Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

On the way home, Song Ci said nothing, wiping tears secretly. Passing by an industrial and commercial bank, Song Ci thought of something, and quickly said to Long Yu, "Brother Long, pull over and stop the car."

Hearing this, Long Yu hurriedly stopped the car.

Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "What are you going to do?"

Song Ci took out her wallet from her handbag and said, "I remembered that my mother gave me a card as a dowry on the day of my wedding. I'll check it out."

"I'll accompany you."

The two came to the ATM, Song Ci inserted the card, entered the password, and chose to check the balance.

18888888.00.

One thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand whole.

Song Ci stared blankly at the long row of numbers and remembered one thing.

She vaguely remembered that at the birthday banquet of her 20th birthday, someone asked Du Tingting with a smile, how much dowry she would prepare for her daughter's marriage when she had such a beautiful and excellent daughter.

At that time, Du Tingting said: "I love both daughters equally, and I will give them 18.88 million. Even if the marriage is not happy in the future and there is a dowry, they can divorce if they want, and they don't have to worry about no way out. "

Du Tingting is just a dowry lady, everyone will not be surprised that she can spend 18,880,000 yuan as a dowry for her own daughter. But Song Ci was only an adopted daughter, but they did not believe that Du Tingting would be so generous to her adopted daughter.

So when they heard this, everyone just laughed. Even Song Ci himself didn't take it seriously.

When Song Ci married Cheng Ziang in the previous life, Chaoyang Company was in a difficult period of economic turnover, and Du Tingting took out all her savings to Mu Mian. So when Song Ci got married, Du Tingting only gave her a dowry of 2 million.

In this life, when Song Ci got married, the Mu family had not yet fallen into an economic crisis, and Du Tingting was still keeping her small treasury. Although Song Ci only married an 'ordinary person', Du Tingting still gave her 18.88 million!

Not to show face, nor to please Song Ci's husband's family, but only for Song Ci's future marriage life, so that she can speak more confidently.

Every word Du Tingting said to Song Ci was sincere. Song Ci looked at the row of numbers, she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, and stood in front of the ATM, crying bitterly.

Han Zhan did not expect that there would be so much money in the dowry bank card that Du Tingting prepared for Song Ci. He was a little surprised, and at the same time, he had a little more respect for the woman Du Tingting. -

Du Tingting's heart merged into Mu Qiu's body, adapting very well to this new body, and there was no obvious rejection reaction. Du Tingting loves her daughter so much, how could she be willing to let Mu Qiu suffer?

After staying in the ICU for a few days, Mu Qiu was finally allowed to be sent to the general ward.

Lying on the bed, Mu Qiu quietly felt the power of the beating heart in his chest. Thinking that this was his mother's heart, Mu Qiu didn't have the slightest joy for the rest of his life.

I don't know if it was influenced by Du Tingting's heart. These days, Mu Qiu couldn't help but reflect on the stupid things he had done recently. The more he thought about it, the more he felt contempt for that sinister and cruel self.

How could she be so vicious?

For her own life, how could she plan to murder the child in her mother's womb? It even nearly killed my mother!

Just because of jealousy and unwillingness, how could she swing a knife at Song Ci and almost kill Song Ci?

Because she was afraid of death and wanted to live, how could she be so cruel to hint that her father would murder Song Fei countless times?

The more he thought about it, the more disappointed Mu Qiu became with himself.

If my mother knew her true face, I'm afraid she would be disappointed.

knock --

Hearing the knock on the door, Mu Qiu stopped thinking and turned to look at the door of the ward.

Mu Qiu was surprised to see that the person was Aunt Zhang who was carrying a large and small bag. Mu Qiu originally thought that after the accident in the Mu family, Aunt Zhang had left to find another family. Suddenly seeing Aunt Zhang, Mu Qiu felt kind, and his eyes were a little sore.

"Aunt Zhang, you haven't left yet?"

Mu Qiu saw from the news that the management of Chaoyang Company has been making a lot of trouble recently. Because Chairman Mu Mian was arrested for a crime, which seriously damaged the company's positive image that took years to build, and the company's stock plummeted, the board of directors held a meeting and unanimously agreed to kick Mu Mian out of the board.

The mother died, the father was detained, and the Mu family was no longer the Mu family it used to be. What is Auntie Zhang doing at home? Picture what?

"Miss." Aunt Zhang put the things down, and she held Mu Qiuku's bone-like fingers, distressed. "Miss, I'll stay and take care of you, okay?"

Mu Qiu smiled bitterly, "Aunt Zhang, you don't have to do this, my mother is dead, and my father has several life debts on his back, I'm afraid he will be sentenced to death"

"This family is gone, why are you staying here?" Mu Qiu said, his eyes reddened. But maybe because there were too many tears that night, no matter how sad I am now, I can't shed any tears.

Aunt Zhang didn't know that in the case of Song Fei's murder, Mu Qiu was not innocent, and she was also a participant behind the scenes. In Aunt Zhang's eyes, Mu Qiu was just a poor little girl who was sick and had just lost her mother.

She has been in the Mu family for more than ten years, and Mu Qiu can be said to be watching and taking care of the raised children. Now that Mu Qiu has just finished the operation, and there is no one around to take care of him, how can Aunt Zhang have the heart to leave Mu Qiu at this time?

"I don't feel relieved that you are alone in the hospital. I will stay to take care of you. When you are discharged from the hospital, I will go to find another job." Aunt Zhang couldn't bear her conscience.

Mu Qiu found warmth in Aunt Zhang.

"Aunt Zhang, my mother." No one had told Mu Qiu about Du Tingting these days, so Mu Qiu had to ask Aunt Zhang, "Where is my mother now?"

Aunt Zhang couldn't help but feel sad when she thought of the tragic ending of his wife. "My wife's kidney was donated to a uremia patient in the Southern Xiangjiang Hospital. All other organs and remains were taken away by the medical school."

Although he had been prepared for a long time, Mu Qiu felt uncomfortable when he heard this.

But she couldn't cry.

Aunt Zhang saw Mu Qiu's ward was deserted, without a bouquet of flowers or half a piece of fruit, so she asked her, "Has no one visited you?"

Mu Qiu shook his head, "Who dares to come to see me now?" A murderer's daughter, who would dare to be her friend?

Aunt Zhang couldn't help but feel sad and sighed, "Before the Mu family's accident, there were countless friends around Miss. Why did everyone cut off contact with you when something happened? These people are too indifferent."

"How normal." Mu Qiu smiled lightly and said, "If it was me, I would also stay away from the murderer's daughter."

"What about Miss Song? Didn't Miss Song come to see you?" Aunt Zhang complained a bit, feeling that Song Ci was too cruel.

Even if Mr. Mu almost killed her sister, the lady and the young lady had nothing against her. She really broke the relationship with the Mu family cleanly. Aunt Zhang was very unhappy and felt worthless for Du Tingting.

Mu Qiu shook his head. "No, it's better if she doesn't come. When she comes, I don't know how to deal with it."

Mu Qiu had no face to face Song Ci, not only because of what Mu Mian did to Song Fei, but also because he had hated Song Ci.

Hearing this, Aunt Zhang was about to cry. She wiped away her tears and comforted Mu Qiu: "It's alright, I'll accompany Miss!"

When it was lunchtime, Aunt Zhang went downstairs to get some rice, planning to buy Mu Qiu chicken soup and broken rice porridge.

Shortly after Aunt Zhang left, the knock on the door rang again.

Mu Qiu silently turned back and looked at the door of the ward. The door was pushed open, and a tall and straight man walked in with a handful of yellow roses in his arms.

After not seeing him for many days, Cheng Yanmo's aura of indifference, which is thousands of miles away, seems to have grown stronger.

Mu Qiu looked at Cheng Yanmo, his heart seemed to be suddenly pinched by a hand, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Mo!" She almost blurted out to call out Brother Mo, but when she thought of Cheng Yanmo's indifference and avoidance during this period of time, Mu Qiu guessed Cheng Yanmo's intentions.

She changed her mouth and shouted, "Master Cheng."

Cheng Yanmo stood at the entrance and looked at her quietly.

Mu Qiu, who had just undergone the operation, had not developed a bit of blood on his face yet, and looked blank. In the past, the pair of smart and dusty eyes also dimmed, and they were lifeless and gray.

She is so easy to pity her.

Cheng Yanmo suppressed the love and affection he had for Mu Qiu, he strode over, and put the yellow rose on Mu Qiu's bedside table.

The empty house was decorated with a few bouquets of yellow roses, which suddenly became popular.

Mu Qiu lightly sniffed the delicate fragrance of yellow roses, and praised: "It's so fragrant."

Cheng Yanmo sat down on the sofa and stared at Mu Qiu quietly. After entering the room, he didn't say a word. Mu Qiu was uneasy when he looked at him, and she avoided looking at Cheng Yanmo.

Cheng Yanmo seemed to be talking to himself and said to himself, "I've been thinking a lot these days."

Guessing what Cheng Yanmo was thinking these days, Mu Qiu asked, "Then Master Cheng came up with the answer?"

Cheng Yanmo's eyes seemed complicated. He looked at Mu Qiu's thin body, and when he thought of Mu Qiu's smiling face beside him, and the way she hid in his arms and cried softly to brother Mo, he felt uncomfortable.

"I figured it out." His voice was deep.

Mu Qiu: "I want to know your answer."

Cheng Yanmo suddenly stood up, his tall and strong body blocked the sunlight outside the window, and also took away a ray of light in Mu Qiu's life.

Coming to Mu Qiu's bedside, Cheng Yanmo suddenly bent down and kissed Mu Qiu's forehead.

Being kissed affectionately by Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu was like a sinner waiting to be sentenced. He was so nervous that he grabbed the sheets with both hands and did not dare to look at Cheng Yanmo.

Cheng Yanmo's kiss separated just a little bit, like a little bit of water.

"Mu Qiu." Cheng Yanmo said, "Wangdong Cheng's family is a century-old family. Every head of the family has made some mistakes more or less, but they all guard the Cheng family very well, and the Chuandong Group guards the family. very good."

The throat twitched, and Cheng Yanmo stopped.

He stared at Mu Qiu's face that had lost the last bit of rosy color, resisted the heartache, and said as calmly as possible: "The mistress of the Cheng family can be an ordinary woman, a strong woman, or a teacher and a teacher. Female star, but she can't be the daughter of a murderer."

Mu Qiu had a thick neck and swallowed all the grievances back into his stomach.

"Xiaoqiu, I can't continue to meet you. The reputation, interests and status of the Cheng family and the Chuandong Group cannot be destroyed in my hands."

"sorry."

Cheng Yanmo straightened up, and when he turned around, Mu Qiu held his wrist. Cheng Yanmo didn't look back, he heard Mu Qiu ask cautiously, "Brother Mo, don't you want me?"

Cheng Yanmo struggled inwardly, but finally turned around. His eyes touched Mu Qiu's tearful eyes, and Cheng Yanmo's heart throbbed.

He ruthlessly brushed off Mu Qiu's hand, looked at the floor and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Mo can't want you." Cheng Yanmo left the ward as if there were wolves and tigers behind him.

After leaving the ward, Cheng Yanmo slowed down.

He walked to the elevator step by step, and in his mind, the different previous life he saw appeared over and over again.

Mu Qiu did do a lot of ruthless things in order to survive, but she was deeply in love with Cheng Yanmo. The two were married for eight years, and they were deeply in love, and quarrels rarely happened.

She is the mother of his two children, and the wife who had shielded him from the knife in the face of danger. How could he not love her?

But he can't love it.

The Cheng family and the Chuandong Group cannot be destroyed in his hands again.

Cheng Yanmo walked into the elevator and met other people's curious eyes. He then raised his hand and touched his face after realizing it. Surprisingly, he could cry too, for a woman. -

Auntie Zhang returned to the ward with the food, and just as she walked to the door of the ward, she heard Mu Qiu's suppressed cries. So aggrieved and sad, it is heartbreaking to hear.

Auntie Zhang stood at the door and waited until Mu Qiu was tired from crying and stopped. Then she pretended not to hear anything and walked into the ward.

Aunt Zhang was a little surprised to see the bunch of yellow roses on the bedside table. While arranging the tableware, she asked Mu Qiu, "Who came here and gave me flowers. Yellow roses are pretty good looking."

Mu Qiu stared at the bunch of yellow roses, you see it is so beautiful, but its flower language is 'Apologize for love'. "Aunt Zhang, throw it away."

Aunt Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously said, "No, this flower is very beautiful. It's a pity to lose it."

Mu Qiu: "Forget it, I don't like yellow roses."

"Okay." Seeing that Mu Qiu was in a bad mood, Aunt Zhang took the yellow rose out and felt it was a pity to lose it, so she gave the rose to the nurses at the nurse's desk.

The nurses were very happy to receive the flowers, and hurriedly took out the roses and inserted them into the folder. -

This day was the day Song Fei was discharged from the hospital. Han Zhan was going to work, so Song Ci went to the hospital alone to pick up Song Fei for discharge.

Song Ci could never let go of the fact that Song Fei and Han Zhan had joined forces to deceive herself. When she arrived at the ward and saw Song Fei, Song Ci directly regarded her as air.

Song Ci didn't speak, but silently helped Song Fei pack up. Song Fei didn't have many things, so she quickly packed up.

Song Fei leaned against the wall, wrapped her arms around her hands, and stared at Song Ci who made a big noise on purpose. She was a little helpless and didn't know how to apologize to Song Ci.

When Song Ci had packed everything up and was about to leave with her bag, Song Fei reached out and grabbed the angry Song Ci.

Song Ci turned around and sneered at Song Fei: "My coat is a famous brand. It costs 20,000 to 30,000 pieces. If it breaks, can you afford to pay for the broken wages?"

"Oh, I forgot that you're penniless now."

Facing Song Ci's ridicule, Song Fei was not angry. She shook the corner of Song Ci's coat and apologized to her in a low voice: "Song Ci, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

It is indeed rare for Song Fei to apologize.

But Song Ci was really strong this time and didn't plan to forgive Song Fei easily. "Don't, I can't bear the apology from the talented girl, I deserve it, I'm stupid, I'm stupid, I'm cowardly, I deserve to be deceived by you."

Song Fei felt a big head. "How can you forgive me?"

Coaxing my sister or something is really troublesome.

But there was no way, there was only one younger sister, Song Fei had to make an offering.

Song Ci: "Don't, I don't deserve your apology, how can I be." She was yin and yang, and every word in her words had a needle in it, and the person who poked it hurts everywhere.

Song Fei's teeth were sour.

She gave up the Huairou policy, pulled Song Ci into her arms rudely, and pressed Song Ci's head on her shoulder, not allowing her to struggle and move.

Where is Song Ci willing to obey, she moved and twisted in Song Fei's arms, and she shouted: "What are you holding me, treat me like a child? Thinking that if you hug me, I will not be angry? I tell you Song Fei , I'm an adult in my twenties, I don't eat your way!"

Song Fei could only play bitter scenes. "Don't move, I'm weak."

Song Ci muttered a few words, but did not move.

When Song Ci calmed down, Song Fei told her, "Song Ci, when my heart was poached in my life, I was conscious."

"What did you say?" Song Ci was dumbfounded.

Song Fei: "I said, I was conscious all these years in a coma. I know what you said and what you did to me. I remember the memories of the last life, just like you."

"When Mu Mian poached my heart, he thought I was in a vegetative state, and he didn't even give me an anesthetic. Song Ci, my heart was poached alive, and I clearly felt the pain of the heart being separated from the body."

"Vengeance on Mu Mian is not your business, but mine." Song Fei stroked Song Ci's hair, and when she heard Song Ci's breathless voice, she added, "You are my younger sister, my parents since I was a child. Just told me to protect my sister."

"I don't protect you, who protects you?"

"Song Ci, I'm my elder sister. I should do the dangerous things. You can just continue to be your idiot." Men are masculine, and Song Fei is also feminine.

She has been a sister since she was a child, and is used to protecting the people around her.

Song Fei's words made Song Ci both angry and funny. "Bum, I'm not stupid." She pushed Song Fei away and turned her back to wipe her tears.

Song Fei knew that Song Ci was relieved.

The sound of leather shoes moving from far to near, and finally walked into the ward where Song Fei was.

Song Fei raised her head and saw Yan Jiang. He was wearing a camel-colored trench coat, his belt outlined a thin waist, his face was much sharper, and he wore a pair of swanky chain glasses.

Behind the lens, in the two slender pupils, the eyes are as dark as the abyss. Being stared at by Yan Jiang, Song Fei had the illusion of being attracted by wild animals.

"What are you doing here?" Song Fei said calmly, thinking she could hold the scene.

Yan Jiang kept silent, strode over, picked up the luggage on the hospital bed, grabbed Song Fei's hand and walked out.

Song Fei felt very shameless, she wanted to get rid of Yan Jiang's hand. "Walk well, do whatever you want with me, I will walk by myself."

Yan Jiang suddenly glanced over, his eyes revealing a trace of danger. "You won't go back with me?" He said coldly.

Song Fei: "What's the matter with us, I have to go back with you?" She was always under the control of Yan Jiang these days, Song Fei was a little impatient, and her words were a little rushed.

Yan Jiang suddenly laughed. "What's our relationship?"

As soon as Yan Jiang let go, the luggage fell directly from his hand to the ground. He stepped in front of Song Fei, put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and bit her lips.

That kiss was fierce and ruthless, like a wolf cub.

Hearing the movement, Song Ci looked back and saw Yan Jiang, who was wild and A, and her brows twitched wildly.

Damn, this guy is so daring!

Realizing that this place was about to become an Asura field, Song Ci hurriedly slipped out without a word.

Song Ci left, Song Fei pushed Yan Jiang hard, but it didn't work. Song Fei's heart was ruthless, and she directly took a bite on Yan Jiang's mouth.

"hiss!"

Only then did Yan Jiang let go of her.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei with a non-warm look, and he suddenly laughed. "You were reluctant to kill me before, but now you are willing to bite me."

Hearing Yan Jiang's accusation, Song Fei felt a little guilty. She was about to apologize when Yan Jiang suddenly grabbed Song Fei's wrist, pulled her over, and threw her onto the hospital bed.

Song Fei fell, and Yan Jiang bullied her and pressed her over. He put his palm against Song Fei's cheek and suddenly approached her face.

Staring at Song Fei's slender face, Yan Jiang seemed stunned, and murmured: "If you belong to me completely, then you will obediently accompany me, and never say that if you leave me, you will lose. drop me?"

Hearing this, Song Fei was stunned.

Yan Jiang woke up like a daigo. He said, "Yes, you are mine, you are mine from the beginning, and when you belong to me completely, you will no longer play suspended animation and leave me."

Yan Jiang blocked Song Fei's mouth again.

Song Fei woke up and wanted to push Yan Jiang away. But she has been in a vegetative state for eight years, and her physical fitness is no match for Yan Jiang.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Song Fei was a little anxious. She scolded Yan Jiang: "Idiot! Are you crazy? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

If Yan Jiang didn't hear it, he started kissing her neck.

Realizing that Yan Jiang's current state was a little dazed, Song Fei suddenly said, "A Jiang, I have a headache"

Yan Jiang suddenly lay on top of her and didn't move.

He stood up and looked down at Song Fei condescendingly. After a while, he said, "I'll take you for an examination."

Seeing that his eyes were much clearer, Song Fei hurriedly sat up and sorted her clothes. "It's not very painful. I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. Take me home."

Yan Jiang was taken aback.

take her home

Song Fei took Yan Jiang's hand and said to him, "The beds in this hospital are so hard, the smell of disinfectant is particularly unpleasant, the food is not delicious, and it is not convenient to take a shower."

After complaining about a lot of the hospital's shortcomings, Song Fei said to Yan Jiang, "Take me home, I want to eat the lean meat porridge you cooked."

Yan Jiang's restless heart gradually recovered under Song Fei's comfort.

"it is good."

Yan Jiang was holding something in one hand and holding Song Fei's hand tightly with the other.

Song Fei followed Yan Jiang out of the ward. She looked up at Yan Jiang's sharp profile and suddenly felt distressed. She knew that there was something wrong with Yan Jiang's mental state.

She is the culprit.

Song Ci hid in the ward next door, and when she saw Yan Jiang and Song Fei leaving hand in hand, she felt that this world was really fantastic. Who would have thought that an arrogant and arrogant woman like Song Fei could be subdued by Yan Jiang.

Staring at Yan Jiang's much thinner back, Song Ci felt uncomfortable for him and happy for him. He is also considered a beautiful woman, right?

I heard that Song Fei was discharged from the hospital today, and the reporters rushed to hear the wind. They all wanted to block Song Fei at the hospital entrance and interview her. She is now a virus expert who is concerned by people all over the country, and no one wants to miss this opportunity to report.

After waiting for a while, they saw Song Fei come out.

only

Is the man holding the talented girl Song Fei Yan Jiang? The Yan Jiang who announced his retirement from the film industry with a high profile two months ago, and then disappeared?

Wait, how did these two get together?

Finding the reporter, Song Fei subconsciously shook Yan Jiang's hand and said to him, "Go to the car and wait."

Yan Jiang would not let her go even if he died.

"What are you afraid of, I didn't kill anyone and set fire to it, so I'm so shameless?" After speaking, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Song Fei thoughtfully.

Song Fei: "See what I do?"

Yan Jiang asked her gloomily: "Do you think I'm useless and unworthy of you, and don't want people to find out about our relationship?"

What's our relationship?

We obviously have nothing to do with each other!

But seeing Yan Jiang's dangerous and cold eyes, Song Fei had no choice but to appease him: "It's not this, I think you are a star. Even if you die, your popularity is still the same. I'm afraid our affairs will affect you. Your fans will be heartbroken."

Yan Jiang: "What's this, we will go to bed in the future, we will have a few lovely children, and they will repeatedly break their hearts countless times."

Song Fei: ""

This guy is really daring and fat, incredible.

If it wasn't for Yan Jiang's mental state, Song Fei would slap him to wake him up.

The two were talking and had already walked to the gate of the hospital.

Song Fei was stopped by a bunch of microphones, so she had to stop and put on a cool expression that only a talented girl deserves.

She is a genius, she is arrogant and arrogant, and everyone doesn't think there is anything wrong with her.

"Mr. Song Fei, how is your recovery now?" Everyone respects Song Fei. After all, she is a genius. She is a researcher at the Virus Research Institute at a young age. She deserves their respect.

Hearing this "Mr. Song Fei", Song Fei's ears turned slightly red, but the short hair just covered her ears. Except for Yan Jiang who was standing behind her, no one noticed that the talented girl was shy.

"It's much better, nothing serious." Song Fei's answer was also very brief.

Reporter: "What do you want to say about what Mu Mian's group did?"

Song Fei said solemnly: "It's useless to say what I say, it depends on what the judge says. But I believe that the laws of our country will give them the punishment they deserve."

Seeing that Song Fei closed her mouth, she obviously did not intend to speak any more, and subconsciously asked, "Is that so?"

"Um."

Everyone could see that Teacher Song Fei was rather reticent.

They interviewed Song Fei a few more questions, and finally, they finally focused on the relationship between Song Fei and Yan Jiang. "Mr. Song Fei, do you mind telling us, what is your relationship with Mr. Yan Jiang?"

Just as Song Fei was about to say that they were friends, Yan Jiang raised the hands they held together, and said coolly and justly: "It is a relationship of holding hands now, and it will be a relationship of marriage for a generation in the future."

"Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Song Fei, the woman I like."

After eating a huge melon, the reporters said that the interview was not a loss.

Song Fei felt speechless after following Yan Jiang into the car.

How can there be such a shameless person.

Before she got home, Song Fei received a Weibo link from Song Ci to share.

Song Fei: [? 】

Song Ci: [Click in to see, my sister, you are on fire. 】

Song Fei opened the connection with suspicion, and saw a video with a very horrifying picture—

[Yan Jiang confessed to Song Fei in public, do you agree with CP? 】

Song Fei opened the video and saw the scene that happened at the entrance of the hospital half an hour ago. Looking at this video from the perspective of a bystander, Song Fei felt ashamed, middle 2.

Song Fei put away her phone and said to Yan Jiang, "Congratulations, it's a hot search again."

After finishing speaking, Song Fei tilted her head suspiciously without hearing Yan Jiang's answer, only to see that Yan Jiang was asleep. After he fell asleep, he leaned his head against the backrest of the chair, folded his arms in his arms, and frowned slightly.

These days, Yan Jiang had never slept in earnest, his eyes were blue-gray and full of exhaustion. I don't know what he was dreaming about, and he slept very restlessly.

A Lun noticed that Yan Jiang was asleep, and then he whispered to Song Fei: "Miss Song Fei, you were kidnapped by Mu Mian after you died. Brother Jiang did not close his eyes for five days and five nights. Later It was Song Song who came to see him, he was tired from crying and then fell asleep."

"I found out later that you were still alive. He was so excited that he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep. I was really worried that his body would collapse."

Song Fei looked at Allen without saying a word.

Allen is a little afraid of Song Fei. This girl looks exactly like Song Ci, but her personality is too weird, and her eyes are too cold when looking at people.

Brother Jiang's taste is really strange.

"He hasn't slept for a few days?" Song Fei was most concerned about this.

Alan thought for a while, then said, "It's almost four more days."

Song Fei dragged Yan Jiang's cheek with one hand and put his head on her shoulder. Yan Jiang was still moving when he heard Song Fei say, "It's me, don't move." He suddenly stopped moving like a good baby.

Allen was very pleased to see it.

"Miss Song Fei, I think Brother Jiang." Allen nodded his head, and when Song Fei looked up, he whispered, "There is a mental problem."

Song Fei could also see that, compared to what she thought before, Yan Jiang became much more paranoid and stubborn. "How to say?"

Allen said hesitantly, "When I went to pick up Brother Jiang this morning, I saw him." Thinking of the scene he saw this morning, Allen had lingering fears.

"What happened to him?" Song Fei was aroused by curiosity.

Allen was so cowardly in his heart that he didn't dare to look directly at Song Fei when he answered. "He prepared a big cage at home. Brother Jiang has no pets at home. I think, I think"

Allen 'I think' several times, but he didn't dare to finish his sentence.

He felt that the cage was prepared for Song Fei.

After hearing about this, Song Fei didn't feel that Yan Jiang was afraid, but only felt that she was guilty.

Song Fei didn't expect that Yan Jiang's obsession with herself had gone deep into her bones. She planned to wait for this matter to be over before making a good apology to Yan Jiang. But Yan Jiang has been driven mad by her, and in his current state, it is obvious that he has developed a paranoid personality.

And she is the antidote to his paranoia.

Just apologizing, I'm afraid it won't appease him.

Back home, Song Fei woke Yan Jiang and got out of the car with him. Yan Jiang didn't let Asong come in with him. He led Song Fei into the house and locked the door as soon as he entered the hall.

Hearing the movement of the lock, Song Fei looked back at the door and asked Yan Jiang, "Are you going to lock me up?"

Yan Jiang just gave her a deep look, and then led her luggage upstairs back to the room.

Song Fei noticed that the door of Yan Jiang's fitness room was closed. She glanced upstairs and confirmed that Yan Jiang would not come down in a short time, so she walked to the fitness room and opened the door.

There is really a huge iron cage in the spacious fitness room.

This doesn't work!

Song Fei turned around and went upstairs, finding Yan Jiang in the master bedroom. Yan Jiang was laying the sheets, and there were two pillows on the big bed. Song Fei understood what he meant, and she asked Yan Jiang, "Are you going to bed with me?"

Yan Jiang did not look back.

He bent down and carefully smoothed every fold on the sheets, as if he was stroking his lover's hair.

"A Fei." Yan Jiang stood beside the bed. He pointed to the sheets and asked Song Fei, "What color sheets do you like, I can change them to whatever you like."

Song Fei narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

She kept silent for a while, and the look on Yan Jiang's face suddenly became gloomy. He watched Song Fei closely and asked her, "You don't want to be with me?"

Song Fei pouted, "I'm not with the neuropathy."

"You think I'm insane?"

"Isn't it?" Song Fei pointed to the door and said, "Is that cage downstairs prepared for me? Are you going to lock me up if I'm a little disobedient?"

Yan Jiang didn't say anything, just looked at her like that with stubborn eyes.

Song Fei walked to Yan Jiang and sat down beside the bed.

She looked up at Yan Jiang and said to him, "Yan Jiang, I am not yours."

Yan Jiang: "You are mine."

"I don't belong to you, I don't belong to anyone, I belong to myself." Song Fei told Yan Jiang: "Do you think a lock can lock me? Yan Jiang, let me tell you, if you don't want to stay, you are Lock all the doors and windows, and I can blow a hole and go out. You know in your heart that I have that ability."

Yan Jiang frowned uneasily, thinking about how likely it was.

Song Fei added, "I'm still willing to sit here and talk to you calmly, do you know why?"

Yan Jiang: "Why?"

Song Fei suddenly stretched out her right hand and held Yan Jiang's left. Yan Jiang lowered his head, looked at their clasped hands, and heard Song Fei say, "Because I like you, I won't leave you."

Yan Jiang's pupils trembled a few times. He cautiously asked in disbelief, "What did you just say?"

Song Fei: "I like you, can't you tell?"

Yan Jiang's breathing became heavier.

Song Fei stood up, put her finger on Yan Jiang's lips, and said to him, "If I don't like you, I won't put the antidote on my lips until you come to kiss me."

Yan Jiang remembered that in Kinshasa, they kissed.

There was a sweetness in his heart. "A Fei, you like me." He was delighted, and a touching smile gradually spread on his face.

Song Fei followed Yan Jiang's words. "Yes, I like you."

"Want to fall in love with me?" Song Fei asked suddenly.

Yan Jiang nodded vigorously, "Think!" Thinking that was not enough, he said again: "I want to sleep with you! I want to marry you and have children with you!"

Song Fei resisted the urge to be violent and coaxed Yan Jiang: "If you want to fall in love with me, go to see a psychiatrist. When your mental condition is stable, we will fall in love again."

Yan Jiang suddenly turned cold.

The corners of his mouth pursed, "After saying so much, you just want to trick me into seeing a psychiatrist? Do you think I have a mental problem?"

"You have a mental problem, isn't it obvious?" Song Fei did not continue to obey Yan Jiang, she Song Fei was not the kind of caring little padded jacket by nature.

Yan Jiang was about to turn black and ran wild, and wanted to directly press her to give birth to a child.

At this time, Song Fei suddenly said again: "I don't want my child to have a mentally ill father."

Yan Jiang was stunned.

What did A Fei say? She would like to have a baby with her!

"I'll see a psychiatrist." Staring at Song Fei worriedly, Yan Jiang warned her again, "But you can't leave me." He pressed his forehead against Song Fei's and whispered to her, "Lost you, I'm going crazy."

She believed him.

She had seen how mad he was for her.

"I will not leave you."

Under the persuasion of Song Fei, Yan Jiang agreed to see a psychiatrist.

Song Ci came to Song Fei in private, and saw Song Fei was reading a book of "Psychology and Life", she guessed the reason why Song Fei was reading this book, and asked her: "You and Brother Jiang, how are you doing recently? ?"

Song Fei nodded, "Just like that, he is receiving psychotherapy."

Song Ci was relieved.

She poured herself a cup of tea, and as soon as she held it, she heard Song Fei ask solemnly, "Little idiot, does it hurt for the first time?"

Song Ci sprayed a sip of tea on the coffee table of Yan Jiang's house.