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Song Qinrong slept until late at night before getting up.
She rubbed her head, but she was still groggy.
I simply planned to go outside and wash my face.
She walked into the bathroom and as soon as she turned on the faucet, her eyes were attracted by her pig's hoof wrapped in bandages.
In an instant, the scene of being pressed down by Fu Sichen and having to be bandaged in the hospital during the day, and the scene of Fu Sichen leading her to have a forcible examination, all came to mind.
Song Qinrong took a deep breath, and then another.
Still couldn¡¯t hold it back.
I rushed back to my room, turned on my computer, and typed a few codes on the keyboard.
A chat dialog box suddenly appeared.
Song Qinrong typed out a few words: "How is the investigation going?"
Two seconds later, a voice message popped up on the computer.
She put on her earphones and spoke in a very cold tone: "It's been three days. When did Spades become so slow in doing things?"
She turned on the voice changer and could not tell the difference between men and women, let alone the gender.
But the other party still clearly heard the anger in her words.
The other party was silent and said a little aggrievedly: "It's not like there's no progress at all The younger ones in the Song family have all found out.
Song Hongwen¡¯s family is now mainly engaged in the entertainment industry and has little interest in antiques, calligraphy and paintings.
Song Hongyang¡¯s mind is full of women, and he usually just follows his brother to pick up some leftovers.
As for Mrs. Song, she was a poor orphan who fled to the capital. After much deliberation, "Yao Chi Leng" could only be written by Mr. Song. "
"So." Song Qinrong said lightly, "After talking for a long time, you still don't have a definite conclusion?"
How long will she stay in the capital?
Fu Sichen now wants her to do a full body examination as soon as he catches her. It had only been three days, but she had already been forced to jump off the fifth floor.
How can she hide next time? Could she be asked to jump off a cliff?
Song Qinrong¡¯s scalp went numb when she thought of this.
It¡¯s better to quickly find out who owns "Yao Chi Leng" so that we can leave the Song family as soon as possible!
"This, isn't this narrowing the scope, but it's not confirmed yet, oops, it's probably in the hands of Mr. Song anyway"
The other party¡¯s voice became softer and softer, and he had no confidence.
Song Qinrong sneered: "Three days. I'll give you three more days. After three days, if there is no definite news, you can come and see me."
After finishing speaking, he did not wait for the other party to answer, and directly blocked the voice.
"Three days?"
The man looked at the voice that hung up, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
It seems that there will soon be another ghost of injustice in this world.
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The next day, Song Qinrong finished breakfast, but Zhao Shuying had not yet come downstairs.
Mrs. Chen muttered with a worried look on her face: "Why is the old lady so sleepy recently? She used to wake up very early."
Meng Yali also frowned: "However, I don't seem to be so afraid of the cold recently."
Song Qinrong raised the corners of her lips.
Since she changed her medicine, Zhao Shuying¡¯s energy is no longer slowly draining away, and she naturally won¡¯t sleep as well as before.
For patients, a good night's sleep is more effective than any panacea.
Thinking of this, Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows slightly.
She finished drinking the milk in the cup and was about to get up when she heard Meng Yali say apologetically.
"By the way Rongrong, Yiyi was rushing to go to class in the morning, so she asked Lao Zhang to see her off. Why don't you take a taxi today?"
If Zhao Shuying were here, Meng Yali would definitely take the initiative to call a car for Song Qinrong.
But now that she is gone, Meng Yali is too lazy to worry about it.
Song Qinrong nodded nonchalantly and walked out of the door.
The old house is located in a remote place and it is not easy to drive a car. She was just about to take out her mobile phone to order one when a familiar black phantom slowly crossed her path.
The car window was lowered, revealing Fu Sichen's delicate profile. He turned his head and clasped the steering wheel with his long fingers: "Get in the car."
For a moment, Song Qinrong had a tragic feeling that she would jump off the cliff the next second.
She instinctively took a step back.
Fu Sichen pursed his lips and said, "I'll take you to school."
I¡¯m not taking you to the hospital.
"Really?" Song Qinrong didn't believe it.
"Come up."?
Seeing the vigilance in the girl's eyes, Fu Sichen sighed resignedly and said in a low voice, "I don't want to force you to jump from the fifth floor again."
Song Qinrong frowned and stared at the man's face, with a serious expression that didn't look fake.
She fairly understands Fu Sichen's character.
If he says he won¡¯t force her, then he really won¡¯t force her anymore.
Thinking of this, Song Qinrong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door and got in: "Thank you very much, Teacher Fu."
A faint smile appeared on Fu Sichen's face.
He turned the steering wheel, and after the car turned beautifully, it headed towards the school.
Song Qinrong was sitting in the passenger seat.
Without the pressure of a full-body examination, she felt relaxed.
Finally, for the first time since their reunion, I had the thought of appreciating the beauty of the man in front of me.
On weekdays, Fu Sichen always exudes an aura of arrogance and coldness. Coupled with his iceberg face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, he can often keep people away thousands of miles away.
But now Song Qinrong discovered that Fu Sichen's whole temperament would change so drastically when he was driving.
No matter the speed is fast or slow, there are many or few cars on the road, he always exudes a careless smell.
The fingers with clear joints were tapping the steering wheel, with a vague smile on his face.
The more Song Qinrong looked at it, the stronger the inexplicable sense of familiarity felt in her heart.
Where has she seen Fu Sichen driving?
She was about to ask when she suddenly saw a sharp flash in Fu Sichen's eyes, the steering wheel suddenly turned, and the car changed lanes and accelerated.
"What's wrong?" She had a bad intuition.
Fu Sichen's tone was still calm: "Someone is chasing us."
The movements of the hands were neither urgent nor slow, but the speed of the car was getting faster and faster.
Song Qinrong glanced at the rearview mirror and found that there were indeed several cars driving on the road behind her.
The car had not left the suburbs for long, and there were not many cars on the road, which made the few cars chasing them stand out.
Song Qinrong's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she began to dig something out of her schoolbag. While digging, she asked, "Who did you offend?"
Fu Sichen chuckled: "It should be you."
??The people in Beijing who dare to cause trouble for the fourth young master of the Fu family are probably not even born yet.
Song Qinrong was silent for a moment, as if she had indeed offended many people recently.
Thinking of this, her hands moved faster.
She took out a pen with one hand and pressed the car window with the other. In order to poke the car behind her more accurately, she even unbuckled her seat belt.
Fu Sichen¡¯s expression changed: ¡°Fasten your seat belt!¡±
"Soon." Song Qinrong didn't have time to explain, and she had already thrown away the pens in her hand one after another.
Fu Sichen saw this scene in the rearview mirror and his eyes sank: "Were you the one at the airport that day?"
"Um."
Song Qinrong instantly understood the intention of the other party's question and curved her lips into a smile.
After throwing away the pen, she saw that the speed of the car behind her had obviously slowed down. She turned back with satisfaction and was about to sit down when her eyes suddenly widened.
They saw two large trucks speeding toward them on the not-so-wide road in front of them.