Shi Yan's eyes were cold, not cold, but distant and cold.
Song Jing lowered her eyes indifferently, covering the scarlet at the end of her eyes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the sofa next to her with bare feet to get her own clothes, turned around and was about to go to the bathroom to change out of her sweatshirt.
Shi Yan reached out and grabbed her wrist, "What? You don't want to say a word?"
Song Jing lowered his eyes and glanced at the palms on his wrists, his throat rolled, and the anger in his chest rose up, "Stop the consultation fee."
"How many knots?" Shi Yan asked.
"Whatever you think your life is worth, just marry him." Song Jing's hand holding the clothes had already been clenched into a fist, "Let go."
"Why are you here?" Not only did Shi Yan not let go, his grip on Song Jing's wrist tightened even more.
"Well, I shouldn't have come." Song Jing suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and a cold anger appeared on his beautiful face.
Whether Shi Yan lives or dies is none of her business!
Even if she were to come, she would come back with an order worth one billion yuan and use the money to save people, which would make everyone feel comfortable.
But in the end, she didn't take the order, didn't get any money, and was labeled a seducer.
The more Song Jing thought about it, the more irritable he became, and the ends of his eyes were all red.
Shi Yan's arm suddenly exerted force, turning Song Jing's entire body to face him, "Why don't you look at me and speak? What are you afraid of?"
"Song Jing, aren't you afraid of everything? You don't even care about your own life, so why don't you dare to look at me?"
"You're afraid that your eyes will reveal the secret in your heart, right?"
"You actually don't have any engagement at all, do you?"
When Shi Yan asked the question at the end, his voice was soft and hoarse, with that kind of tentative caution.
"I didn't do anything about the news about the engagement. Mr. Shi is so capable. He can tell if it's true just by checking. Why do you still need to ask me?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows, and his slightly raised voice was coldly sarcastic.
"Except for the first time I met you at Baifu Mall and asked Lao Xiang to check a little bit, I haven't checked a word about you." Shi Yan slowly exhaled, "I don't need to know anything about you.
Is there any secret? All I want to know is how you feel about me."
"Song Jing, this is the last time. If you say that you have no feelings for me at all, then every time I, Shi Yan, appear in front of you, it will be my fault."
"you say."
Shi Yan suddenly let go of Song Jing's wrist and even took a few steps back to the safe distance between men and women.
He stopped talking and just waited for Song Jing's answer.
The strength and warmth on his wrist suddenly disappeared, Song Jing's heart suddenly twitched, and his lowered eyelashes trembled.
The room fell into silence, and the cold aura of both of them made the air in the entire bedroom gradually condense. Shi Yan's eyes also gradually returned to coldness from the hint of expectation at the beginning.
Any emotion that you don't have the courage to blurt out is not profound.
Sometimes, silence is not acquiescence, but a weighing of pros and cons.
Ha! This is his territory. Song Jing remained silent and did not say it directly, probably because he was afraid that if he angered him, he would get into trouble.
Although everyone said that Shi Yan would do whatever it took to achieve his goals, he still had not reached the point where he had to rob a little girl.
Shi Yan swallowed deeply the depression that surged up in his chest, raised his hand and pulled off the medicine string with a dull and indifferent expression, "I only wear things on my wrist that my wife gave me, and I will use this medicine string."
No. Does Dr. Song prefer checks or cash? You go to the side hall and wait a moment, I will have someone deliver it to you."
"You can transfer the money directly." Song Jing lowered his head and stared at the medicine rope he handed over without taking it.
"Okay." Shi Yan nodded in agreement, "I'll have someone transfer the money to you."
Song Jing's fingertips trembled.
He has her contact information. He used to transfer money directly to her, but now he lets others transfer money. Has he really drawn a clear line?
Song Jing slowly exhaled and took the medicine rope from him, "Thank you, Master Shi."
Song Jing squeezed the medicine string tightly, took his clothes and went into the bathroom. After a while, he changed his clothes and came out. Shi Yan was no longer in the bedroom, and Xiang Wenxing was waiting at the door of the bedroom.
Song Jing threw the sweatshirt he changed into into the trash can, picked up his bag and walked out.
Xiang Wenxing saw her coming out and took the initiative to apologize, "Sister Jing, I'm sorry, I didn't know that your relationship with Brother Yan hasn't been settled yet. I brought you here on my own initiative. If you are angry, I will let you beat me."
I'll beat you until you calm down."
Did Shi Yan reprimand Xiang Wenxing not to bring her to his yard and bedroom?
The prince of the Shi family is indeed a big shot who makes the entire imperial capital tremble every time he sneezes. He does everything neatly and quickly.
Song Jing lowered his eyes indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you. Shi Yan... Master Shi asked you to pay for the consultation?"
"Yes...yeah." Xiang Wenxing still kept smiling. He was confused now. He didn't know what the two big guys were arguing about. Was this a quarrel between the young couple before, or was it a conflict between the two of them?
Is there no chance at all?
Song Jing took out his mobile phone and clicked on the payment code: "I haven't said the specific price. You can transfer as much as you think Master Shi's life is worth."
How does this make him feel?
Of course their brother Yan’s life is priceless!
The corner of Xiang Wenxing's mouth twitched, "Sister Jing, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for it even if I sell myself."
Song Jing glanced at him, sneered, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and walked away.
"Sister Jing, wherever you go, I'll take you there."
"Need not."
"Where's the training?"
"I'll let Yan Yaoyang take over." Song Jing left Shi Yan's house without looking back and took a taxi on the road using a taxi app.
Song Jing got in the car, clicked on the chat page with Shi Yan, and transferred 188,888 yuan, with the room fee noted in the transfer content. Then he transferred another 50,000 yuan, with the price of the sweater noted in the transfer content.
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After transferring the two amounts of money, she clicked on Shi Yan's avatar and deleted her friend directly.
After finishing this series, Song Jing stuffed his phone back into his pocket and turned to look out the car window at the green belt beside the receding highway.
"Little girl, there are tissues in the box hanging behind the seat." The driver was an uncle who looked to be in his fifties. "Hey, you are still young, and there is still a long way to go in life. It's okay to encounter one or two difficulties.
Yes. Stop crying, everything will get better in the future."
The look on Song Jing's face was startled. He raised his hand and touched his eyes, and his fingertips really felt wet.
She didn't know how to react.
She has never shed tears since her parents died.
Making herself stronger, continuing the genetic research that her parents had not completed during their lifetime, and tracing the cause of their parents' death, everything was so busy that she ignored her own emotions.
She never thought that she would shed tears again, and she didn't even notice when the tears rolled out of her eyes.
"Thank you, Master." Song Jing thanked him politely, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
The car finally stopped at the entrance of a nursing home. Song Jing paid and got out of the car, sorted out the emotions on his face, and then walked into the nursing home.
This is a high-end private sanatorium, built near mountains and rivers, with a quiet and elegant environment. Every patient recuperating here has his own independent cabin and small courtyard.
Song Jing walked forward in a familiar manner and met a nurse. The nurse nodded to her with a smile, "Miss Song came to see Mr. You again. You two have a really good relationship."
Song Jing smiled and said, "Is he by the lake or in the yard?"
"I'm reading in my old place by the lake."
"Thank you." Song Jing walked to the lake with his backpack.
For the sake of safety, the lakeside of the sanatorium was deliberately paved with stones, and the water surface around the lake was paved with a shallow water area four to five meters away.
The water of the lake is crystal clear, and the wind blows across the lake, creating ripples layer upon layer.
Under a willow tree by the lake, a man wearing a simple cotton and linen shirt was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning back on the chair and looking down at the book in his hand.
The long hair that reached his shoulders fell slightly, blocking his unrivaled beauty.
Song Jing stood and watched quietly for a while before walking forward and calling him, "Wen Ze."