Song Xiang held his phone tightly and wanted a sure word, "It's OK, right?"
The sound was already a little pleading.
Xiang Shuyi twitched and said, "Song Xiang, I learned medical skills, not immortal skills."
After saying that, quiet.
Song Xiang took a breath and tried to relieve the tension all over her body.
"If there is a patient who needs me to see, I can help you." Xiang Shuyi probably noticed that her condition was wrong and added another sentence.
Song Xiang's voice became colder, "No need."
Thank you numbly and hung up the phone.
When she walked out of the hospital, the sunset was just right. She squinted her eyes and looked at it, but she was dizzy because of the thorn.
When she returned to the villa, the old housekeeper saw her going back early and said with a smile on her face to say what to eat tonight. She reluctantly responded, but felt that she weighed a thousand pounds under her feet and didn't know how to go upstairs.
I fell on the bed, and the pictures kept flashing in my mind.
Allergies are inherited.
My mom can't eat fish and shrimp, but I can.
Song Xiang, you don’t look like your mother at all.
If your father doesn't come back, he might not want you.
You had cerebellar palsy when you were a child.
...
Various sounds were dug out from the depths of her memory, which made her feel a headache.
The butler came to knock on the door, but she didn't even notice.
After a long time, it was pitch black outside the window, the door of the room was opened, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached.
Song Xiang opened his eyes and realized who it was.
The visitor hugged her and asked, "The housekeeper said you seem unhappy. Who messed with Mr. Song?"
Song Xiang used his fingers to force his nails and his nails were deeply trapped in the pillow.
Turning around, his hair pressed on the pillow was messy, Yan Li Han helped her to sort it out, and his movements were natural.
Song Xiang stared at him, exploring what was in his eyes, silent.
Yan Lihan met her gaze and stopped subconsciously, "What's wrong?"
"Did you get rid of my aunt?"
The world seemed to be frozen in an instant.
The lingering in Yan Li Han's eyes frozen in an instant, and he held Song Xiang's arm and stiffened unconsciously.
"yes."
Song Xiang moved, his throat was dry, "Why?"
“I don’t like someone 'blacking' you.”
"That's not blackmail. I agree to give them money. I hope they will meet my mom."
Yan Li Han's expression remained unchanged, and he held up his body, and said casually: "A relative who has not seen him for many years can easily stimulate your mother."
Song Xiang raised his hand, covered his eyes, and said hoarsely: "You guessed it's true. I asked the cleaning lady to pretend to be my aunt, which really stimulated my mother."
Her voice was smooth, without any fluctuations.
Yan Lihan was silent for a moment and wanted to get up.
Suddenly, Song Xiang raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.
Four eyes are opposite.
There was silence in each other's eyes, like two abysses, staring at each other.
Yan Lihan first withdrew his gaze and tried to take Song Xiang's hand away, "I'll ask the butler to deliver the dinner."
Song Xiang shook his head, "I'm not hungry."
As he said that, he still stared at Yan Lihan.
"Did you hide something from me?"
She actually wanted to ask, have you investigated it a long time ago and have you found something?
The Adam's apple slid up and down, his face calmed down, but his breathing sank secretly.
If it were anyone, he wouldn't have been so cautious.
But when he met Song Xiang's eyes, he felt unsure and told her what consequences would be. He had imagined countless versions, each of which was a dead end, and there was no way to crack it.