Flash marriage and kidnap a big guy to be her husband

night.

Song Cheng was still busy with the handover in the study.

Ye Shen lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, got up abruptly, and got out of bed to go to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.

But as soon as he reached the first floor, Ye Shen saw Song Zhishu sitting on the sofa.

Ye Shen stared blankly, then walked forward quickly, sat in front of Song Zhishu, and held her hands.

"Mom, why is it so late, why don't you go to bed?" Ye Shen lowered his voice to the lowest level and asked.

A voice came from his ear, and Song Zhishu came back to his senses.

Seeing the worry in Ye Shen's eyes, she forced a smile, "Mom is fine, Mom just can't sleep."

Seeing this, Ye Shen felt a twinge of distress in his heart.

"Shen Shen, recently I always think about the past, the days when Zhiyuan and I fell in love, it's been decades."

"I still remember that in order to make me happy, he ran two kilometers to buy my favorite sugar-fried chestnuts. Although the chestnuts were already cold when I received them, my heart was warm."

"Another time, I was punished by my teacher to write a self-criticism. In the end, he wrote the self-criticism for me."

Song Zhishu rambled on for a long time, seeing her nostalgic look, Ye Shen reluctantly interrupted.

"Actually, there are many things, but I can't remember them all."

Hearing this, Ye Shen's eyes turned red, and he held her in his arms: "Mom, don't think about it if you can't remember it. Let's think about it later. I will help you go back to bed first."

Hearing this, Song Zhishu smiled: "If I don't think about it, I should go to sleep too. If I sleep, maybe Zhiyuan and I will be together forever."

inside the room.

Ye Shen was sitting by the bed, seeing Song Zhishu's sleeping state, she quietly walked out of the bedroom.

Back in the room, Ye Shen always felt that her heart was not at ease. She crossed her arms and walked up and down in the room.

Song Cheng pushed the door open and saw that Ye Shen was still awake, so he couldn't help asking in doubt, "Shen Shen, why is it so late, why are you still awake?"

Song Cheng's voice came from behind his ears, and Ye Shen quickly turned around and pulled him to sit beside the bed.

"Ah Cheng, just now in the lobby, Mom told me a lot about the past, and I always felt that something was wrong. She said that she would be with Dad forever after sleeping. What do you mean by that?"

Hearing this, Song Cheng frowned, and then he stood up abruptly, his eyes completely flustered.

"No, Mom is going to commit suicide!"

Song Cheng quickly ran out of the bedroom, and Ye Shen hurriedly followed behind.

The moment Song Cheng pushed open the door, he saw Song Zhishu half-sitting on the bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand to cut off his wrist.

"Mom, don't!!"

Song Cheng roared angrily, and rushed forward to grab the knife from her hand, but Song Zhishu wanted to go crazy and waved the knife around.

Song Cheng was afraid that she would hurt him, so he had received many knives on his arms.

Ye Shen was also very frightened, and it was useless to go forward to persuade him to grab the knife.

At this time, Song Lin and Song Du were also woken up, and when they saw the scene in the bedroom, they were also taken aback.

The two stepped forward to help, and only then took the knife from Song Zhishu's hand.

Song Zhishu lost his knife, and his spirit broke out completely. He picked up the things on the side and started to beat them.

All of a sudden, the originally clean bedroom became chaotic.

Seeing this, Song Lin took out a tranquilizer from the medicine cabinet beside her and gave her an injection.

Soon, Song Zhishu became quiet.

Seeing Song Zhishu fell on the ground, he stepped forward to hug Song Zhishu, and took her back to his bedroom to rest.

Lobby.

Song Du was bandaging Song Cheng's wound.

Ye Shen looked at the shocking scars on Song Cheng's arm, tears could not stop falling down.

Seeing this, Song Cheng quickly comforted him, "Don't cry deeply, I'm fine, I'll be fine in a few days from this injury."

After a while, Song Cheng's wound was bandaged.

The hall once again fell into a silent atmosphere.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

This is undoubtedly worse.

Song Lin sat on the single sofa, frowning, and his face was full of sorrow.

At that time, Ye Shen had already adjusted her mood. Looking at the three people who did not say a word, she slowly said: "Brother, you have also seen it now. Because of Dad's illness, Mom's condition has relapsed again. Otherwise, we will find someone for you." A psychiatrist?"

"Let her live at home and enlighten mom from time to time, maybe mom will come out slowly."

Hearing this, Song Lin immediately refused, "No, the psychiatrist is what Mom hates the most."

"When she was young, once her condition relapsed, Dad found a psychiatrist and came back, but instead of recovering, her condition worsened."

Ye Shen lowered his head, but there was no other way.

At this time, Jiang Li came out of the kitchen with coffee.

"You guys have a cup of coffee to refresh yourself first, and you have to think about the solution slowly, so don't worry."

Jiang Li distributed the coffee to everyone, and said in relief.

Because Song Cheng's arm was injured, he couldn't hold the coffee at all, so Ye Shen fed him to drink.

Several people spent the whole night in the hall, but they didn't think of a good way.

"Let's go back to the house and rest first. Let's talk about the solution tomorrow. If you don't rest well today, you won't have the energy to take care of your parents tomorrow."

"Mom is taking a sedative now, and there will be no trouble tonight."

Hearing this, several people nodded in agreement.

Back in the bedroom, Ye Shen leaned against Song Cheng, looking at the bandage on his arm with a guilty expression on his face.

In fact, in the room just now, Song Zhishu was about to slash her face twice, and it was Song Cheng who blocked it for her.

Song Cheng lowered his eyes to see Ye Shen's expression, he possessed himself and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Shen Shen, don't blame yourself. If you didn't find out early today, Mom might have cut her wrist and committed suicide. I should thank you."

"Besides, my injury is not serious, and it will recover in a few days."

Ye Shen stretched out his arms to hug Song Cheng: "Ah Cheng, go to sleep, don't think about what happened tonight."

Hearing this, Song Cheng nodded in agreement.

The next day.

Before dawn, Ye Shen woke up.

That night, she didn't sleep well, and had several nightmares intermittently, all about Song Zhishu.

Seeing that Song Cheng was still sound asleep, Ye Shen put on his robe and walked out of the room.

When she came to the room where Song Zhishu was sleeping, she quietly pushed the door and walked in. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Li sitting by the bed.

"Sister Jiang Li, why are you here?!" A look of surprise appeared in Ye Shen's eyes, and he walked forward and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Li smiled, lowered his voice and said, "I'm worried about Mom, I can't sleep anyway, so I'll come and see her."

"Xiao Shen, since you're here, just sit here and watch. I'll go down and cook. Mom likes the food I cook for her the most."

"Okay, Sister Jiang Li." Ye Shen responded.

The bedroom became quiet again.

Ye Shen sat on the edge of the bed, held Song Zhishu's hand and kept stroking it. Seeing her frowning, she felt very distressed.