Affectionate trapping

Song Chiyao replied: "I forgot to mention, I also checked this matter. Not long after Zhai Panfeng entered, Yang Gong went to see him, but it was only this time."

Quan Chi pondered: "So Yang Chuanhai didn't go there once to avoid suspicion?"

"It's hard to say, I plan to have a chat with Zhai Panfeng when I have time, and see if I can get something out of his trick."

"Now Yang Chuanhai's motive is unknown, but he can't keep staring at him, because he is afraid that if he knows that we are investigating him, he will have rebellious emotions." Song Chiyao narrowed his eyes slightly, "He is very smart, please pay attention to safety, don't take it lightly."

After Song Chiyao and the others left, Wen Xi asked, "Tell me, is it possible that the car accident in our last life was related to Yang Chuanhai or Zhai Panfeng?"

Shen Yuli put his fingers on her waist, his eyes were deep, and he was lost in thought: "Have you met Zhai Panfeng in your last life?"

"... Probably not, I don't have much impression."

Wen Xi showed concern: "Will the same car accident happen in this life? We don't know whether it was an accident or man-made."

Shen Yuli lightly pressed her head with his palm, and comforted her: "Don't think about it, I won't let it happen."

"I promised you that I wouldn't let you get hurt, so I won't break my promise." He smiled easily and meekly: "I'm going to marry you and have a baby."

Wen Xi looked up at him, he reached out to cover her eyes, and whispered in her ear: "Baby, wait for me, I will propose to you properly, you should be mentally prepared."

Wen Xi's ears felt hot, and his fluttering eyelashes brushed against his palm.

How can there be a marriage proposal with an advance notice...

Shen Yuli stretched out his arms to embrace her, and closed his eyes to block the look of worry.

No one can take away all that he has acquired with great difficulty.
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Afterwards, nothing happened for more than half a month, and Wenxi never saw Yang Chuanhai's mother and son again.

When she met Dr. Liang when she was off work, she asked Yang Chuanhai why he hadn't been here recently.

The other party also expressed surprise: "It just stopped coming suddenly, maybe I have no money, or I don't think it's necessary to read it again."

Wen Xi tentatively asked: "Do you think he is emotionally stable now? Is there still a possibility of an attack?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with him. He is no different from ordinary people in terms of logical thinking and thinking about problems. He has recovered relatively well."

Dr. Liang looked at her: "Do you know him?"

Wen Xi murmured, "It counts as an acquaintance."

She was a little absent-minded, and Dr. Liang could see the tired look on her brows: "You haven't had a good rest recently? Why do you look so listless?"

"Well, I guess the mental pressure is a bit high."

"If you can't, take a few days off and go out with your boyfriend for a few days. You don't have to work so hard. Our industry has a lot of free space. You have to take advantage of your youth, hang around more, and grasp your youth."

Wen Xi smiled: "Good teacher, I will follow the teachings, and I will ask for leave in two days to go out and play."

It was Shen Yuli's birthday in about half a month, and she really planned to ask for leave to celebrate his birthday with him.

Wen Xi tried her best to forget the things that might affect her mood, but when she went out, she still met someone she hadn't seen for a long time.

She and Yang Chuanhai's mother looked at each other, and after a lot of thoughts, she raised her lips and smiled at each other, pretending to be natural and asked: "I haven't seen you for a long time, is your son's psychological treatment over?"

Probably didn't expect Wen Xi to talk to her, she was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Well, it's over."

"What's the matter here today?"

"It's nothing, let's take a look." She stroked her gray haired sideburns, her vicissitudes of eyes seemed to be shining with water, and she looked at Wenxi with complicated emotions.

Wen Xi nodded, "Then I'll go first."

She turned around, her smile disappeared, and her fingers hidden in her pockets curled up.

The woman withdrew her gaze from Wen Xi, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and hurried home before dark.

Their family lived in a residential building in the urban area, and there was a small dog in the small yard. When the woman came back, the yellow dog came up to her wagging its tail and flapped her trouser legs.

A woman sits on a stool, staring ahead, defiantly.

Yang Gong beat his waist and returned home, picked up the water glass and filled a large glass of water. The smell of sweat permeated the surroundings. He took a few breaths and lowered his head: "Are you alone at home? Where's Chuanhai?"

"I don't know." She repeated: "You don't even know how I know, I still want to ask you."

"I went out to pull the goods for a whole day today, and I'm not at home, how would I know?"

At this time, Yang Chuanhai entered the door, with his pockets on, a peaked cap on his back, and his back slightly lowered: "Mom and Dad, I'm back."

The woman whispered: "I saw that girl again today."

Yang Chuanhai froze in place, and Yang Gong also stared at the top of her head.

"Is it because of her that Panfeng went in?"

Before the two could reply, she looked up at them: "I heard everything you said that night, and you don't have to carry me behind your back."

Yang Gong frowned: "Leave this kind of thing alone!"

She clenched her hands into fists and put them on her knees, feeling a little out of control: "Why don't I care? At the beginning we said it was good, Chuanhai came out and our family lived a good life and forgot all the previous things. Qingqing is gone. Those who paid the price have already paid the price, can't our family be fine?"

"What do you mean by someone who should pay the price?" Yang Chuanhai turned his head, his eyes sparkling: "Look at us, guarding this dilapidated house, our family has to take medicine every day, and my father works tirelessly. , you don’t work day and night, but what about them? They are still living a prosperous life, why?”

The woman's eyes flickered and her chest heaved continuously: "But that girl is innocent... Panfeng was too impulsive, and Qingqing's departure hit us hard. If something really happened to that girl, would her family be okay? Like us? Sinking in grief all day."

Yang Chuanhai let go of his hand: "She is innocent."

With tears in her eyes, the woman held his hand upwards, begging: "Chuanhai, let's live a good life and stop thinking about those things."

"Climbing this life is over, don't be impulsive anymore, okay? I have already lost a child, and I can't bear the pain of losing you anymore."

"Yeah." His pupils were as dark as the night that was gradually sinking, "Mom, don't worry, I won't be impulsive."

The woman slowly let go of her hand and lowered her head: "Let's use that money."

Just as Yang Gong was about to speak, Yang Chuanhai lightly touched his arm and shook his head lightly.

He rubbed the tip of his tongue between his teeth, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Use it, we deserve it! He should have been wiped out long ago!"

"Didn't you want to buy your own truck before? Take the time to take a look. Chuanhai can do whatever he wants, and I support it."

Her tears fell drop by drop on the ground, and she fainted into shallows. She choked up with sobs in a low voice: "We will take Qingqing's share and live a good life."