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Soon we arrived at the hot pot restaurant, which was filled with aroma. A pot of hot pot was placed on the table, with red peppers and Sichuan peppercorns rolling in the pot, giving off an enticing aroma. Various ingredients were placed next to it, including tender beef, crispy tripe, fresh vegetables, and delicious fish balls.

Several people sat around the hot pot, putting aside their recent unpleasantness, chatting and enjoying the food, how happy they were!

Zhang Yiyan listened to their chat and boasting with a smile, taking a bite of watermelon. Suddenly, a peeled shrimp appeared in front of him, and Yan Junge smiled lovingly, "Ah~"

Seeing him eat, Yan Junge smiled and continued to peel shrimps, peeling a small bowl of shrimps, and dipped a few slices of meat in the clear soup, "Yanyan, these are all your favorites, come and I'll feed you."

"Wow, so sweet!" Those people started to make a noise and took all kinds of photos, making it very lively.

On the other side, Song Qing took a taxi to the hospital alone, holding his injured right hand. Although he looked calm, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

When she arrived at the hospital, she was still a little confused. She didn't know what to do for a while, and she stood outside stupidly without going in. Until Li Qian and Shen Ran showed up, took her to register, get treatment, and pay the fees.

She was like a puppet, doing whatever she was told until the stinging pain of cleaning the wound brought her back to reality.

The doctor told her that she was lucky that her tendons were not injured, otherwise it would affect the flexibility of her hands and she would never be able to do fine hand movements again.

This was undoubtedly a blow to her, waking her up, and she almost ruined her career.

Sitting in the hospital corridor, she regained consciousness and looked at her bandaged right hand. She warned herself not to have any more wild thoughts or do anything dangerous.

Suddenly her cell phone rang, and the moment she saw the message, her mind buzzed. She forced herself to stay calm and went to the bathroom to check the reply message, and left in a hurry when she came out.

Inside the tea room beside the city bureau

Song Qing had already drunk two cups of tea, but the person she had arranged to meet had not yet shown up. Suddenly she regretted coming here, and she took out her cell phone and looked at it again and again, then stood up. Just as she touched the door handle, she thought of something, and reluctantly sat back down, pouring herself a third cup of tea with an unpleasant look on her face.

Before the third cup of tea was finished, the door of the box finally opened, and a man in black clothes, a hat and a mask came in and sat down.

The man poured himself a cup of tea but did not drink it.

Song Qing had been staring at the man since he came in, his hands clenched tightly under the table, "What on earth do you want me to do? Didn't I tell you not to contact me again!"

The man finally had something. He placed a black wooden bottle on the table and spoke in a muffled voice that could not be heard. "We're having dinner tonight. Put the contents in Zhang Yiyan's food!"

"What is this?" Song Qing didn't touch the things on the table, but looked at the man warily. And a dinner party? How come she didn't know what a dinner party was?

But the man didn't answer her, he stood up and prepared to leave!

Song Qing said anxiously, "Wait! I won't do it if you don't tell me clearly what it is!"

"Song Qing, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. You have no right to choose!" The man grabbed the door handle and added, "Put away your little thoughts. I know everything you do. After the matter is done, I will take Zhang Yiyan away. This is not helping me, but me helping you!"

Before he left, the man looked back at her with contempt, his voice seemed to have become several degrees colder, "Look at your phone, you'll agree!"

The door of the box was closed, and Song Qing's straight back suddenly slumped. She stared at the bottle on the table. Everything happened so fast that she hadn't reacted yet, but the things on the table reminded her that they were all real!

She regretted it at this moment!

She regretted that she had been possessed by the devil and had concealed it instead of reporting it directly when the man approached her.

Later, she was bewitched and led Yan Junge out of the ward, leaving the man with an opportunity to take Zhang Yiyan away (content of Chapter 83).

No one had ever suspected her. Maybe Zhang Tianming had suspected her, but there was no evidence, so it was left unresolved. But she still felt bad about leaving a stain on her life, as long as no one found out. But the man appeared again and threatened her to do something. She hated such threats and was even more afraid that the matter would be made public.

Suddenly, the man's words flashed through my mind: cell phone? Dinner?

She hurriedly took out her phone, and frowned at the overwhelming messages. She clicked into several lively group chats, and except for occasional chats about work, they were basically talking about Yan Junge and Zhang Yiyan. There was no useful information, so she exited and clicked on the screenshots that others had taken for her. The more she looked, the more frightened she became!

[Hey, what’s going on, Lao Yan? Are you planning to get married? Why are you making it so grand! [Picture][Picture][Picture]]

[Why doesn't this bride show her face? Do I know her? ]

[Isn’t his girlfriend Song Qing from their bureau? ]

[I remember Song Qing had short hair, but this one has long straight black hair! Did she get hair extensions?]

[Ouch! If you guys hadn't switched to 2G network, you two would have broken up a long time ago. This is what Lao Yan will talk about later.]

[Oh my god, expand on this, expand on this, this old guy is really good, he doesn’t even have a buddy yet, he’s already broken up and found another one. ]

[I don’t know the details, but I know they broke up last year. I think it was Song Qing who proposed it.]

[Hey, hey, hey, why are you guys so gossipy? The case is closed? Why are you chatting so enthusiastically here? 】

[Do you understand the principle of combining work with rest? Besides, there is no one involved in the group, so it is rare to hear such a shocking piece of news! ]

【Boring~~~】

[Looking at her profile, she should be a beauty. I don't know how she ended up with Lao Yan. What a pity! What a pity! ]

[You can't eat grapes, so you say they're sour. What's wrong with Old Yan? He's just a little older, has a bad temper, and likes to show off. There are no other shortcomings! ]

[You are the real lemon! ]

【Ha ha ha ha! ! ! 】

[Hey, hey, hey, look, look, [picture][picture][picture][picture][picture]]

[The photo they just posted from their lunch gathering, the one next to Lao Yan must be his wife! ]

[Tsk tsk tsk, Old Yan's big claws are really in the way. They cover most of his face.]

[Look at this picture. This old guy's eyes are almost thread-like. ]

【Lao Yan is definitely in love,】

[Hahahaha! In a few photos, we didn’t see Lao Yan’s face. He was staring at his wife the whole time! ! ]

The screenshots ended here. The person on the other end was obviously more gossiping than caring. He asked if the person in the photo was Song Qing, and then asked if Song Qing knew who it was. Song Qing couldn't see clearly what else he said, so he just replied "No" and exited the chat.

At this moment, Song Qing felt a chill all over her body. She never expected that one day a bullet would circle around and hit her right between the eyebrows, leaving her with nowhere to escape!

After drinking the tea that had already gone cold in the cup, I checked my circle of friends, but there was no photo there. Did she block her?

Click on the photo in the enlarged screenshot again, and you will see a group of people in the photo, including Yan Junge, Zhang Yiyan, and Shen Ran, in a hot pot restaurant. In the group photo, Yan Junge tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yiyan with tenderness and affection, while the latter looked at the camera, but his body was held in Yan Junge's arms, with his big hands covering most of his face, obviously protecting the other person.

Is this the dinner party?

Why didn't you call yourself?