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Chapter 1757 Becoming more and more reticent

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    This was the patient's biological brother, so the medical staff naturally had to ask him what he meant first. Song Zian looked at the screaming Song Zirou in the car and was silent for a moment. He turned away somewhat unbearably and turned away somewhat unbearably.  "Give her a little sedative."

    Song Zirou¡¯s screams became even shriller, and the screams were mixed with curses and begging for mercy. Song Zian couldn¡¯t bear to look away.

    But how could Song Zirou alone be able to withstand several people? In the end, she was caught and injected with sedatives.

    Her screams gradually stopped, and she was finally helped into the car by the medical staff. Before getting into the car, her eyes were still fixed on Song Zian and Qing Ran, the hatred in her eyes almost turned into reality.

    Song Zian¡¯s lips moved as if he wanted to say something to him, but in the end he said nothing and just watched the medical staff help Song Zirou up.

    Song Zian asked them to wait. They nodded, closed the door and waited quietly in the car.

    He looked at Qingran and said, "Qingran, can I have a chat with you alone?"

    Qingran raised his eyes and glanced at her. His voice was a little calm, and there was no emotion in it. "Whatever you want to tell me, just say it here. You don't have to talk in private, and there's nothing that others can't hear."

    Song Zian smiled self-deprecatingly, "You're right. There's really nothing that others can't listen to."

    "You have also seen Zirou's current condition. Her mental condition is not very good. I arranged for her to live in other places for a while, but this month it got a little worse and she was sent to the hospital again. I don't know tonight.  Why did he suddenly run out of it and run to you? I'm really sorry."

    "She also damaged some things in your car. Don't worry, I will compensate you."

    The night wind blew up her lightly dyed hair, and a few strands were blown to her face. She stretched out her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, "It's not a particularly big loss, so you don't have to pay compensation."

    "Mr. Song, is there anything else you can do?"

    Song Zian looked at Qing Ran¡¯s face almost greedily. Hearing this, his fingers curled up slightly, "There is nothing more to say"

    "I want to say a few words to you. Of course, you don't have to listen. This is everyone's freedom."

    "What do you want to say to me?"

    "Song Zirou, it doesn't look like she's very crazy. You should try your best to cure her. If you can't cure her, then you have a clear conscience, right?"

    ¡°I didn¡¯t refuse to be treated¡­¡±

    Qingran smiled and said no more on the matter, "I've said almost everything that needs to be said. Mr. Song, you'd better go back as soon as possible. They are all waiting for you."

    Song Zian nodded silently. Qingran didn't want to talk to her anymore. He walked to the car and wanted to open the door and get into the driver's seat.

    "Qingran." Song Zian suddenly called her from behind.

    Qingran turned around and looked.

    Song Zian looked at her deeply, and seemed to see them through time.

    A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a touch of sadness, "It's nothing, I just want to call your name."

    Qingran looked away, with a calm expression, and sat on the driver's seat. The two maids also got in and drove away immediately.

    Song Zian watched the car go away until it completely disappeared from his sight.

    There have been many times before that he watched Qing Ran¡¯s car leave like this, but his state of mind at that time was completely different from his current state of mind.

    He had never thought before that he would be separated from Qingran.

    Song Zian closed his eyes, and the medical staff from the mental hospital said before getting into the car, "Let's go."

    The driver responded, started the engine, and followed the car.

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    The Wuxue Clubhouse is operating as usual.

    Tang Hong was sitting on the leather sofa, playing with the jade handle with his slender fingers, looking a little careless.

    Not far away from him, two girls were sitting together, chatting enthusiastically.

    The news that Mrs. Song had framed Qing Ran was still not contained. Even though the Song family tried their best to block the news, it was still leaked and became the talk of the town after dinner.

    Their voices were originally very low, but as they said this, their voices gradually became louder. Tang Hong heard some of it and looked over there with interest.

    "Boss." Jane sat next to Tang Hong, her eyes flashing with gossip, "Do you know what I just got?"

    Tang HongdanHe glanced at her indifferently and said, "Photos of your ex-boyfriend?"

    "Boss, are you talking nonsense again? Where did my ex-boyfriend come from?" Jian smiled and took out a few photos from her bag, waved them in front of Tang Hong, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "These are all  It¡¯s about Miss Qingran, boss, do you want to read it?¡±

    When he looked back at her, his eyes were a little cold.

    Jane shuddered, then smiled brightly and handed over the photo in her hand, "Someone took this not long ago. I wanted to send it out to the public, but it was intercepted by the people below, so I want to take it.  Show it to the boss."

    Tang Hong glanced at the photo Jian handed over like a charity.

    Because it was night, the photos were not very clear.

    There is a man and a woman in the photo, and a bit of a car is also captured. From the photo, only a small half of the man's face can be seen, but most of the woman's face is exposed. They look very close to each other. Jian Zhengyang  He tilted his head, as if quietly listening to the man in front of him.

    It¡¯s obvious that the woman in the photo is lightly dyed.

    "If this man is someone else, I don't think it's a big deal. After all, many photos nowadays can show a bit of ambiguity, but the man in the photo is Song Zian, Miss Qingran's ex-fianc¨¦."

    Jane showed him the next photo and encouraged him: "Boss, after reading these photos, don't you want to say something?"

    "What do you want me to say?"

    Jane kept staring at the expression on Tang Hong's face in confusion, and found that he didn't particularly care about his appearance at this time, so she couldn't help but touch her chin, "Did I think wrong, boss, you don't actually have that intention for Miss Qingran?  "

    "What are you thinking wrong?" A young man sat down next to Jian. Because he was worried that Tang Hong was also there, he didn't sit too close to Jian. He was still about fifty centimeters away from Jian.

    "It's nothing, I was just talking casually, saying that my boss has become more and more stoic, and I don't know which girl he is interested in."

    The young master said: "Mr. Tang is busy with work and can't take care of it for a while. There are also these things."

    ¡°The intensity of work now is not much different from before, but it is a little worse in some places¡±

    Tang Hong looked at her with a colder look than before, "I think you are tired of staying in Kyoto and want to go shopping elsewhere." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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