"husband."
Mu Mian: "Hmm?" He was still angry, and there was a hint of anger in his voice.
Du Tingting suddenly said: "Song Fei woke up."
Mu Mian found this a bit puzzling, and he said, "I know she's awake." Song Fei had come to visit his house, how could he not know that Song Fei had woken up?
Du Tingting tightly grasped the corner of the desk and said in a trembling voice: "If you really gave Song Fei's heart to Qiu Tianer at that time, then you would be killing someone, husband!"
Mu Mian was stunned.
He felt a little guilty, and he stammered, "At that time, Song Fei had been in a deep sleep for eight years, and even the doctor said the possibility of her waking up was almost zero. How could I have known that she would really wake up!"
"When you saw Song Fei today, didn't you feel guilty?" Du Tingting's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat. She said, "I didn't dare to look directly into her eyes. The moment I saw her, I thought of the sin you almost committed against her..."
Inside the house, the couple was arguing in low voices. Outside, Mu Qiu overheard her parents' conversation. Her face was filled with uncertainty and horror. Her father had almost killed Song Fei to save her!
So, Sister Song Fei’s heart is really suitable for her?
"Tingting, let me be quiet for a while, okay?" Mu Mian didn't want to continue discussing this with Du Tingting. His head hurt. Seeing Mu Mian rubbing his temple again, Du Tingting's eyes softened.
She gently told Mu Mian: "Then you have a good rest. I want to go to sleep too."
Du Tingting opened the study door and walked out. She turned around to go back to her room and saw the corner of a skirt flash by at the corner of the stairs.
Du Tingting asked: "Qiu Qiuer?"
Mu Qiu stepped back and stood on the platform, staring down at Du Tingting. "Mom, what's going on?"
Seeing that Mu Qiu looked normal, Du Tingting felt relieved, assuming that she hadn't heard the conversation between her and her husband. "Don't play with your phone at noon. Get some sleep."
"Okay. I'll go back to my room then."
The mother and daughter outside the house returned to their respective rooms. In the study, Mu Mian was really bored. He pressed his headache, then turned on the computer, logged into a website, and checked the conversation center.
1: [Hello, RH negative blood is rare, and we haven't found a heart that suits your needs yet. You'll have to wait.]
Seeing this reply, Mu Mian’s head hurt even more.
Is it really that rare?
Mu Mian, holding onto a glimmer of hope, replied: "I have money, and I can add more, but my daughter's time is running out, and I really can't continue to waste it. Can you think of a solution?"
The other party shows that they are still typing.
A few minutes later, the message arrived.
1: [I can't kill someone for you.]
1: [Please wait a little longer. We are trying our best to find it.]
Mu Mian seemed to see hope.
After leaving the Mu family, the Song Ci sisters walked to the gate of Zijing Capital and waited for a while before Long Yu arrived. After getting in the car, Song Ci felt a little sleepy, so she dozed off by the window, hugging her pillow.
Song Fei held Song Ci's shoulders and pressed her head against her thighs. "It will be easier to sleep this way."
Song Ci rubbed her head on Song Fei's legs and fell asleep. Song Fei also felt sleepy, so she tilted her head back and closed her eyes for a nap. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the inside of her trouser pocket near her thigh began to vibrate.
Song Fei took out her cell phone and received a text message.
1: [S, I have replied to the other party as you instructed.]
Song Fei moved her fingers and replied to the other party's message: [I must kill all of Mu Mian's hopes.]
1: [Received.]
Long Yu first sent Song Fei to Yan Jiang's house, and then sent Song Ci back. Song Fei got out of the car, went into the house, and confirmed that Yan Jiang was not at home. Then she went to Yan Jiang's study and turned on Yan Jiang's computer.
Song Fei logged into her WeChat and entered a phone number she remembered well in the Add Friend box. Using that number, Song Fei actually searched for Fu Hanshen's WeChat.
Fu Hanshen's WeChat name was very simple, called 'F'. Song Fei clicked on Add Friend, wrote two words on the Add Friend request, and sent it.
Fu Hanshen returned home that night, turned on his computer, and logged into WeChat as usual to check his messages when he saw a new friend request. Without thinking much, he opened it and added the details.
The person who added him was a stranger, whose WeChat name was S. The friend request message contained only two words:
teacher.
Fu Hanshen was slightly startled and his heart beat much faster.
teacher...
Although he also gave lectures at schools, the students all respectfully addressed him as Professor Fu. He had students all over the world, but there was only one person who was truly qualified to call him Teacher.
Song Fei, his only beloved disciple.
But that child had become a vegetable eight years ago.
Is it her?
Fu Hanshen hesitated for a moment and clicked "pass".
Yan Jiang was busy at work that day and wouldn't be home until late. When it was time for dinner, he ordered dinner for Song Fei on Meituan. Song Fei ate the lean meat porridge Yan Jiang had ordered for her, then drank a can of kelp and pork rib soup before returning to her study.
Seeing that Fu Hanshen had accepted her WeChat friend request, Song Ci quickly sat down on the chair.
She sent a message to Fu Hanshen.
Song Fei: [Teacher.]
The other end quickly sent a reply, Fu Hanshen: [Who are you? ]
Song Fei directly sent a video request to Fu Hanshen.
Fu Hanshen was slow to answer the video call, and Song Fei was not in a hurry, letting the video continue to ring. Just when the video was about to automatically hang up, Fu Hanshen grabbed the last few seconds and connected the video.
A fair, beautiful, and cold face caught Fu Hanshen's eye. The moment he saw it, he knew it was his beloved disciple, Song Fei. That world-weary and arrogant demeanor was something no one else could imitate.
Fu Hanshen couldn't believe that Song Fei was really awake. He was a little excited and his lips trembled. "Xiao Fei..." Xiao Fei said, and Fu Hanshen was a little speechless.
Song Fei looked at Fu Hanshen silently. After a moment, she curled her lips and said with some disdain, "Teacher, you have white hair." Eight years ago, Song Fei still had a girlish voice. Suddenly hearing Song Fei's unfamiliar voice, as cold as snow, Fu Hanshen's hand trembled and he abruptly hung up the video.
He stood up, stepped on the scattered copies on the floor, and hurried to the window.
Fu Hanshen leaned against the windowsill, his hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes to sort out his thoughts. A quarter of an hour later, Fu Hanshen walked back to the desk and sat down, sending a video to Song Fei.
Song Fei had been sitting quietly in front of the computer waiting for a reply. As soon as the video call started, Song Fei clicked to answer it. Seeing that Fu Hanshen had calmed down, Song Fei raised the corner of her lips slightly and smiled at him.
She said, "Teacher, I'm back."
Frowning at his beloved disciple, Fu Han said with deep emotion, "I've been waiting for you to say this for eight years."
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