek, and kissed her directly while she wasn't paying attention. After kissing until the skin on the collarbone was itchy again, Yan Jiang released Song Fei.

While scratching his itch, he provoked Song Fei, "Nothing, just kiss!" The little coward had long since turned into a big bad wolf, not only was he not afraid of her, but he also wanted to eat her all the time.

Song Fei was rarely sluggish, motionless.

After pulling back a round, Yan Jiang finally felt comfortable. He touched his lips, and the feeling of kissing Song Fei just now was wonderfully soft and addictive.

Yan Jiang wanted to kiss again.

But when they met Song Fei's cold gaze, Yan Jiang didn't dare to offend him again. She was able to kiss Song Fei just now, but Song Fei was not prepared. Now Song Fei was vigilant, Yan Jiang didn't want to succeed again.

As if looking at Yan Jiang too much, her eyes would get dirty, Song Fei turned around and left, walking quickly.

Yan Jiang strode up to catch up, he walked side by side with her, and carried out his stubbornness to the end. "I kissed you without your consent. I admit it was my fault. I'd like to be beaten and scolded, but I'll do it again next time."

Song Fei snorted coldly, "I'm good at it."

Yan Jiang: "You said that boys have to be brave and cry and cry. I'm brave now, you can't dislike me."

"Ah"

Song Fei's footsteps were getting faster and faster.

Yan Jiang followed her a few steps and found something, and he stopped suddenly. Yan Jiang lowered his head, looked at his neck and collarbone, and murmured, "Why doesn't it itch?"

Thinking of something, Yan Jiang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Song Fei heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and she kept walking. Suddenly, her arm was pinched by someone chasing after her. Song Fei stopped helplessly, raised her head, and met Yan Jiang's smiling eyes.

The man turned black, but he still looked handsome. Sure enough, good-looking people have no skin color.

"I know where the antidote is." Yan Jiang's eyes were bright, and his tone couldn't hide his excitement.

Song Fei: "There's really no antidote."

Yan Jiang leaned over suddenly and kissed Song Fei again. This time, he kissed very tenderly, as if kissing the wind and the rain, carefully.

After letting go of Song Fei, Yan Jiang pressed her forehead against hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "You put the antidote on your lips, right?" What she used before was not lipstick at all, but itchy powder. the antidote.

In two seconds, Song Fei's cheeks were completely red.

Song Fei was still struggling, "No, that tickle powder can only last for a few minutes. There is no such thing as an antidote." She beat her to death and refused to admit that there was such a thing as an antidote.

Yan Jiang had already experienced Song Fei's duplicity, and he didn't believe Song Fei's explanation at all.

Looking at Song Fei's flushed cheeks, Yan Jiang's heart seemed to be soaked in a jar of honey, sweet. "Song Fei, you are too cute." Song Fei was ruthless, and she was cute.

Song Fei's eyes turned cold, "Shut up!"

Because of that kiss, Yan Jiang was in a state of excitement all afternoon.

When he returned home at night, seeing that Fu Hanshen and the others had not returned, Yan Jiang called Song Fei into the room and told her mysteriously, "I have something good here."

Yan Jiang took out a packet of hot pot ingredients from under the bed, and he said hilariously, "I just brought a few packets and kept them for you to eat. I'm willing to take them out when they're not here today."

Song Fei stared at the hot pot base bag in his hand, the glacier in her eyes gradually melted, and a tree of peach blossoms blossomed in early spring.

There is no food at home, only some meat. Song Fei misses domestic hot pot, she said, "I really want to eat fish balls and spinach."

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

The next morning, the two went out together. Yan Jiang took Song Fei to the hospital door and watched her go in before returning to work in the bureau.

At noon, Yan Jiang compiled the analytical data into a report, and then pushed an autopsy body into the freezer, ready to eat.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, as if he was dying, one after another.

Yan Jiang took off his gloves and washed his hands before taking out his mobile phone. Seeing that the caller was Song Fei's old master Han Shen, I felt a little uneasy in my heart.

Mr. Fu rarely contacted him. What happened?

Pressing the answer button, Yan Jiang just put the phone close to his ear when he heard Fu Hanshen say in a very heavy tone: "Yan Jiang, something happened to Song Fei."

Yan Jiang's pupils trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded calm. If you listen carefully, you will be able to hear the slightest trembling.

"Yesterday, a group of infected people were found in Limeide District. Their reactions after infection were somewhat different from other patients. I arranged for Song Fei to go there to collect the blood of the infected people and come back for research. I didn't expect that there There was an explosion suddenly, and several buildings were directly blown up, and the clinic Song Fei went to has been bombed into rubble."

What else Fu Hanshen said, Yan Jiang could not hear.

His head was buzzing all the time.

There was only one thought in his head—

How could Song Fei die!

How dare she die!

How could she die?

"Hey, Yan Jiang, are you still listening?" On the other end, Fu Hanshen's voice began to choked.

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

That smile made Fu Hanshen shudder. "Yan Jiang" how could he laugh?

Yan Jiang said to himself, "Mr. Fu, stop joking. I'll buy some fish balls and spinach later. Song Fei promised to eat hot pot with me tonight. If you're free tonight, come with me and come back secretly. , don't let other colleagues know."

Jinsasha, which is near the equator, is hot all year round, but when Fu Hanshen heard Yan Jiang's transformation, he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar and was cold all over.

It's over, Yan Jiang is crazy!

"Yan Jiang." Fu Hanshen tried to keep his composure and told him, "You wait in the bureau, I'll drive to pick you up, and let's go to the explosion site together."

Yan Jiang hung up the phone directly.

Fu Hanshen quickly arrived at the gate of the police station. Yan Jiang, dressed in a white suit, stood at the gate of the police station, with a long body and a jade-carved ice sculpture, which was the most beautiful scenery in Kinshasa.

Fu Hanshen sat in the car and looked at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang was speaking with a colleague. When speaking, a faint smile appeared on his cheeks, which was charming and ruffian. Staring at Yan Jiang's smiling face, Fu Han's heart froze.

Fu Han pressed the horn deeply.

Yan Jiang tilted his head and saw Fu Hanshen, the brilliance in his eyes solidified slightly. "Mr. Fu." He greeted him with a smile and got into the car.

Fu Han endured the heartache and reminded him in a deep voice: "Fast your seat belts, let's go to the Limeide area."

Yan Jiang obediently fastened his seat belt.

Along the way, Yan Jiang was very quiet, even playing on his mobile phone. Fu Hanshen squeezed the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, trying to stop the car several times, and wanted to grab Yan Jiang's shoulder to wake him up.

People who pretend to be asleep are the saddest people.

Finally, they reached the Limeide area. A long way away, Fu Hanshen saw the people on the street who were disgraced and covered in blood, hugging their heads and crying.

In the distance, the building that was blown up by the bomb was in ruins.

Fu Hanshen didn't have the courage to go further.

He stopped the car, raised his hand tremblingly to cover his face, and choked: "Just ahead."

Staring at the ruins ahead, Yan Jiang's calm expression gradually became serious. His chest heaved a little violently, and he felt short of breath.

"She'll be fine." Yan Jiang comforted himself: "Back then, when the entire city of Bijiang collapsed, I dug her out, and this time, she won't die either!"

Yan Jiang unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Everyone else was fleeing the scene of the war zone, and only he was walking against the current alone.

The ruins in front of him are still dusty. As soon as Yan Jiang approached the ruins, he coughed out. His eyes were sore and red from coughing, but he straightened up and went deep into the center of the ruins.

In the ruins, there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and he also saw some corpses. Someone was not dead yet, grabbed Yan Jiang's calf and spoke the local language: "Save me!"

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

He stood up and walked forward. The wounded all over the floor were struggling in pain. He didn't look sideways and walked towards the clinic.

The clinic had been bombed into ruins, and the corpses on the ground could not be identified. Yan Jiang rummaged there and shouted. "Song Fei!"

"A Fei!"

"Where are you?"

No one answered him.

Yan Jiang's legs began to tremble, and he stumbled to find the corpses, this is not, this is not

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

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

The clothes Yan Jiang recognized, Song Fei was wearing this T-shirt when she went out this morning.

Song Fei was dead and her body was incomplete.

Yan Jiang's world collapsed in an instant. With a mournful cry, Yan Jiang's throat was torn open: "Song Fei!"

Fu Hanshen ran over through the dust, and when he heard the heart-piercing scream, he was stunned, and his scalp was numb. Fu Hanshen just stood there, staring at the scene in front of him in shock.

Heart is breaking. -

China.

International headline news: [An explosion occurred in Limeide, the capital of country J, causing countless casualties. Ms. Song Fei, an expert on virus research in Africa aided by my country in country J, unfortunately died]

This piece of news is just one of many news, and it did not cause any splash at all. But a hidden hand controls public opinion and traffic, quietly pushing this topic to the front page of Sina Weibo.

On this day, Zheng Suyue, the young lady of the Zheng family from a scholarly family, invited Song Ci to attend her birthday party. This woman named Zheng Suyue was the lady who met Song Ci and Han Zhan at the old lady Cheng's birthday party.

Zheng Suyue is a good friend with Song Ci. Song Ci's wedding also invited Zheng Suyue. She also gave Song Ci an expensive wedding gift at that time.

After receiving Zheng Suyue's birthday invitation, Song Ci naturally wanted to go.

At the wedding of Song Ci and Han Zhan a few days ago, only the closest family and friends were entertained. At the wedding banquet, Zheng Suyue and the others saw Mo Yao, Shen Yubei, Di Rongrong, and diplomat Jin Luolan, all sitting on the groom's family table, and they knew that Han Zhan was not as ordinary as he looked.

Just kidding, can ordinary people be family members with the richest man in Asia, an international singer, and a famous female diplomat?

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

We are all human beings and know what to say and what not to say. Therefore, several days have passed since the wedding, and there is no rumor about what I saw and heard at the wedding scene.

Except for the closest friends, no one knows that Brother Han of Song Ci's family is a big guy!

Since getting married, Song Ci has rarely made public appearances. It has been more than a month since she last attended the birthday party of the old lady of the Cheng family.

Those who didn't know it thought that Song Ci married an ordinary man and lived a trivial life of chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea.

Everyone is curious, what kind of attitude is the first lady in the past.

As soon as Song Ci appeared, he was noticed. "Song Ci is here." With a soft cry, many people turned their heads and looked at the gate.

Song Ci approached the living room of the Zheng family. She was wearing a water pink tube top and mermaid evening dress with long hair in a bun, revealing her forehead and beautiful cheeks.

Song Ci only wore a pair of diamond earrings all over her body, her slender and graceful neck was clean, her prominent collarbone was sexy, and her swaying slender waist was enchanting.

She is radiant and radiant, with peerless elegance, eclipsed all the beauties in the audience.

Seeing this, a beautiful woman curled her lips and muttered sourly, "Why is she still so good-looking? Don't they say that married women will be wasted by the trivialities of life?" Why did this rule come to Song Ci, doesn't work?

After the woman muttered, she was shocked to hear Song Ci's voice ringing in front of her: "Wen Shu, what are you saying bad about me?"

Wen Shu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head in astonishment, looking at Song Ci who was beside him with beautiful eyes, embarrassed cheeks flushed.

Song Ci suddenly approached Wen Shu, put it next to her ear and said, "Wrong, marriage will not make you ugly, and love will nourish people and make them more beautiful and moving."

Song porcelain deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "nourishing".

Wen Shu thought of the funny things among the adults, and his face turned even redder, "You, why are you still so unreasonable?"

Song Ci spread her hands and made a helpless expression, "There's no way, these days, serious women are no longer popular."

"shameless!"

Song Ci knew that Wen Shu had no bad intentions, so she stopped teasing her and turned to find Zheng Suyue.

She chose a pair of suet jade earrings for Zheng Suyue as a birthday present.

Influenced by her family, Zheng Suyue does not like gold and diamonds, but only loves jade. Zheng Suyue was very happy to receive the gift from Song Ci, and immediately took off her pair of jasper earrings and put on the gift from Song Ci.

"Song Song, have you read today's Weibo?"

"No, I've been busy all the time, and I don't have time." Liang Bo participated in a popular singing PK program and invited Song Ci to play for her live in the studio today.

Song Ci went, not wanting to expose the vest, and put on a mask.

It was afternoon after recording the show. She had a meal with Liang Bo and went home to put on makeup and change her dress. So far, I haven't swiped Weibo yet.

Hearing Zheng Suyue asking about this, Song Ci opened the dinner bag and asked, "What happened on Weibo?"

Zheng Suyue looked at her actions and hesitated to speak, she wanted to say but she didn't dare.

Seeing her expression, Song Ci frowned, "What, does it have something to do with me?"

Zheng Suyue said, "Your sister Song Fei, is she going to aid Africa to study the virus?"

Song Ci never expected that Zheng Suyue would mention Song Fei.

She felt a little uneasy, and said hurriedly: "Yes, she went with Yan Jiang. What's the matter? Something happened over there?"

Zheng Suyue's expression also became serious, she couldn't bear to tell Song Ci the truth, and reminded her politely: "Song Song, you should read Weibo by yourself."

Song Ci's eyelids jumped wildly.

When she opened Weibo, she saw a topic #J Country Capital Explosion# on the hot search on Weibo, and the word 'boiling' was marked behind this topic.

She forced herself to calm down and opened the topic, and saw the most popular report——

International headlines: [An explosion occurred in Limeide, the capital of country J, causing countless casualties. Ms. Song Fei, an expert on virus research in Africa aided by my country in country J, unfortunately died]

When she saw the words "Ms. Song, virus expert", Song Ci's heart tightened abruptly. "How come?" Song Ci's phone was a little unsteady.

Zheng Suyue hurriedly supported her waist and whispered softly beside her ear: "Song Song, there is a detailed message about this lady Song in the comment section, you should first see if it is your sister, don't make a mistake. "

Song Ci nodded in a panic, and then opened the message area.

In the comment area, one of the most liked messages wrote:

[It is reported that the deceased virus expert surnamed Song, named Song Fei, was the only disciple of Mr. Fu Hanshen, a virologist in my country, and was 22 years old.

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

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

Under this popular science message, countless netizens knelt down and called the big guy.

Song Ci stared at the long row of popular science information, her mind was blank.

How did that happen?

Song Ci suddenly said, "I'm leaving first, Su Yue, and I'll make an appointment another day."

"it is good."

Song Ci staggered out of the living room of Zheng's house, losing all her manners and demeanor, which attracted many people's attention. After she walked out of Zheng's house, she got into her car.

Seeing her coming out so quickly and her face pale, the driver Asong thought that Song Ci was bullied at the Zheng family, and asked with a slightly fierce expression, "Madam, did someone bully you?"

"No." Song Ci called Asong while calling: "Send me to Zeus!"

"it is good!"

During the call, Song Ci's hands were shaking. She swayed her fingers on the word Song Fei for a long time, then closed her eyes and pressed down hard.

The phone could not be reached, and she was reminded every time that the other party's mobile phone could not be connected. Song Ci's heart gradually fell into the abyss, her hands became colder and colder, and her back was dripping with cold sweat.

She called Yan Jiang again, but the other party's mobile phone was turned off.

No way, Song Ci had to call Fu Hanshen.

The first time, Fu Hanshen didn't answer, and the second time Fu Han finally answered the phone. "Song Ci." Fu Hanshen's tone was sad and heavy, and Song Ci's heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Fu, where is my sister? Why can't she get through on the phone?" Song Ci asked bewilderingly, but didn't dare to ask him: Is the dead person my sister?

Fu Hanshen rubbed his wet eyes, and he seemed to sob before he said, "I'm sorry Song Ci, I'm useless, I lost your sister, I can't take her home!" After that, Fu Hanshen was in The headache on the phone cried.

Song Ci listened in a daze, her heart numb with pain.

After a long while, the phone fell from Song Ci's palm to the bottom of the car. She bit the back of her hand with her teeth and cried silently.

When Ah Song saw Song Ci weeping, he was at a loss for a while. Ah Song was dumb, and didn't know how to comfort Song Ci. He stepped on the accelerator, increased his speed, and ran towards Zeus.

The car stopped at the gate of Zeus, Song Ci got out of the car with red eyes, and looked up to see the tall body standing in front of the Zeus Building.

Song Ci rushed over and rushed into Han Zhan's arms.

"Han Zhan!" Song Ci fell from his arms crying, "Han Zhan, my sister is dead, she is dead!"

Han Zhan held her arm, his calm and mellow voice finally lost his composure and became confused, "Cibao, get up."

"Song Fei is dead!"

"Song Fei doesn't want me anymore!"

"she died"

Song Ci cried heartbroken and almost fainted in Han Zhan's arms.

Han Zhan pulled her strongly and put her in his arms, "Song Ci, calm down, you can't fall!"

Song Ci burst into tears and snot, and couldn't hear what Han Zhan was saying. In the end, she fainted in his arms and lost consciousness.

Han Zhan carried Song Ci back to the office and put her on the cot.

Li Li heard from the secretary that Mrs. Han had fainted and was carried back to the office by Mr. Han. Li Li was worried about Song Ci's body, so he hurriedly came to Han Zhan's office to greet him.

Li Li looked at Song Ci who was unconscious on the bed but with tears on his face, and frowned subconsciously. "Mrs. sister-in-law, what's the matter?"

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

Li Li was shocked. "how come"

"It's true, died in an explosion."

Hearing this, Li Li was stunned.

Looking at Song Ci's tearful face, Li Li couldn't help worrying, "What should Mrs. Sister-in-law do here? She finally waited for her sister to wake up. It was only a few months after the reunion, and Song Fei died."

This is after taking people to heaven, and kicking her back to hell!

Too cruel!

Han Zhan sat irritably on the sofa without saying a word.

Li Li was very worried about Song Ci, and he suggested that Han Zhan should not come to work tomorrow. "You should accompany Mrs.-in-law more. Don't leave her alone, for fear that she won't be able to think about it."

"Naturally." Han Zhan couldn't leave all his work, he said to Li Li, "Long Zhize of the KT consortium will arrive in Wangdong tomorrow morning to visit the Zeus spaceship research and development center. Li Li will entertain him on my behalf. "

"it is good."

After Song Fei died, Song Ci was confused for several days.

On this day, overcast clouds covered the blue sky and white clouds, and the dark sky seemed to fall from the sky at any time, making people breathless.

Song Ci sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked through the chat records between her and Song Fei. Although she no longer shed tears, her expression was haggard.

Han Zhan put a trench coat over her and turned off her phone screen.

Song Porcelain didn't move, like a wooden sculpture.

"Porcelain treasure." Han Zhan held her cold fingers and told her: "Today is the day when the expatriates from country J return to China." Han Zhan saw Song Ci's eyeballs turning a few times, and said, "Song Fei also returned to China. Someday, we have to pick her up."

Song Ci nodded lightly.

"it is good."

Today, a group of reporters came to the airport, and the cameras were all aimed at the exit of the passage.

Ten minutes later, the expatriates from country J will come out. It is said that the ashes of Ms. Song Fei, a virus expert who was killed in the explosion accident in country J, will also arrive today. The reporters all wanted to take pictures of this sad and sad scene.

Song Ci stood with all the family members, quietly and silently looking at the exit. Some of the reporters recognized Song Ci and felt strange.

The sound of footsteps and speeches suddenly came from the passage. Everyone looked up and saw a group of people coming 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 expatriates who had just experienced life and death threats finally showed a reassuring smile.

After laughing, I couldn't help crying.

What is the country?

It is the old father of the 1.4 billion Chinese people. When you encounter a violent storm outside, he is your shelter from the wind. With a country, you will never be left alone.

The family members found their relatives and ran up to hug their relatives one after another. Some were crying and some were cheering. The reporters were busy taking pictures, which was a gratifying picture.

But soon, another group of people appeared, interrupting this peace. It was a group of doctors, the oldest among them was fifty or sixty years old, and the youngest was in his thirties.

The man at the head is Fu Hanshen, the best and most outstanding virus expert in China.

Fu Hanshen held a small black box in his hand.

The reporter hurried forward to interview Fu Hanshen. Fu Hanshen told them a few words and then said, "This is the end of today's interview. We are also very tired and want to go back to rest."

"Mr. Fu, you've worked hard. After returning to China, you should rest for a while." The reporters were all sensible and hurriedly retreated.

Fu Hanshen held Song Fei's ashes and searched the middle of the family area. In the end, he settled on the back of the crowd.

There, stood a woman in a black coat, crying silently.

On the day her parents were buried, Song Ci was also dressed in black and buried them all alone, shovel after shovel. Since that day, black has become the most hated color of Song porcelain.

Song Ci walked out from the back of the crowd. She stood in front of Fu Hanshen, stared at Fu Hanshen's haggard face, and said, "Mr. Fu, thank you for your hard work."

Putting her hands on Song Fei's urn, she touched the cold jar, thinking that Song Fei, who was so proud, had turned into a handful of ashes in this jar, Song Ci was heartbroken.

"Sister, Teacher Fu brought you back to the country. Next, I'll take you home."

Song Fei is dead.

Well, Sister Fei is still alive.

Do you want to give me a monthly pass at the beginning of the month? ? ? ? ? ? ?