Confused wife is too hot

After a long silence...

"Brother..." Song Zhixin's dry lips moved, "My disability for the rest of my life can't be replaced by your hand?"

"Even if you took the initiative to take Dai Yicheng's car, he would be considered as the person who harmed you indirectly. So what if Zhao Yong turned himself in? Have you forgotten that you blocked Zhao Yong's knife because of his trouble with Su Xiaoluo? Once Zhao Yong went to Dai Yicheng, but you were the one who was innocently implicated, you got your right hand last time, and this time you got a pair of good legs, you told me to stop? How?"

After some accusations, even a little bit of lack of confidence was seamlessly covered up. Song Zhixin stared at Song Yanmo intently. When did he make her feel strange?Just this moment?

The cold temperature rose suddenly from the corner of the lips, "Brother, can you tell me? Why is it not the third hairpin turn, but the second one?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yanmo seemed to be struck by lightning, and the dilated black pupils were filled with disbelief and panic.

The people outside the ward were also shocked, but they soon realized that there was indeed a reason for what was wrong with Song Zhixin on the day of the accident.

"When did you find out?"

The voice was trembling. Song Yanmo had never been so panicked, because Song Zhixin was too calm, so calm that it made one's heart palpitate, as if talking about other people's affairs, she was not the one facing the paralysis.

"That day... I was at home." Song Zhixin breathed out softly, "So... I heard everything."

There is no need to hide it, and the negotiation of conditions with Song Yanmo has always ended in failure, so she decided to reverse this time.

The people outside the ward raised their footsteps, they already knew the truth they wanted to know, so they should not stay any longer.

Song Zhixin paused for a moment, her icy expression gradually receding, replaced by a sincere pleading face, "I don't want to argue with you anymore, it's still unknown whether Yicheng can wake up, I've become like this again, If you still care about my younger sister, I beg you not to add insult to injury, let me go, let me go."

Song Yanmo stood still, watching Song Zhixin silently.

He couldn't get away with it, if Song Zhixin really had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, he would feel guilty to death.

Dai Yicheng was the only one who could make up for Song Zhixin's trauma.

But he is not reconciled, not reconciled to all the preparations and plans being in vain, his sister has to take care of it, but his father's entrustment before his death is not forgotten.

"I won't stop you from pursuing happiness, as long as you think it's worth it."

It was just a tactic to delay the attack, but Song Zhixin was ecstatic, "You didn't lie to me? Brother?"

"No." Song Yanmo said and turned around, afraid that his eyes would easily reveal his thoughts again, "When you feel better tomorrow, let the nurse push you to see him, he is in the ICU ward."

The door of the ward was gently opened and closed, and Song Yanmo's footsteps were a little heavy.

In the garden of the hospital, Song Yanmo sat alone in the corner.

My heart is in a mess, and I can only smoke to relieve it. There is only one cigarette left in the half pack of cigarettes left. I just took it out of the cigarette pack, and the mobile phone in my trouser pocket rang.

"Mr. Song, something has changed about Zhao Yong's surrender, and it's a little tricky..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very anxious, Song Yanmo's eyes tightened, "What's going on?"

"I'm not too sure. It was an order from above. Zhao Yong was just transferred to another detention center without our people."

Song Yan Moteng stood up, "What?"

Turning his gaze inadvertently, not far away, Jiang Bei happened to be looking at him leisurely, with a calm smile on his lips.

"I'll call you later." Song Yanmo cut off the call and walked towards Jiang Bei.

One look is enough for Song Yanmo to guess that Zhao Yong's transfer to the detention center was done by Jiang Bei. Jiang Bei seems to like to see him surprised and panicked, but... he should not see it in the next second.

"Is Young Master Dai still awake?" Song Yanmo poked Jiang Bei's worry as soon as he opened his mouth.

Jiang Bei remained calm, "If he wakes up, can Representative Song still stand here like a normal person?"

Even if it wasn't for Dai Yicheng, Jiang Bei and Song Yanmo couldn't get along because they both knew the reason.

"Of course not." Song Yanmo didn't refute, and continued following Jiang Bei's words: "The cooperation case is on the right track. If Young Master Dai wakes up, I won't be so free."

Jiang Bei sneered, "It seems that you, as the representative of the French side, are not so conscientious."

"Of course I don't want to see our interests damaged, but in comparison, I would rather see..." He smiled meaningfully, and deliberately concealed the second half of the sentence.

"Dai Yicheng is not the only one in the Dai family. Be careful with the Ten Thousand Years Ship, Mr. Song." At this moment, Jiang Bei also admires himself, how can he hold his breath, Song Yanmo is so obvious, his next step is to target Dai's.

"Don't bother Jiang Shao, because there are too many facts for you to worry about." Song Yanmo didn't want to act so quickly, but since Jiang Bei had already controlled Zhao Yong, he had to change his original intention.

There is only one line between failure and success, Song Yanmo never likes to follow the rhythm of others.

Disdainful of Jiang Bei's quick tongue, he nodded as if he had been educated, "Then don't bother Representative Song, and we will see you again."

Song Yanmo watched Jiang Bei's leaving back, his palms clenched into fists.

It was he who carelessly underestimated Jiang Bei, thinking that Jiang Bei was just a dude who would be reckless if he got his brains on his sperm, and would not be able to achieve anything, but now it seems...

In a blink of an eye, Song Yanmo felt that his worries were superfluous. Compared with Dai Yicheng, Jiang Bei was still one level behind. Besides, even if Zhao Yong was controlled by Jiang Bei, Zhao Yong would not dare to confess him.

Then next...

Song Yanmofu took out his phone again.

After leaving the hospital, Jiang Bei returned home directly.

I wanted to take Su Xiaoluo out to get some air, but I didn't want Youyou to tell him that Su Xiaoluo fell asleep not long after he went out. It was past dinner time and there was no sign of waking up.

"Do you want to wake her up?" Youyou asked Jiang Bei's opinion.

"No, let her sleep." Hitting her head against the wall would definitely make her dizzy, and besides, Su Xiaoluo definitely didn't sleep well last night, her dark circles are comparable to national treasures.

After Jiang Bei finished speaking, Yoyo's little head shook like a rattle, "I think it's better to wake her up. When she fell asleep, I touched her head and found several swollen bumps. I don't know where they hit. What if you fainted and didn't wake up?"

Jiang Bei was also terrified when he heard it, "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and call."

But before the door was opened, Su Xiaoluo rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out by herself.

"You're back? Have you been to the hospital? How is Yicheng?" Su Xiaoluo saw Jiang Bei suddenly sober, and grabbed him who was stunned, "Hurry up, don't keep looking at me."