Yan Jiang had been looking at Song Fei like this since she woke up. Even though Song Fei was mentally strong, her scalp was tingling. "Can you please stop looking at me like that?" Song Fei's cold voice was filled with helplessness.
Yan Jiang seemed not to hear what she said and remained motionless.
Song Fei suddenly asked him, "Have you not slept or eaten these days?" In less than ten days, Yan Jiang had become extremely thin, with a grayish-blue color in his eyes.
Song Fei felt a little pain in her heart.
She hesitantly reached out and touched Yan Jiang's cheek. There was not much flesh on it, and it felt uncomfortable to touch. "Too thin!"
Song Fei was about to take her hand back when Yan Jiang suddenly grabbed Song Fei's elbow, pulled her up from the bed and into his arms.
Song Fei was caught off guard and fell into his arms.
She looked up and yelled angrily, "What are you doing! I feel dizzy..." After being given general anesthesia, Song Fei felt dizzy and a little nauseous. When Yan Jiang pulled her like that, her stomach started to feel uncomfortable.
The rest of her words disappeared in Yan Jiang's narrow, red eyes.
"It's hot." Yan Jiang said in confusion.
Song Fei understood what Yan Jiang meant and she stopped struggling.
Yan Jiang raised his right hand and carefully traced his fingertips along Song Fei's eyebrows and nose. Every piece of skin his fingers touched was burning hot.
It is hot and alive.
"A Fei." Yan Jiang lowered his head, his forehead against Song Fei's. He whispered softly, as if in a dream, "A Fei, be good. Don't push me away in your dreams."
Song Fei was stunned.
There was a rare hint of surprise in her icy eyes.
Dream?
Yan Jiang actually thought he was dreaming!
Song Fei realized that Yan Jiang's mental state was a little abnormal. She felt guilty and a little angry. This guy, is he so vulnerable without her?
But she couldn't bear to push Yan Jiang away.
When Song Ci and Han Zhan walked into the ward, they saw a man and a woman hugging each other by the window. Song Ci paused, hesitated, and then turned around and pulled Han Zhan's hand.
Han Zhan understood what she meant.
The two quietly left the ward and stood in the corridor. Song Ci said, "Brother Han, prepare the gift money. I estimate that my family will marry off my sister in the next year or so."
Han Zhan smiled and touched her hair, then asked her, "How much gift money are you planning to give?"
Song Ci: "You two have a good relationship, you can do whatever you want."
Han Zhan keenly tasted the jealousy and anger in Song Ci's words. He frowned and explained seriously, "Song Fei and I don't have a good relationship. I'm good to you, so I'm good to her. I love her because I love her."
He likes Song Dynasty porcelain, but he doesn't like every pretty girl who looks like Song Dynasty porcelain.
Song Ci sneered and ridiculed Han Zhan, "You two have a bad relationship, so you would conspire together? You would lie to me and A Jiang?"
Upon hearing this, a tear appeared on Han Zhan's handsome face. He felt guilty, but he still maintained his composure and asked Song Ci in a puzzled manner, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
"I don't understand?" Song Ci pointed at Song Fei's ward and questioned Han Zhan, "How dare you say that you had no involvement in Song Fei's kidnapping by Mu Mian?"
Han Zhan was about to open his mouth to defend himself when Song Ci added, "I won't talk about others, but I know how clever and calculating my sister is. How could someone as smart and cautious as her be easily caught by Mu Mian? I'm afraid she deliberately let him fall into your trap and deliberately seek revenge on him."
Han Zhan was horrified when he heard this.
He underestimated Song Ci. This girl was not a naive person. Her mind was as clear as a mirror and she saw everything clearly.
Song Ci continued, "Mu Mian and Du Tingting lost a child, and Mu Qiu became their only hope. Mu Qiu's time is running out, and under such circumstances, Mu Mian is naturally willing to save his daughter's life at all costs."
"At this time, Song Fei and I would be in a very dangerous situation. But recently, the number of bodyguards around me has not increased, which means you know that I will be safe. If I am not in danger, then Song Fei, who is in a turbulent place, will be in danger."
"Song Fei is far away in Africa, where people often die. If Song Fei died accidentally in Africa, there would be no room for suspicion. Mu Mian only needs to spend some money to create the illusion of Song Fei's death, and then find a way to secretly transport Song Fei back to the country. In this way, he can take Song Fei's heart and save Mu Qiu!"
Looking at Han Zhan mockingly, Song Ci sneered. "If I can think of it, then you, Han Ge, are so smart, so you can think of it too. Knowing that Song Fei has become a thorn in Mu Mian's side, how could you possibly let Song Fei go to Kinshasa alone?"
Although Song Ci's analysis of the matter was logically clear, she was actually not sure whether the truth was true.
She was just guessing.
But as her speculation deepened, she felt more and more that her analysis was correct. In the process, she also noticed some things that she had overlooked.
Song Ci then told Han Zhan: "Yesterday at noon, when I was downstairs of Zeus Building, I seemed to have seen Long Yu. Long Yu looked back at Dongcheng, right?"
Song Ci couldn't hide Long Yu's return, so Han Zhan nodded.
Song Ci's expression grew even more indifferent. "Long Yu's hometown is in the north, right? It's autumn now, so the sun isn't as scorching as in the summer. Long Yu went back to his hometown and then looked back at Dongcheng. How come he's as dark as an African..."
Song Ci narrowed her charming eyes and threatened Han Zhan: "Han Zhan, did you send Long Yu to Jinshasha?"
Han Zhan's eyes finally changed when he looked at Song Ci.
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