After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

She had just picked it up and was about to knock on the door to return it to the owner when she heard the ambiguous sounds of a man and a woman in the office again.

inside the door.

Song Huai pinched the woman's waist and looked at the person who was clinging to him with a half-smile, "Didn't I tell you it would be Friday night? You're so weird this week, looking for me for two days in a row? Did something happen to you, or are you itchy?"

The woman domineeringly pulled the ring off his ring finger and threw it on the ground, and no one knew where it rolled to.

At the same time, she bit his neck viciously, her tone cold and mocking: "Doesn't Third Brother feel the same way? On nights other than Monday and Friday, is it because Third Brother is a bitch that you don't push me away?"

She raised her face, with a hint of provocation in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Song Huai snorted lightly, his tone was neither hot nor cold: "So you came here tonight to deliberately lose my engagement ring to make me feel depressed? What do you say I should do if I can't find it?"

Song Zhi hugged his neck, stood on tiptoe, pressed his lips against his, and entangled with him: "Anyway, you have a hundred explanations to He Xintian, so don't worry about my life or death, Third Brother."

The man's voice was low and cold, and after being wrapped up in lust, there was a hint of sexiness. "I treated you with good intentions, but I made you so cruel, right?"

Song Zhi deliberately provoked him: "You are a wolf and I am a dog, we are a good match. After all, who would be a good third brother to sleep with his nominal sister? Third brother, do you want me to remind you that you are about to get engaged to He Xintian, but you are still unwilling to end our relationship and let me sleep with you. Does He Xintian know that you are so bad and such a scumbag?"

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled nonchalantly, as if teasing an ant that could be easily crushed to death. "Why, you want to expose me?"

"I won't do anything that hurts others and does not benefit myself."

After the words fell, the watch on his wrist began to tick.

One hour of treatment, time is up.

Song Zhi kissed him on the corner of his lips and left immediately. "It's time for treatment. Bye, Third Brother. I won't bother you next Monday. Tonight is the treatment in advance."

Song Huai laughed angrily, and when she was leaving, he grabbed her from behind, and whispered dangerously in her ear: "Who taught you how to tell time?"

"One hour is enough for me, but not for you?"

Song Zhi glanced sideways at his tall and superior nose.

It is said that men with high nose bridges are good. If once an hour is not enough, is that good? Of course, it is good.

Song Huai didn't say anything. He suddenly let go of her coldly, picked up the watch on the table and put it on again. He said in a particularly well-dressed manner: "The treatment time will be extended by one hour next Friday night."

Song Zhi is still particular. Although there is a lounge in his office, it is not as comfortable as a hotel.

She was reluctant: "Here? It's a bit depressing."

The man snorted playfully: "You are so particular."

Song Zhi frowned slightly: "I am very concerned about whether it is comfortable or not. After all, I am here to treat my illness, so it counts as spending money here, right?"

Consumption?

This word sounds really disgusting, why does it sound like P him?

The man glanced at her calmly and said, "Come to Repulse Bay to meet me next Friday night. You know the password."

Repulse Bay is a luxurious large flat purchased by Song Huai in the imperial capital.

He Xintian, who was about to get engaged to him, also knew about that house.

Song Zhi: "Are you sure? It wouldn't be nice if He Xintian saw you."

Song Huai replied calmly, "He Xintian won't come to me on Friday."

If he didn't understand this, he would never agree to get engaged to He Xintian. It was just a relationship of mutual benefit between two well-matched families, each taking what they wanted.

Song Zhi buttoned up his shirt, "Oh, that engagement ring..."

Song Huai didn't care: "It's lost, it's not worth much."

"..."

Song Zhi pushed the door open and walked out, and after taking a few steps, he met Qiao Yu in the corridor.

The two of them had some friendship before.

Qiao Yu was somewhat surprised about the relationship between Song Zhi and Song Huai, but she did not pry into other people's private affairs casually. Just now, she heard ambiguous voices between a man and a woman in Song Huai's office at the door, so she sat aside and waited without eavesdropping.

She asked Song Zhi: "Is this men's ring from Dr. Song? I just happened to pick it up at the door and wanted to ask him about Xiao Junxing's condition."

Song Zhi didn't try to hide it. He didn't feel embarrassed to be discovered. He also knew that Qiao Yu was not a person who would speak carelessly. He took the ring, looked at it, and said with a smirk, "It's his ring. He is free now. You can go ask him about Xiao Junxing's condition."

"……okay."

Qiao Yu was about to move forward.

Song Zhi paused and called her: "By the way, just now..."

Qiao Yu turned around and explained calmly: "I didn't see or hear anything."

Song Zhi smiled and explained for no reason: "He and I are not siblings, you don't have to be so shocked."

Qiao Yu looked at her sincerely and said, "I'm not shocked, really."

"Oh, by the way, I mean, if you and Mr. Bo still need psychological treatment, feel free to come to me. My business has been quite slow recently. If you have friends who need psychological counseling and psychological counseling, remember to help me get them."

Song Zhi took out a stack of business cards and handed them to her, like a solicitor.

Qiao Yu took the business card and couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

Song Zhi: "The introduction was successful. I'll treat you to a meal later."

"Row."

……

After asking about Xiao Junxing's condition, Qiao Yu stayed by his bedside for a long time.

She hadn't gotten enough sleep for several nights since Xiao Junxing fell ill. At this moment, she gently held the baby's hand and fell into a light sleep on the bed.

The phone vibrated again.

It was Xiao Xiangsi calling again.

She stood up, opened her sleepy eyes, answered the phone and asked, "Xiangsi, what's wrong?"

Little Xiangsi's childish voice was extremely excited: "Mom, I asked Brother Lingzhou, he said that leukemia can be treated with bone marrow transplants from relatives, and he can give mine to brother! This way, brother's illness will be cured!"

Qiao Yu was stunned...then came a dull pain in his heart and deep heartache.

She was unable to respond for a long time.

Xiao Xiangsi on the other end of the phone kept asking, "Mom, why don't you say anything? Am I wrong?"

Qiao Yu's eyes were red, and she smiled softly and said, "Little fool, if a bone marrow transplant from a relative can save your brother, we still have mom and dad to support us. We can't transplant your bone marrow anyway. Your bone marrow is not suitable for your brother."

Little Xiangsi was a little confused and asked with a sigh, "Really? But Chouchou and I are very close siblings! Is mine not allowed to do the same?"

"Of course not. Even if your bone marrow is suitable, I still need to think about it. Don't think about it. It's late. Go to sleep, baby."

Her little Xiangsi is still so young, but so brave and innocent.

Qiao Yu sat in a chair in the corridor, lost in thought.

Suddenly, Bo Hanshi's gentle and teasing low voice came from above his head: "Why are you sitting here alone and secretly dropping gold beans?"