The other party's eyes darkened for a moment, and then fell silent, as if he was a little lazy even in the conversation.
Song Xiang stood there, speechless, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Ji Yu stood up and nodded towards her, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, my wife is not in good health, so we won't talk anymore."
Song Xiang didn't like her, but he had a good impression of the man in front of him. To be precise, he had a very good impression.
The opponent turned around. Although his steps were slow, his back was straight.
I don’t know what kind of disease a person like this has, with a clear and gentle face and a cold temperament. From those people’s gossip, it seems to be a terminal illness?
I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, so I asked the nurse carefully.
The nurse lowered her voice and said softly, "It's a heart attack, and the blood is not good either."
It's so serious.
Song Xiang sighed and felt even worse.
After leaving the hospital, Suman called again and said that Yan Zhenzhen recommended two people to join the finance department.
"Let her go. Keep an eye on her, but don't stare too closely."
Suman heard what she meant, said "I understand" and hung up the phone.
"Miss Song, do you want to go back to the villa?"
Song Xiang thought for a while and said, "Don't go back yet, go to the company."
"The young master said he hoped you would rest more."
Song Xiang nodded, "I know, just take a look."
By the way, let others take a look at her.
When she arrived at Yueji, she walked around twice, and because of her complexion, almost everyone knew she was sick.
When we arrived at the office floor, we met Yan Zhenzhen as soon as we got out of the elevator.
"Why bother looking for bad luck when you stay at home half-dead?"
Song Xiang ignored her and glanced at Ning Yiqun behind her.
Ning Yiqun saw Song Xiang and immediately said hello to her, "Mr. Song, you don't look good. Are you sick?"
Song Xiang touched his cheek and said with a smile: "Yes, I didn't sleep well."
"What does it have to do with you whether she is sick or not?"
Yan Zhenzhen's face was stunned, and she glanced at Song Xiang and Ning Yiqun.
Ning Yiqun opened his mouth to say a few words, but Yan Zhenzhen had already turned away.
He had no choice but to follow.
Song Xiang smiled and went back to the office to look around.
Inexplicably, I saw a package on the table.
She thought it was a document and opened the bag casually.
As soon as I opened it, the contents were scattered all over the floor.
I knelt down and took a look. I was so frightened that I quickly avoided my sight.
It's a bunch of photos, looking bloody and bloody.
She took a breath and picked up the things again to look at them.
They are all photos, and they look like crime scenes, and every photo is bloody.
The last one said - murder to pay for life, debt to pay for money.
His thoughts paused for a moment, and then he realized that his knees hit the ground unconsciously, and he didn't get up even though it hurt.
She didn't recognize the person in the photo, but she could guess it. It was probably an on-site evidence collection after Song Yang killed someone.
My breathing was tight, and my chest was about to explode.
Kill someone and pay with your life!
Words like knives stabbed fiercely into her heart, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring behind her, forcing her not to dare to look up.
He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening.
"who!"
He looked up suddenly and met an unfamiliar face.
"Mr. Song, I'm cleaning. I'm just halfway through cleaning."
A woman in her fifties was carrying a bucket and a mop.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed up the things on the ground, and got up with difficulty.
"Is this thing Mr. Song's?" The cleaner suddenly pointed to the paper bag in Song Xiang's hand.