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 purse from her handbag, and she said, "I remember, my mother gave me a card as a dowry on the day of my wedding. I'll check it out."

"I'll be with you."

The two came to the self-service teller machine, Song Ci inserted the card, entered the password, and chose to check the balance.

18888888.00.

One thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand yuan.

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

She vaguely remembered that at the birthday banquet of her 20-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, someone asked Du Tingting with a smile, how much dowry she would prepare for such a beautiful and outstanding daughter in the future.

At that time, Du Tingting said: "I love both daughters the same, and both give 18.88 million. Even if the marriage is not happy in the future and there is a dowry, they will get divorced if they want to divorce. There is no need to worry about no future. "

Du Tingting is just a noble lady who is idle, and she will be able to spend 18.88 million as a dowry for her own daughter. Everyone will not be surprised. But Song Ci is just an adopted daughter, but they don't believe that Du Tingting will be so generous to her adopted daughter.

So when I heard this, everyone just laughed. Even Song Ci herself didn't take this seriously.

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

In this life, when Song Ci got married, the Mu family had not yet fallen into an economic crisis, and Du Tingting also kept her small vault. Although Song Ci married an ‘ordinary person’, Du Tingting still gave her 18.88 million!

Not to show off his face, nor to please Song Ci's in-laws, but to help Song Ci be more confident in his future marriage life.

Every word Du Tingting said to Song Ci is true. Song Ci looked at the row of numbers, she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, and stood in front of the cash machine crying...

Han Zhan didn't 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 Du Tingting.

-

Du Tingting's heart merged into Mu Qiu's body, very adapted to this new body, and there was no obvious rejection reaction. Du Tingting loves her daughter so much, how can he be willing to make Mu Qiu suffer?

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

Lying on the bed, Mu Qiu quietly felt the power of the beating heart in his chest, thinking that it belonged to the mother's heart, Mu Qiu did not have the slightest joy for the rest of his life.

I don't know if it was affected by Du Tingting's heart. These days, Mu Qiu couldn't help but reflect on the confusing things he had done during the recent period. The more I think about it, the more I feel spurned at 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 belly? He even almost killed his mother!

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

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

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

If the mother knew her true face, she would be disappointed.

Knocking——

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

Seeing that the visitor was Aunt Zhang who was carrying a large bag, Mu Qiu was surprised. Mu Qiu originally thought that Aunt Zhang had left the job to find another family after the accident in the Mu family. Suddenly seeing Aunt Zhang, Mu Qiu felt kind and his eyes were a bit sour.

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

Mu Qiu saw from the news that Chaoyang's management has been making a lot of noise recently. The arrest of Chairman Mu Mian for a crime has severely damaged the company's positive and glorious image that it took years to establish. In addition to the company's stock plummet, the board of directors held a meeting and unanimously agreed to kick Mu Mian from the board of directors.

My mother died and my father was detained. The Mu family is no longer the same Mu family. What is Aunt Zhang doing at home? What is the picture?

"Miss." Aunt Zhang put things down, she was holding Mu Qiu's bone-like fingers, distressed. "Miss, I will stay and take care of you, OK?"

Mu Qiu smiled bitterly, "Aunt Zhang, you don't need to do this, my mother is dead, and my father is carrying several life debts. I am afraid that he will be sentenced to death..."

"This house is gone, what are you doing here?" Mu Qiu said, his eyes reddened. But maybe it was because there were too many tears that night, and no matter how sad it was, I couldn't shed tears.

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

She has been in Mu's house 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 to look after him, how can Aunt Zhang bear to leave Mu Qiu at this time?

"You are in the hospital alone. I don't worry. I will stay and take care of you. When you are discharged, I will find another job." Just leaving, Aunt Zhang couldn't bear it.

Mu Qiu found warmth in Aunt Zhang's body.

"Auntie Zhang, my mother..." These days, no one had told Mu Qiu about Du Tingting. Mu Qiu had to ask Auntie Zhang: "Where is my mother now?"

Aunt Zhang felt sad when she thought of the tragic ending of his wife. "Madam's kidney was donated to a patient with uremia in the Southern Xiangjiang Hospital. All other organs and remains were taken away by the medical school..."

Although he had been prepared, Mu Qiu felt uncomfortable when he heard this.

But she couldn't cry.

Seeing Mu Qiu's ward was deserted and deserted, without a bouquet of flowers or half a fruit, Aunt Zhang asked her, "Have no one come to see you?"

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

Aunt Zhang couldn't help feeling sad and sighing, "Before the Mu's family changed, there were countless friends around Miss. Why did everyone break contact with you when something happened? These people are too indifferent..."

"It's normal." Mu Qiu smiled faintly, and said: "If it's me, I will 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 wife and the young lady did not have the slightest problem with 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 would be better if she didn't come, she came, but I don't know how to face it."

Mu Qiu had no face to face Song Ci not only because of what Mu Mian did to Song Fei, but also because of his evil intentions towards Song Ci.

Hearing that, Aunt Zhang was about to cry. She wiped away her tears and relieved Mu Qiu: "It's okay, I'll be with Miss!"

When it was time for lunch, Aunt Zhang went downstairs to have a meal, planning to buy Mu Qiu a chicken soup and broken rice porridge.

Soon after Aunt Zhang left, the knock on the door sounded again.

Mu Qiu silently turned around and looked at the door of the ward. The door was pushed open, and a tall man walked in holding a handful of yellow roses.

After many days of absence, Cheng Yanmo's indifference, which was a thousand miles away, seemed to be stronger.

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

"Mo..." She almost yelled out of Brother Mo, but when she thought of Cheng Yanmo's indifference and avoidance during this time, Mu Qiu guessed Cheng Yanmo's mind.

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

Cheng Yanmo stood in the hallway and looked at her quietly.

Mu Qiu, who had just underwent the operation, had not yet developed a **** expression on his face, and looked at a pale white. The eyes that used to be agile and dusty also dimmed, lifeless and grey.

She is easy to feel sorry for.

Cheng Yanmo suppressed the pity and love he had for Mu Qiu in his heart. He strode over and put the yellow rose on Mu Qiu's bedside table.

In the empty house, a few bunches of yellow roses are dotted, which suddenly adds to the popularity.

Mu Qiu sniffed the fragrance of the yellow rose, and praised: "It smells good."

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 disturbed by him. She dodged her eyes and did not dare to look at Cheng Yanmo.

Cheng Yanmo seemed to be talking to himself, saying, "I think a lot these days."

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

Cheng Yanmo's gaze looked complicated. He looked at Mu Qiu's thin body, thought of Mu Qiu smiling sweetly beside him, and thought of her hiding in his arms and crying out to Brother Mo, and he felt uncomfortable.

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

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

Cheng Yanmo stood up suddenly, his tall and sturdy 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 bed, Cheng Yanmo suddenly bent down and kissed Mu Qiu's forehead.

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

Cheng Yanmo's kiss separates at just one point, like a dragonfly.

"Mu Qiu." Cheng Yanmo said: "Wangdong Cheng family is a century-old family. Every head of the family has made some mistakes more or less, but they have guarded the Cheng family well and protected the Chuandong Group. well."

Cheng Yanmo paused with his Adam's apple moving.

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

Mu Qiu's neck was thick and he swallowed all grievances and unwillingness back into his stomach.

"Xiao Qiu, I can no longer meet with you. The reputation, interests and status of the Cheng family and 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 carefully: "Brother Mo, don't you want me anymore?"

Cheng Yanmo struggled inwardly, and finally turned around. When his eyes touched Mu Qiu's tearful eyes, Cheng Yanmo's heart throbbed solidly.

He cruelly brushed off Mu Qiu's hand, looked at the floor and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Mo can't want you." As if there was a jackal and tiger and leopard behind, Cheng Yanmo left the ward as if running away.

After leaving the ward, Cheng Yanmo slowed down.

He walked to the elevator door step by step, and the different previous life he had seen repeatedly appeared in his mind.

Mu Qiu did a lot of cruel things in order to survive, but she was deeply affectionate for Cheng Yanmo. The two had been married for eight years, and their relationship was deep, and even quarrels were rare.

She is the mother of his two children. She is the wife who fought for him in the face of danger. Why doesn't he love her?

But he can't love it.

The Cheng family and 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 with hindsight. Quite unexpectedly, he would cry too, crying for a woman.

-

Aunt Zhang returned to the ward with a meal. As soon as she walked to the door of the ward, she heard Mu Qiu's suppressed cry. So wronged and sad, it is heartbreaking to hear.

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

Seeing the bunch of yellow roses on the bedside table, Aunt Zhang was a little surprised. While arranging the tableware, she asked Mu Qiu: "Who has been here and sent flowers. The yellow roses are pretty pretty."

Mu Qiu stared at the bunch of yellow roses in a daze. You see it is so beautiful, but its flower language is ‘apologies for love’. "Auntie Zhang, throw it away."

Aunt Zhang was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "No, this flower is pretty, what a shame it was lost."

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

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

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

-

This was the day when Song Fei was discharged from the hospital. Han Zhan was going to work, so Song Ci went to the hospital to take Song Fei out of the hospital.

Song Ci couldn't let go of the fact that Song Fei and Han Zhan had teamed up to deceive herself. When they arrived in the ward, when they saw Song Fei, Song Ci directly regarded her as air.

Song Ci did not speak, but silently helped Song Fei pack things up. Song Fei didn't have a lot of things, and he quickly packed up.

Song Fei leaned against the wall, embracing her hands, staring at Song Ci, who deliberately made a big movement. She was a little helpless and did not know how to apologize to Song Ci.

When Song Ci had packed everything up and was about to leave with his bag, Song Fei then stretched out his hand to hold Song Ci an angry.

Song Ci turned around and sneered at Song Fei: "My coat is a famous brand, twenty to thirty thousand pieces. It is broken. Can you afford to pay for that bad salary?"

"Oh, I forgot that you are now penniless."

Faced with Song Ci's sarcasm, Song Fei was not angry. She shook the corner of Song Ci's coat, and apologized to her, "Song Ci, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

It is indeed rare for her Song Fei to apologize.

But Song Ci is really spine this time and does not intend to forgive Song Fei easily. "Don't, I can't afford the apology of a genius girl. I deserve it. I'm stupid, I'm stupid, I'm timid, I deserve to be deceived by you."

Song Fei felt a big head. "What the **** do you want to forgive me?"

It's really troublesome to coax sister or something.

But there is no way, there is only one younger sister, Song Fei has to offer it.

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, and the person who was poking hurt everywhere.

Song Fei listened with sore teeth.

She gave up the policy of being soft, and directly pulled Song Ci into her arms rudely, and put Song Ci's head on her shoulders, not allowing her to struggle.

Where is Song Ci, she moved and twisted in Song Fei's arms, and she still yelled: "What do you do with me, treat me as a child? I thought I wouldn't be angry if I hugged? Let me tell you Song Fei , I am an adult in my twenties, and I will not eat yours!"

Song Fei can only act in bitter drama. "Don't move, I am weak."

Song Ci murmured a few words, but didn't move any more.

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

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

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

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

"Taking revenge on Mu Mian is not your business alone, but also mine." Song Fei stroked Song Ci's hair, and heard Song Ci's air-conditioning voice, she said again: "You are my sister, father and mother since childhood. Just tell me to protect my sister."

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

"Song Ci, I am my sister. I should do dangerous things. Just continue to be your silly white sweet." Men have machismo, and Song Fei also has feminism.

She has been an older sister since she was a child and is used to protecting those around her.

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

Song Fei knew that Song Ci was relieved.

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

Song Fei looked up and saw Yan Jiang. He wears a camel windbreaker, his belt outlines a thin waist, his face is much sharper, and he wears a pair of gentle chain glasses.

Behind the lens, in the two slender pupils, the eyes are as dark as an abyss. Being stared at by Yan Jiang, Song Fei had the illusion of being looked upon by a beast.

"What are you doing?" Song Fei said calmly, thinking that he would be able to hold the ground.

Yan Jiang silently walked over, picked up the luggage on the hospital bed, took Song Fei's hand and walked out.

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

Yan Jiang glanced over suddenly, his sight revealed a trace of danger. "You won't go back with me?" His tone was cold.

Song Fei: "What is our relationship, I have to go back with you?" Yan Jiang has always been in control these days, Song Fei is a little impatient, and the words are a bit rushing.

Yan Jiang suddenly laughed. "What is our relationship?"

When Yan Jiang let go, the luggage fell directly from his hand to the ground. He stepped in front of Song Fei, hugged her waist directly, lowered his head and bit her lips.

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

Hearing the movement, Song Ci looked back and saw Yan Jiang who was A and wild, and his eyebrows jumped wildly.

Damn, this guy is fat!

Realizing that this place was about to become an asura field, Song Ci hurried out without saying a word.

Song Ci was gone, and Song Fei tried to push Yan Jiang, but he didn't succeed. Song Fei was heartbroken and took a bite directly on Yan Jiang's mouth.

"hiss!"

Yan Jiang just let go of her.

Erasing the blood from the corners of his mouth, Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei with a temperatureless gaze, and he suddenly laughed. "You were reluctant to kill me before, you are willing to bite me now."

Song Fei felt guilty when she heard Yan Jiang's complaint. Just as she was about to apologize, Yan Jiang suddenly grabbed Song Fei by the wrist, pulled her over, and threw her on the hospital bed.

Song Fei fell, and Yan Jiang bullied himself over. His palm was against Song Fei's cheek, and suddenly he leaned close to her face.

Staring at Song Fei’s thin face, Yan Jiang murmured like a demon, "Are you completely mine? You will stay with me obediently, and never say that you leave me, you will be lost." Get off me?"

Hearing this, Song Fei was stunned.

Yan Jiang awakened like a divine enlightenment. He said: "Yes, you are mine. You are mine. When you are completely mine, you won't leave me playing fake death again."

Yan Jiang blocked Song Fei's mouth again, and put his hands under Song Fei's sweater with dishonest hands.

The kisses and the movements of the hands are full of desire.

Song Fei woke up, trying to push Yan Jiang away. But she has been a vegetative for eight years, and how physical is Yan Jiang's opponent.

After trying several times without success, Song Fei was a little anxious. She scolded Yan Jiang: "Idiot! Are you crazy? Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

If Yan Jiang didn't hear it, he began to kiss her neck.

Realizing that Yan Jiang's current state is a bit dazed, Song Fei suddenly said: "A Jiang, I have a headache..."

Yan Jiang suddenly lay motionless on her body.

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

Song Fei saw that his eyes became clearer, so she quickly sat up and sorted her clothes. "It's not very painful. I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. You can take me home."

Yan Jiang was taken aback.

Take her home...

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

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

Yan Jiang's uneasy heart gradually recovered his calm under Song Fei's comfort.

"it is good."

Yan Jiang held things in one hand and Song Fei's hand in the other, pulling tightly.

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 a problem with Yan Jiang's mental state.

She is the culprit.

Song Ci hid in the next ward, seeing Yan Jiang and Song Fei holding hands and leaving, she felt that the world was truly illusory. Who would have thought that an arrogant and arrogant woman like Song Fei could be subdued by Yan Jiang.

Staring at Yan Jiang's thinner back, Song Ci was uncomfortable for him, and also happy for him. Isn't he returning home with a beautiful woman?

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

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

just...

Is the man holding the genius girl Song Fei Yan Jiang? That Yan Jiang, who announced his extinction from the shadow circle two months ago in a high-profile manner, then disappeared?

Wait, how come these two people get together?

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

Yan Jiang did not let go of her when he died.

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

Song Fei: "Look at what I do?"

Yan Jiang asked her in a gloomy tone: "Do you think I am useless and not worthy of you, and don't want people to discover our relationship?"

What is our relationship?

We obviously have nothing to do with it!

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 celebrity. Even if you lose your shadow, your popularity will remain the same. I'm afraid our business will affect you. Your fans will be heartbroken."

Yan Jiang: "What is this? We will go to bed in the future and have a few lovely children. They will be heartbroken countless times."

Song Fei: "..."

This guy is really courageous, it's incredible.

If it were not for Yan Jiang's mental state, Song Fei could slap him up.

The two talked, and they had reached the gate of the hospital.

Song Fei was stopped by a bunch of microphones, so she had to stop, holding a cool expression that a genius girl was worthy of.

She is a genius, she is arrogant and arrogant, and everyone does not think there is anything wrong.

"Teacher Song Fei, how is your body recovering now?" Everyone respects Song Fei. After all, she is a genius. She is a researcher at the Institute of Virology at a young age. She deserves to be respected by them.

Hearing this ‘Song Fei Teacher’, 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 found the genius girl shy.

"It's better, it's okay." Song Fei's answer was also very brief.

Reporter: "Do you have anything to say about the actions of Mu Mian and his group?"

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

Seeing Song Fei closed his mouth, he obviously didn't intend to speak again, so he subconsciously asked, "That's it?"

"Ok."

Everyone can see it, Song Fei is relatively reluctant.

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

As soon as Song Fei wanted to say they were friends, Yan Jiang raised their hands together, and said coolly and sternly: "Now it's a hand-in-hand relationship, and it will be a relationship that has been married for a generation in the future."

"Introduce you to everyone, this is Song Fei, the woman I like."

After a shocking meal, reporters said that this interview was not a loss.

Following Yan Jiang in the car, Song Fei still felt speechless.

Why is there such a shameless person.

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

Song Fei: [? 】

Song Ci: [Click in and have a look, my sister, you are on fire. 】

Song Fei opened the connection and saw a video with a terrifying picture.

[Yan Jiang publicly confessed to Song Fei, are you stunned by this CP? 】

Song Fei opened the video and saw the scene that happened at the entrance of the hospital half an hour ago. Viewing this video from the perspective of an onlooker, Song Fei feels ashamed, Secondary 2.

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

After speaking, Song Fei tilted her head in confusion before hearing Yan Jiang's answer, only to see Yan Jiang asleep. After he fell asleep, he leaned his head against the chair pillow, folded his arms with his hands, and twisted his brows slightly.

These days, Yan Jiang has never seriously slept, his eyes are blue-gray, full of exhaustion. I don't know what he dreamed of, and he slept very restlessly.

Alan noticed that Yan Jiang was asleep, and then he whispered to Song Fei: "Miss Song Fei, you are dead... just these days when you were kidnapped by Mu Mian, Jiang hadn’t been closed for five days and five nights. Eyes. Song Song came to see him later, and he slept after crying tired."

"Later, knowing that you were still alive, he was so excited, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep. I was really worried that his body would collapse."

Song Fei looked at Allen without making a sound.

Alan 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 she sees people.

Brother Jiang's taste is really peculiar.

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

Allen thought for a while and said, "It's almost four days."

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

Allen was very pleased to see it.

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

Song Fei also noticed that Yan Jiang has become much more paranoid and stubborn than before. "How to say?"

Allen hesitated and said, "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 frustrated that he dared not look directly at Song Fei when he answered. "He prepared a big cage at home. Brother Jiang doesn't have pets at home. I think, I think..."

Allen ‘I think’ several times, but dare not finish speaking.

He felt that the cage was prepared for Song Fei.

Hearing this, Song Fei didn't feel Yan Jiang was afraid, only that he was guilty.

Song Fei did not expect that Yan Jiang's obsession with herself had deepened into her bones. She had planned to wait until this matter was over before apologizing to Yan Jiang. But Yan Jiang has been mad by her, and his current situation is obviously a paranoid personality.

And she is the antidote to his paranoia.

Merely apologizing and apologizing, I'm afraid it won't comfort him.

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

Hearing the movement of the lock, Song Fei looked back at the door and asked Yan Jiang: "You want to lock me up?"

Yan Jiang just glanced at her deeply, and then led her luggage upstairs 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. Then she walked to the fitness room and opened the door.

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

This won't work!

Song Fei turned around and went upstairs, and found 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 planning to sleep with me?"

Yan Jiang didn't look back.

He bent over, carefully smoothed every fold on the bed sheet, and acted gently as if he was stroking his lover's hair.

"A Fei." Yan Jiang stood by the bed. He pointed to the bed sheet and asked Song Fei: "What color bed sheet do you like, I can change it to what you like."

Song Fei narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

She was so silent, 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 curled his lips: "I'm not with the neurosis."

"Do you think I am crazy?"

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

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

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

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

Yan Jiang: "You are mine."

"I am not yours, I do not belong to anyone, I belong to myself." Song Fei told Yan Jiang: "Do you think a lock can lock me? Yan Jiang, I 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 nervously, thinking about the possibility.

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

Yan Jiang: "Why?"

Song Fei suddenly stretched out his right hand and held Yan Jiang's left hand. Yan Jiang lowered his head and 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 increased.

Song Fei stood up, pressed her finger on Yan Jiang’s lips, and said to him, “If you don’t like you, you won’t put the antidote on your lips and wait for you to kiss me.”

Yan Jiang remembered that in Kinshasa, they kissed.

There was a touch of sweetness in his heart. "A Fei, you like me." He was very happy, his face gradually spreading with a touching smile.

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, "Yes!" Thinking that this was not enough, he said, "I want to sleep with you! I want to marry you and have a baby with you!"

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

Yan Jiang suddenly became cold.

The corners of his mouth flattened, "Say so much, you just want to lie to me to see 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. Song Fei was not born with that kind of intimate little padded jacket.

Yan Jiang was about to turn black and ran away, wanting to directly press her to give birth.

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

Yan Jiang was stunned.

What did Afei say? She is willing to have children with her!

"I will go to see a psychiatrist." Staring at Song Fei worriedly, Yan Jiang warned her again: "But you can't leave me." He touched Song Fei's forehead and whispered to her: "Lose you, I will be crazy."

She believed him.

She had seen how crazy he was for her.

"I will not leave you."

Under Song Feilian's persuasion, Yan Jiang agreed to see a psychologist.

Song Ci came to find Song Fei in private, and saw Song Fei holding a copy of "Psychology and Life". She guessed why Song Fei was reading the book, so she asked her: "You and Jiang, have been okay 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's serious question: "Little idiot, did it hurt for the first time?"

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