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Wen Ying frowned, not understanding what he meant.

"Are you asleep?"

Wen Ying was stunned. He actually thought he was really going to sell it? Then he reached out and slapped Song Jingming on the face.

Song Jingming could hide, but he didn't. He felt the pain coming from his cheek, scratched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and laughed: "Wen Ying, my mother didn't even hit me, but you hit me twice."

Wen Ying said with a cold face: "Mr. Song is also the only one in the world who was beaten by me."

Wen Ying has never dared to hit anyone. He has only been beaten since he was a child, and even when he was beaten, he did not dare to fight back.

Why did she dare to hit Song Jingming? Was it because she knew in her heart that Song Jingming would not fight back? So there is nothing to fear.

The entanglement and pain in her heart reached its peak at this moment, and she just wanted to run away. But with him standing in front of her, she couldn't push away Song Jingming's strong body.

The more she pushed, the closer they came.

"Mr. Song, please respect yourself! Don't forget that you have a girlfriend! You two were hugging each other at the school gate just now!"

"Cuddle and cuddle, you are your girlfriend? What about sleeping with her?"

Song Jingming's eyes were filled with a playful smile, he licked the sore corner of his mouth and looked at Wen Ying who was huddled in the corner.

Wen Ying didn't know why a person who used to be so serious in speech was so rogue today, biting his lips and not replying. Trying to wait for an opportunity to run out from under his arms.

Song Jingming saw through her little thoughts, took a step forward, leaned against her, and let her slap his chest randomly.

He leaned down, buried his head in Wen Ying's neck, and said softly: "Wen Ying, tell me. What did you do tonight?"

His voice was extremely sad, as if he had been shot through by a gun. He was so weak that he couldn't breathe, and he looked like he would collapse at any time.

Wen Ying suddenly felt distressed, stopped struggling, and froze in place.

Song Jingming opened his hands and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body. He gasped heavily, but his voice was extremely soft: "I said, I have emotional mysophobia. Tell me what you did tonight . Hearing it from your own mouth, I gave up."

Wen Ying heard his hoarse voice in her ears, and the pain in her heart came one after another, trying to bury her.

Now she just wants him to give up. He gave up and everything got back on track. Nor does she need to fantasize about difficult, unrealistic love.

Yes, just give up. Wen Ying said numbly: "I did what I had to do, Mr. Song should understand."

His breath hitched.

Then he let go of his hand stiffly, his face was pale and sad, his originally shining eyes suddenly lost their luster, he pursed his lips and stared at her blankly for more than ten seconds.

Turned around and left. No matter how much he likes things that are not completely his, he won't want them.

Wen Ying's fingertips had sunk deeply into her palms. It wasn't until Song Jingming's back disappeared on the road to school that she slowly squatted down, hugged herself hard, and cried bitterly.

The two of them had only known each other for half a month, so why were they so sad? Are you greedy for the sense of security he has given you that you have never had before?

The more Wen Ying thought about it, the more painful it became, but she resisted the idea of ​​chasing him out. She was trapped in the web of inferiority, which became tighter and tighter.

Song Jingming got into the car, like a lost puppet, numbly starting the car and numbly stepping on the accelerator, as if the deeper he stepped on the accelerator, the pain would not be able to catch up.

He didn't stop until a bright light flashed across from him.

The car spun twice in the air and fell heavily. There was a prolonged ringing in the ears and the sound of blood dripping.

In the hospital, Song Weiyu lost his bearings anxiously and looked at the time in the operating room. It had already been 4 hours. The life and death of the people inside were still uncertain.

Secretary Li answered the phone and rushed to the hospital, leaning against the wall and blaming herself. If I hadn't been so talkative, nothing would have happened to my boss tonight!

The traffic police told Song Weiyu that he was speeding and was flashed by the high-beam headlights on the opposite side, so he rushed out of the lane. Fortunately, there was a buffer zone...

But Song Jingming has always been steady and never speeds. Something must have happened tonight.

Song Weiyu walked up to Secretary Li, patted him on the shoulder, and said directly: "Don't blame yourself, tonight has nothing to do with you." Then stared at him blankly.

Secretary Li was so frightened that she sat down on the stool: "Mr. Song went to see...Ms. Wen tonight."

Song Weiyu frowned, his eyes flashing sharply: "Just because he was broken in love? He speeded desperately?"

Secretary Li hesitated whether to tell the story about Wen Ying and that man. After only two seconds of hesitation, Song Weiyu noticed something was wrong: "Speak quickly, or you will get out of Zhonghe."

Song Weiyu has been fighting fiercely in Shanghai for 30 years. What has he not experienced before, and what can he hide from her?

Secretary Li lowered his head: "Tonight Mr. Song saw... saw Miss Wen entering a man's house. The two were laughing and joking very happily. It may have hurt Mr. Song."

Song Weiyu's eyes changed from sharp to puzzled: "Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"

Secretary Li didn't dare to say that Wen Ying had been saving money, maybe he was doing compensated dating, so he could only explain it differently: "There is no one in the school, this man is from outside the school! And he looks very handsome, no worse than Mr. Song." .”

Song Weiyu frowned tightly and walked around the operating room. After a while, he said, "Let me find out what happened tonight. I want all the information on Wen Ying."

Secretary Li ran away in a hurry.

The doctor sighed and left the operating room. He looked up and saw Song Weiyu, an old friend.

"Old Song, I won't beat around the bush with you. The collision was not light. I may have hit my brain and broken my arm. Hey..."

Song Weiyu stared at him: "Li He, what do you mean!"

"Hey... I happen to be in Hangzhou. Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Please cooperate with the follow-up treatment. The details will depend on the patient's condition after he wakes up."

Song Weiyu glared hard, feeling heartbroken when he saw his son being pushed out.

Dr. Li He arranged directly: "Send him to the most expensive ICU with the best equipment. He's not short of money. He will stay there until he wakes up completely and then comes out. The best medicines will be used..."

Fu Haitang tortured him for several years in pursuit of Song Weiyu. Now that the three of them are 50 years old, it's time for them to get their money back.

Li He calmly walked away. Song Weiyu called the traffic police team: "Bureau Zhang, help me check the scene at the entrance of Hangcheng University tonight. Everything about my son."

Then he walked to the corner and called the number he knew by heart. His voice changed from strong to very weak, as if he had suddenly taken off his guard: "My second child was in a car accident, and the operation was successful. Don't worry, I just miss you..."

After making the call, he returned to Fu Haitang. He also sent photos of Song Jingming in the ICU to his eldest son.

The eldest son Fu Chunhe saw that his younger brother's head was wrapped in gauze and a tube was inserted into his mouth, and he was dying. Immediate reply: I will arrive in Hangzhou early tomorrow morning.

Song Weiyu leaned back on the chair and cried. She remembered that her eldest son had been lying on the hospital bed like this for a year, with his life and death uncertain.

Fu Haitang patted her back to comfort her: "Honey, it's okay. My son will wake up. You have to believe in Li He's medical skills. When we were in love, if you had a cold or a fever, he would treat you." of."

Song Weiyu leaned on Fu Haitang's strong shoulders and sobbed: "Why do our sons have to walk in the Palace of Hell? Is God punishing me? Do you remember that the boss was lying on the hospital bed like this... …“

Talking about that year. Song Weiyu cried even more.