Kong Erniu and his wife also noticed that their son had changed after this incident.
Not only did he not stutter, but he also seemed convinced that he was the small boss's man.
It's true what they say, a grown son is no longer under his mother's control.
"Qingqing, the 500,000 you raised has also been returned by the police."
In addition, they said that you were rewarded with an extra 30,000 yuan for helping them capture the escaped kidnappers.
"All this money is in this bag," Song Guoqiang said after everyone had finished speaking.
Song Qingqing was stunned, completely unexpected that she would receive a reward of 30,000 yuan.
“This wasn’t just my doing, so let’s split the 30,000 yuan among us!” It was an unexpected windfall, and Song Qingqing wasn’t a stingy person.
Everyone was deeply moved when they heard her say that.
"We all have them."
"Yes, we have that too."
“We also have rewards ranging from several hundred to a thousand.”
"That 30,000 is yours, we all have it."
They weren't wrong; they actually did have both.
Hearing this, Song Qingqing accepted it with peace of mind.
After chatting for a while, everyone went home to rest.
The next morning, Song Qingqing took the money and went to the bank that had lent her the money last time, depositing all 210,000 yuan into it.
When the bank manager learned that Song Qingqing was a major client, he personally handled the matter, serving her tea and water throughout the process and showering her with compliments.
When he finally left, the bank manager saw him off for a long distance.
Meanwhile, inside the Shenlong Building, Qian Youlu and Lao Wang were arguing about whether or not to invite Song Qingqing over.
"Young Master Si is seriously injured and unconscious. Only Miss Song can wake him up." These words were spoken by Qian Youlu.
Yesterday, Sikong Xingchen received a message saying that Sikong Xinghai had sent people to kidnap Song Qingqing.
He immediately led his men to stop them and attempt to kill them.
However, the enemy had a large number of people, and Sikong Xingchen was seriously injured as a result.
Thus, the current conversation between Qian Youlu and Lao Wang came about.
"But the boss said we can't let Miss Song worry, and we're not allowed to tell her." Old Wang was a bodyguard; his job was to obey, to obey.
"Fine, fine, you have to listen to Young Master Si, but I don't need to. I'll talk to her, okay?" Qian Youlu said, then turned and left.
Old Wang laughed when he saw this.
"What? Xingchen is injured and unconscious?" Song Qingqing received the news from Qian Youlu at a shop on Huanle Street.
Without a second thought, he abandoned everything, hopped on his bicycle, and sped off toward the Shenlong Building.
She was moving very fast, constantly weaving through the streets, and accidentally bumped into a pedestrian.
As luck would have it, this person was none other than the pale-faced scholar who had been frightened away yesterday.
Song Qingqing was startled, fearing that the other party would pester her again at this moment.
It delayed her from seeing Sikong Xingchen.
So he picked up his bicycle, hopped on, and sped away without looking back.
The pale-faced scholar, who had been about to say something, reached out Er Kang's hand, but before he could say anything, Song Qingqing disappeared into the street.
"......"
"Stars!"
She rushed into Sikong Xingchen's room, only to find the once vibrant man lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face pale, an IV drip still attached to his arm.
"Xingchen, don't scare me. You'll be alright, right?"
After finally getting another chance, Sikong Xingchen encountered this kind of thing.
Song Qingqing felt extremely uncomfortable. She took a few steps forward, leaned against the other person's bedside, and grasped the other person's large hand.
"Xingchen, wake up, wake up. We still have so many things to do. We're not married yet, we haven't had children yet, and we have a long road ahead of us..." As she spoke, Song Qingqing's tears began to fall, "plop, plop."
Most of the tears fell into Sikong Xingchen's hands.
Song Qingqing didn't notice that the other person's finger twitched slightly.
She was lost in her grief.
It wasn't until Song Qingqing noticed that a large hand had landed right on top of her head.
Raising her tear-filled phoenix eyes, she saw that Sikong Xingchen's deep eyes were shining brightly.
"I just heard you say that you still want to marry me and have children with me. Is that true?"
Actually, he had been awake for a while, but Song Qingqing was talking excitedly.
He had no choice but to let her continue.
Unexpectedly, the other party would say so many things that deeply moved him.
Getting married, having children, and talking to Song Qingqing—that would probably be the happiest time of his life.
I really want to marry her soon.
but....
Thinking of this, his eyes darkened.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere? Let me blow on it for you, and it will stop hurting." Song Qingqing's IQ seemed to have dropped to offline mode. As soon as she saw Sikong Xingchen frown, she immediately started rummaging through his clothes.
It turned out he had an injury in his abdomen, which made Song Qingqing very distressed.
He touched it, then bent down and blew on the wound.
The next moment, Sikong Xingchen angrily pulled out the needle, grabbed Song Qingqing with his large hand, and pinned her down.
And let the other person feel his incredibly excited body at this moment.
"Qing'er, I want you." The deep, tender voice reached Song Qingqing's ears, instantly making her blush.
With trembling hands, she tugged at the other person's half-exposed outer garment to cover her face, and whispered, "Bring it on!"
"Hehe!" Sikong Xingchen burst out laughing upon hearing this.
Song Qingqing felt embarrassed, thinking he might be mocking her, so she reached out her small hand and gently placed it on his chest, saying, "Don't laugh, don't laugh."
"Okay, okay, I won't laugh, but you're too cute." After saying that, Sikong Xingchen grabbed Song Qingqing's hands and pressed them down, binding her hands above her head.
Then their lips touched, and their breaths mingled.
But it wasn't long before he was interrupted by Lao Wang, who was concerned about the boss.
"Miss Song, our boss is awake... Please continue, please continue."
After saying that, Old Wang hurriedly turned around and left the room, covering his eyes as he went.
I thought to myself, "Oh no, I'm doomed, I definitely won't get a bonus this month."
"Cough cough, don't move around, be careful of your wounds."
After the person left, Sikong Xingchen wanted to continue, but Song Qingqing saw the wounds on the other person's body, suppressed her reluctance, and forced Sikong Xingchen to lie down properly.
"But I feel so uncomfortable." Sikong Xingchen took Song Qingqing's hand, kissed it a few times, and said unsatisfiedly.
"We'll fight again when you're better, no rush! I'll go make you something to eat first." I heard he's been unconscious since yesterday, so he must be hungry right now.
After saying that, Song Qingqing got up and prepared a meal for Sikong Xingchen.
Sikong Xingchen was very accommodating; no matter what Song Qingqing made, he ate it all up.
Song Qingqing basically spent the rest of the day here with Sikong Xingchen.
As the sun set and the moon rose, Song Qingqing was about to leave when, unexpectedly, she encountered the pale-faced scholar again at the entrance of the Shenlong Building.
What a tragic fate!
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