I heard Fu Siming use respectful language.
Sun Jiming thought he should hang up the phone quickly, otherwise he was afraid he would burst out laughing.
In the end, you still have to ask yourself for help. Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to be a smart person from the start?
After finishing the last sip, seeing that he still had time, he asked the driver to take him to the hospital.
Perhaps because his cooperation with Li Hao went smoothly, Fu Siming also took the initiative to show goodwill, which made Li Xinyi, who had previously been unfriendly to him, seem much more agreeable to him.
He took Li Xinyi's phone out of his pocket and threw it on the bed.
The phone grazed Sun Hui's forehead, and Li Xinyi yelled at him, "You almost hit the child!"
Sun Jiming didn't care. "You didn't hit anything, so why are you yelling? I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you. Your dad called you, and I told him you were resting. Now call him back, and you know what to say. If you ruin my plans, neither you nor your daughter will have a good time."
These words disgusted her even more than the smell of alcohol emanating from his breath.
"Stop trying anything funny. The phone has been restricted to only allowing you to call your dad and the villa. There's no internet or other functions. Don't bother. Just stay here and relax. Once this is over, we'll let you out."
Looking at the phone in his hand, he realized that being able to contact his father was already a concession on his part.
Although Li Xinyi wanted to run away, he was a truly inhuman person who would harm his own child.
She had already gambled once; she couldn't gamble again with Sun Hui.
Li Xinyi's daughter is imprisoned here with her, and she tries her best to minimize the impact on her child, but to no avail.
Sun Hui seemed to gradually return to her original state, not speaking, just sitting quietly beside her. Occasionally, a few familiar nurses would come up to tease her, but she didn't pay much attention to them.
She would stick to Yes when he came over, not wanting him to leave.
Li Xinyi's leg wound was deep, so she couldn't pull the person off his arms and could only look at him with an embarrassed expression.
Yes didn't mind too much, and every now and then he would bring a few Chinese and English picture books for the mother and daughter to pass the time.
Watching the interaction between the two, she recalled the name she had left for Song Xingyao last time, wondering if Song Xingyao had found out anything.
Because Lin Qing's new grave was destroyed by the flood, Lin Mei and her daughter stayed in Jiangcheng for more than half a month.
Construction finally resumed after the rainy season in Jiangcheng ended. The buyer who was originally going to buy the old house also heard about the collapse of the Lin family's cemetery and temporarily canceled the contract.
Lin Mei had no choice but to extend her stay in Jiangcheng.
However, she always felt that the longer Lin Qingyi stayed here, the more dangerous it would be, so she wanted to persuade her to return to S country as soon as possible.
Lin Qingyi went on field trips to collect folk songs, but she never saw Ang again, and Ang didn't even take the initiative to contact her.
She felt somewhat frustrated that she didn't receive a reply to the messages she sent herself.
Seeing her mother becoming increasingly anxious and repeatedly urging her to return to S country, Lin Qingyi finally relented and agreed to go back next week.
Lin Mei will go back to meet up with her after she finishes dealing with the old house here.
Her agreement relieved Lin Mei.
Lin Qingyi didn't understand her mother's actions, but she didn't want her mother to worry about her.
Lying in bed at night, she repeatedly opened the chat window with the black profile picture three times.
In the end, she didn't send any more messages; perhaps he really wasn't interested in her.
Clicking in again, a new message appeared in the chat box: "Are you free tomorrow? I'd like to treat you to dinner."
Then he added, "As a token of my gratitude."
Lin Qingyi sat up abruptly, staring at the two sentences in disbelief.
She casually replied with an "okay".
Somewhat excited, she lay down. Who makes appointments in the middle of the night? If she hadn't been somewhat accustomed to the time difference from S country, she probably wouldn't have seen his message until tomorrow morning...
Ang looked at her reply and copied a reservation invitation for her.
Turn off the screen and turn your attention back to the folder in your hand.
Lin Mei and her daughter Lin Qingyi were framed together in a photograph.
The documents stated their relationship as mother and daughter.
Ang felt that things were a bit too coincidental.
Recently, due to Sun Jiming's matter, Ang has been unable to contact Lin Qingyi.
Perhaps because he had lived in darkness for too long, he subconsciously felt that the radiance emanating from Lin Qingyi should not be tainted.
When Fu Siming asked her to investigate Lin Mei, she was surprised but also somewhat relieved, as this opportunity allowed her to contact the woman with a clear conscience.
Ke Linmei and her daughter, and Sun Jiming...
His eyes darkened, revealing an unreadable emotion.
Lin Qingyi was quite excited the next morning and woke up early. Lin Mei felt that this was not the Lin Qingyi who was suffering from jet lag in S country, nor was it the same as her usual indifferent demeanor.
It's actually quite similar to the season in Jiangcheng; it's late spring.
Lin Mei was both curious and wary: Why are you up so early today?
Lin Qingyi: I'm going to see a friend.
Lin Mei asked in confusion: Friends? You've already made friends so quickly?
Lin Qingyi rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment before explaining: "We met in S country, and it just so happens that we were in Jiangcheng."
Anyway, it was the truth, and her words slightly dispelled Lin Mei's doubts.
This kind of explanation reassured Lin Mei more than she had made a friend in Jiangcheng in just over ten days who could stir her emotions.
Perhaps because of her Asian appearance and the fact that Lin Qingyi is deaf and mute, she has never been heard to mention any friends in S country.
Seeing her so excited, Lin Mei was happy for her but also felt a little sorry for her.
If she were a normal child, perhaps she wouldn't be so aloof.
It's all my fault.
Lin Qingyi wasn't dressed up either; her casual clothes gave her an aloof and unapproachable air.
When they were led to the private room, Ang was already sitting inside, looking through the menu.
The waiter kindly closed the door and left.
Lin Qingyi concealed her emotions and looked at him with a smile.
I never expected him to ask me out.
Ang did something he had never done before in his life: he acted like a gentleman and pulled out a chair for the other person.
This was a last-minute make-up lesson for him.
Needless to say, his life as a spies was always a solitary affair.
If there are multiple people present, it is usually him who is tied to a chair, or someone else who is tied to a chair.
So I watched a few romantic dramas and spent a long time catching up, and finally I felt like I had graduated.
But the campaign got off to a bad start.
Lin Qingyi pulled out the seat next to her first and sat down.
His eyes were fixed straight ahead, completely unaware that someone had pulled out a chair for him from behind.
Ang: ...
Lin Qingyi: ...
The room was completely silent; for a second, Ang felt as if his world had also fallen silent.
He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Lin Qingyi to make himself feel less awkward.
He quickly suppressed his unnecessary expressions.
Ang: You order.
Ang used sign language skillfully.
It would be a lie to say Lin Qingyi wasn't affected at all; he had actually learned sign language for her...
Is this also part of the thank-you gift?
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