Quick Travel: Accidentally captured that sickly villain

Lu Zhiqing took Lianyu's car back to the capital in the morning, but it was not until evening that Lu's mother went to the hospital to pick her up.

This was also the first time she saw her mother after returning to China.

The woman in front of her was as strong as in her memory, her haughty eyes made Lu Zhiqing feel extraordinarily cold, seeing her injured daughter, Mother Lu's first words were not caring, but questioning why she became like this.

Lu Zhiqing didn't hide anything, and wrote down what happened in detail, and showed it to her.

"Li Jiang?" Mother Lu twitched the corners of her mouth angrily, "You were made into this by a woman with such a low status?"

"Useless things."

Lu Zhiqing was obviously used to Mother Lu's scolding, she lowered her head and didn't say a word.

"At first I thought that Song Jiyan had some affection for you, so I wanted you to get close, and let him make way for your father when something happens. I didn't expect him to even talk to you. If this is the case, you can wait at ease. Marry with the Gu family."

Lu Zhiqing raised her head abruptly, her eyes were full of horror.

She picked up the pen tremblingly, and wrote in a panic: "No, Mom, I don't want to marry him."

The person she likes is Song Jiyan.

Mother Lu had already stood up from the sofa, leaving no room for discussion: "There is no need to discuss this matter."

When Li Jiang went back, Song Jiyan still didn't come back.

She wanted to make a phone call to ask, but after thinking about it, she put down the phone.

While lying on the bed, she took a look at Song Jiyan's current trust value in her. After passing Weiyi Mountain and his party, the trust value has reached the passing line.

The progress is faster than expected.

While he was in a daze, the phone rang.

It was Song Jiyan calling.

Li Jiang got connected, and before he could speak, he heard the low and pleasantly surprised voice of the man on the opposite side: "Are you still asleep?"

"Just lay down. Li Jiang replied.

"I'm not in Liangcheng these two days. I can only go back on Tuesday. You have to take good care of yourself. Aunt Zhang will be there tomorrow. You can go home if you don't want to be at school."

The man exhorted him sentence by sentence, as if he was taking care of a child.

Li Jiang felt that this feeling was very strange, so he said hello in a low voice.

Before hanging up the phone, the person opposite suddenly called her name seriously.

"Li Jiang."

The hoarse tone, like gravel falling into the moon bay, shattered the tranquility on the surface, sinking into the buried seabed forever.

Li Jiang's heart seemed to be scratched inadvertently, and she let go of the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and hummed lightly.

Song Jiyan asked her: "Will you... be here all the time?"

There was silence on the phone, no sound at all.

Song Jiyan already got the answer.

she won't.

"Sir, our contract is only for one year."

What about after that year?

Song Jiyan originally wanted to ask another question, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into a sentence: "I see, take a good rest and wait for me to come back."

Li Jiang was still puzzled until he hung up the phone.

I always felt that the Song Jiyan just now was a little different from before.

"Young master, the old man is awake and I want you to come over." The butler knocked on the door of Song Jiyan's room.

The man stood in front of the window for an unknown how long, when the howling cold wind hit, but he didn't even move his fingertips.

Hearing the housekeeper's words, Song Jiyan left the room directly and went up to the third floor.

There were several private doctors in white coats standing in the bedroom. The hair of the old man on the bed was already gray, but his eyes were extremely shrewd, not haggard.

Seeing Song Jiyan coming in, he screened everyone in the room away.

After the door was closed, the old man took the water glass on the bedside table and threw it at the man.

Song Jiyan stood where he was, motionless.

The water glass hit his forehead, a puddle of blood smeared on it, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Song Changyuan looked at him coldly, "I heard that you recently raised a woman?"

The bloodstains slid down the man's cheeks, shocking and sinful.

The old man's words continued: "Don't forget who you really are and what identity you are standing outside!"

Probably because he was too angry, he coughed a few times.

Song Jiyan wiped the blood from his forehead, and finally slowly raised his eyes.

Seeing the disgust in the old man's eyes, he smiled slightly and tore off all disguises, like hell Satan:

"Grandpa, don't forget, I'm not your well-behaved grandson. I don't have any moral values, right and wrong, just like a mad dog, I can do anything."