Master of comprehension, her scientific research is too good

Without the acquiescence of the hospital, how could someone like Song Xinxi, who looked like a rascal at first glance, be able to enter Song Xinrong's ward.

The dean Shan Jiucheng looked at Fang Zhou kindly, and asked in a gentle tone he had never had before: "Little girl, who are you from the cloud god?"

Not long ago, he received a message from Yunshen, asking him to give the little girl in front of him some convenience.

While he was pleasantly surprised, he was even more curious about how important it was for Yunshen to speak in person.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a trivial matter as letting Song Xinrong's eldest brother into the ward.

For him, the dean, this matter was nothing at all.

Even so, he entered the ward with his own eyes on Song Xinxi.

Yunshen asked him for help for the first time, even though it was a trivial favor, he should pay attention to his attitude.

"She and I are neighbors." Fang Zhou said, after thinking for a long time, he came up with such an excuse.

She lives in the Phoenix Mansion, and among the people she knows, not many live in the Phoenix Mansion, so it is difficult to verify the truth of this sentence.

Shan Jiucheng did not doubt the authenticity of this answer at all.

After holding back, he still asked, "Can the little girl see Yunshen often?"

Fang Zhou nodded: "It's okay."

She can see herself when she looks in the mirror, but she doesn't like to look in the mirror very much, not very often.

Shan Jiucheng's tone was more cautious, "May I ask Yunshen, what kind of person does he look like?"

This question made Fang Zhou stunned.

What kind of person is she?

She really didn't know what to say.

Shan Jiucheng mistakenly thought that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, fearing that the little girl would go back and complain to Yunshen, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay if you don't want to say it, I'm just curious, just ask."

"She likes to be quiet," Fang Zhou said.

Shan Jiucheng nodded hastily: "I understand, I understand, if nothing happens, I will never disturb Yunshen, the little girl can tell Yunshen what I mean."

Fang Zhou nodded, no need to tell, she already knew.

While talking with Shan Jiucheng, she kept releasing a ray of mental energy to listen to what was going on in Song Xinrong's ward.

As she expected, Song Xinxi really revealed the truth of what happened back then.

In Song Xinrong's ward, Song Xinxi looked at Song Xinrong with a dark face.

"I can't even eat. I just want you to give me 20. Why don't you give it. It's only 20. You can pay more than that for a bag."

When Song Xinxi mentioned the excitement, she stretched out her fingers and made a "two".

Song Xinrong almost didn't come up in one breath, "I said, I can't give it to you now."

Now, when she moves a finger, her whole body hurts.

20 is not a small amount, she doesn't want to give it now.

For Song Xinxi, she almost lost her life, but when Song Xinxi came to visit her, she asked for money.

For the first time in so many years, Song Xinrong felt chilling.

"Do you not want to give me any more money?" Song Xinxi asked with a strange tone in her voice.

Song Xinrong was taken aback for a moment, and when he met Song Xinxi's cold eyes, a sense of fear rose in his heart.

"I... I didn't say no to you..."

Before Song Xinrong finished speaking, Song Xinxi said, "Then give me the money quickly!"

On his face, he finally put away all the camouflage, revealing a hint of ferocity.

"I can give you [-] first." Song Xinrong still compromised.

"No, 20, you must give it to me immediately." Song Xinxi insisted.

Seeing him like this, Song Xinrong's mind flashed, and anger appeared in his eyes: "Song Xinxi, are you going to gamble again?"

Asking for money in such a hurry, asking for 20 yuan, she had to suspect that Song Xinxi was doing it to pay off her gambling debts.

Song Xinxi dodged her eyes for a moment, then straightened her chest and neck and said, "I didn't!"

There was something Song Xinrong didn't understand, and her breath was stuck in her chest, choking her so much that she coughed.

Song Xinxi didn't care about her. Thinking of the threats to him from those people, she felt ruthless and said, "If you don't give me money, I'll tell you what you did back then."

"No one will believe your nonsense." Song Xinrong spoke with difficulty, his heart sinking into an ice pool.

"At noon tomorrow at the latest, I must get 20, or I will use this secret to pay back the money. I heard that your niece is back."

After Song Xinxi finished speaking, she didn't care about Song Xinrong, and turned her head to leave, full of hostility.

Fang Jiaming stood at the door, his whole body was cold.

He is a very smart person, otherwise he would not have been admitted to Yunhua University as a postgraduate student at the School of Aviation.

From Song Xinxi's words, he had guessed something.

He never thought that back then, there were some "truths" that were buried.

Song Xinrong was panting heavily, the instrument finally couldn't hold on anymore and sounded an alarm.

Doctors and nurses rushed over, and Fang Jiaming was squeezed into a corner.

Outside the hospital, Song Xinxi just came out when she was dragged into a dark alley by a group of fierce and strong men.

"Where's the money?" The man with a large burn on half of his face asked in a vicious voice.

Song Xinxi looked cowardly, and flattered her, "Brother Cheng, please give me another day, and I will definitely give you the money tomorrow evening."

Zhang Cheng slapped him on the face and scolded: "You son of a bitch, I want money today!"

After finishing speaking, he took two steps back, and said to the men around him: "Brothers, let him remember, the money I Zhang Cheng owes is not so easy to default on."

After a burst of punching and kicking, Song Xinxi collapsed on the ground, looking at Zhang Cheng in horror.

Zhang Cheng spit on his face and said, "When will the money be paid back?"

"I'll call now!" Song Xinxi said, crawling towards the phone that had been thrown aside.

Find Fang Zhou's phone number copied from Song Xinrong, and dial it.

Fang Zhou was walking out of the hospital. In order to avoid trouble, she wore a peaked cap and a mask.

Even so, her slender and perfect figure still makes many people can't help but look back.

When receiving a call from a stranger, Fang Zhou knew who it was, and kept silent, waiting for Song Xinxi to speak first.

"Is it Fang Zhou? I'm Uncle Tiantian." Song Xinxi said, every time he said a word, the wound on his face made him grin his teeth.

"What's the matter?" Fang Zhou asked, and walked towards the alley following the sound.

Song Xinxi covered her phone and said in a low voice, "It was not an accident that Lu Yunjiao had a difficult labor back then, but man-made. Do you want evidence?"

After finishing speaking, he was kicked by Zhang Cheng and scolded: "What the hell are you covering!"

Song Xinxi wailed in pain, took his hand away, and couldn't wait for Fang Zhou to answer, and said again: "Fang Zhiyuan's car accident was also man-made, I have evidence, 50!"

Fang Zhou stood at the corner of the alley, and said in a deep voice, "There is no evidence for what you say."

When she said this, Zhang Cheng just snatched Song Xinxi's cell phone and turned on the speakerphone.

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