Chapter 281: Intimate enough to share a mobile phone

For fear of waking up the sleeping person, Shen Jingmo was about to hang up the phone. His eyes swept over the familiar number. Shen Jingmo's eyes were deep as he left the room, closed the door, and walked into the living room to answer the phone.

"Director Song is really busy. It took you so long to answer the phone. However, the two people you asked me to follow have been very honest in the past two days." After the other party finished speaking, he never waited for Song Zhiyuan to respond.

The other party gradually realized that something was wrong and asked tentatively, "Director Song, are you listening?"

"It's me." Shen Jingmo's dull voice came from the receiver.

The other party was startled instantly and quickly checked the number he dialed. He did not dial the wrong number, so how could he hear Shen Jingmo's voice? Could it be that he did not get enough rest in the past two days and was hallucinating?

Although he is not a paparazzi in the entertainment industry, he has first-hand data sources and knows that Shen Jingmo and Director Song are definitely not together.

Shen Jingmo didn't care whether the other party was frightened or not, and asked directly, "Didn't I tell you before that you must tell me the first time something happens with Director Song."

The other party was sure he had heard correctly, and hesitantly whispered, "Director Song also told me to keep this matter completely confidential and not to disclose it to anyone else. So I suspect Director Song has noticed the previous incident with Yang Rao, which is why he warned me like this."

"I didn't dare to go against the wind. If Director Song found out, I would tell you, Mr. Shen, everything, and then Mr. Shen would be implicated." The other party's voice became louder and louder.

Shen Jingmo did not pursue the matter, but instead asked, "Who did Director Song ask you to follow recently?"

A man of insight is a true hero. He did not hide the fact that Song Zhiyuan had arranged for him this time. "Yang Rao and Zhou Zhengyi."

Regarding Song Zhiyuan's previous investigation into Zhou Zhengyi, the other party did not tell Shen Jingmo the truth.

After answering this question, the man next to him gossiped, "Mr. Shen, what's going on between you and Director Song? You're so close that you even share a phone."

Shen Jingmo instructed, "Don't worry about this matter. Call Director Song again tomorrow to report your investigation results. Just pretend you never made this call tonight."

"Mr. Shen, why is this happening?"

"You don't need to know anything extra. I won't give you a penny less of hush money." Shen Jingmo said and hung up the phone directly.

Why would Song Zhiyuan investigate Yang Rao and Zhou Zhengyi for no reason, and even send people to track their whereabouts?

Zhou Zhengyi has been living abroad, so it is indeed unusual for him to suddenly return to China during this period.

Shen Jingmo naturally deleted the call records.

In the bedroom, Song Zhiyuan rolled to the side and fell off the bed.

The back of his head hit the floor.

The pain woke Song Zhiyuan up. While rubbing the back of his head, he slowly sat up from the floor.

When Chen Jingmo came back from pouring a glass of water, he saw Song Zhiyuan fell off the bed. Chen Jingmo casually placed the glass of water on the bedside table, supported Song Zhiyuan with one hand, helped her up from the floor, moved her to the bed, and asked with concern, "Did Yuanyuan get hurt anywhere?"

Song Zhiyuan's eyelids were heavy, like a puppet. She shook her head, then nodded again, "I hit my head, it hurts."

This was the first time Shen Jingmo saw Song Zhiyuan like this. His heart softened as he spoke softly, "It's okay, it's okay. Let me take a look at you."

Shen Jingmo leaned forward and lifted Song Zhiyuan's hair aside. Before he could see clearly, Song Zhiyuan leaned back and the back of her head hit Shen Jingmo's jaw.

Chen Jingmo did not stand firmly, and his body was pulled forward by Song Zhiyuan. If Chen Jingmo had not supported himself with his hands in time, he would have been completely pressed on Song Zhiyuan.

At this moment, the little girl was lying under him with her eyes closed in a daze. The two of them were so close that Shen Jingmo could clearly hear Song Zhiyuan's heartbeat and the faint scent of rose water on her body.

Shen Jingmo supported himself with one hand and gently stroked Song Zhiyuan's face with the other hand.

Song Zhiyuan's eyelashes fluttered gently like a feather fan.

Shen Jingmo leaned forward, a trace of guilt spreading in his mind.

Just at this moment, the sound of a door opening and closing was heard outside. Shen Jingmo's thoughts were instantly pulled back and he quickly turned over and stood up.

Song Zhiwei happened to push the door open and saw that his sister had changed the direction from when he left before, "What happened?"

"Yuanyuan fell off the bed and accidentally hit her head, but it's no big deal." Chen Jingmo explained and took the medicine from Song Zhiwei's hand.

Hearing this, Song Zhiwei couldn't help but scold, "Didn't I tell you to watch it carefully? How do you watch it?"

Shen Jingmo explained, "I went out to pour a glass of water for Yuanyuan, but I didn't expect such an accident to happen."

Song Zhiwei was sure that his sister was fine, so he didn't continue to blame Shen Jingmo.

Song Zhiwei helped Song Zhiyuan sit up from the bed, letting her lean naturally on his shoulder. "Sister, wait a while before going to sleep. Take the medicine first."

Song Zhiwei gently woke up his sister.

Song Zhiyuan's eyelids twitched, and she stretched out a pair of white fingers. Shen Jingmo naturally placed a pill in Song Zhiyuan's palm, and then placed a glass of water in the other palm.

Song Zhiyuan mechanically stuffed the pill into his mouth and washed it down with water.

After drinking, he silently handed the cup away.

After taking the rescue medicine, Song Zhiwei helped his sister lie down again, covered her with the quilt, and the two of them quietly left the room.

Song Zhiwei walked to the entrance with his arms folded across his chest and opened the door naturally. "It's getting late, you can go back."

Shen Jingmo didn't stay any longer and turned to leave the apartment.

Even with such a high degree of pain, Song Zhiyuan still felt a splitting headache when he woke up.

Song Zhiyuan slowly sat up from the bed, rubbed his uncomfortable solar plexus, then got up, picked out some clothes from the closet and went to the bathroom.

On the other side, Song Zhiwei got up early and knocked on Song Zhiyuan's door. Song Zhiyuan happened to come out of the bathroom and said, "Sister, how are you? Do you feel better today?"

"Much better. Go make me a cup of honey water." Song Zhiyuan sat on the sofa, wiping her hair, and picked up her mobile phone to check messages.

Song Zhiwei obediently went to the kitchen to make a cup of honey water and brought it to his sister, "Sister, what do you want to eat? I'll go downstairs to buy it for you now."

Song Zhiyuan thought for a moment and then continued, "Soy milk, fried dough sticks, and I also want to eat the fried cakes from the old street."

"Okay, I'll go buy it for you right now." Song Zhiwei picked up his mobile phone, put his shoes at the entrance, pushed open the door, and saw an uninvited guest waiting outside.

"Why are you here again?" Song Zhiwei lowered his voice, his tone filled with impatience.

Why didn’t I realize before that this bitch is just like a dog-skin plaster?