Madam's black history was picked up

An Yajie was even more sure that things were not that simple. An Yajie knew about the bankruptcy of the Yuan Group. At that time, Yuan Shao had nothing, almost worse than when she just came out of prison.

How could he get explosives that are so strictly controlled by the state?

There are also yachts, which are consumer goods that only the rich can afford. How can he, a bankrupt and down-and-out son, be able to afford such a luxurious yacht?Even renting it requires a lot of rent.

Anyajie didn't believe that Yuan Shao did all these things by himself.

Anyajie was suddenly very excited. She stretched out her hands and grabbed Song Ci's arms tightly: "Song Ci, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Song Ci felt that there was no need to hide this matter from An Yajie, and she would know about it sooner or later, so she told An Yajie exactly what happened.

Anyajie listened carefully, frowning tightly, and she focused on the crippled man.

"You said, Si Tianmu once asked Si Hao to investigate the lame man, but found nothing?"

Song Ci looked at Anyajie strangely, why wasn't her focus on Si Tianmu?Shouldn't she be devastated after hearing this?How could she still ask some irrelevant questions so calmly?

Song Ci suddenly felt that what Qian Bao said was not wrong at all, and that Anyajie was too hard-hearted.

Song Ci pouted, and his tone turned cold all of a sudden: "That's right, that man seems to have come out of the ground, no one knows who he is."

Anyajie didn't care about Song Ci's sudden change of face. She frowned and thought: "Why did this lame man help Yuan Shao? What's his purpose? What's his motive?"

"An Yajie!" Song Ci couldn't take it anymore, and roared at Anya Jie with red eyes.

"How can you be so calm?" Song Ci was emotional.

"Even if you don't like Si Tianmu anymore, even if you have become passers-by, Si Tianmu's self-sacrificing spirit deserves the respect of all of us."

"But you are indifferent here, you are too hard-hearted." Song Ci said, tears flowed out, she stretched out her hand to wipe it, and stared at Anyajie with red eyes.

"You don't even know how Si Tianmu tortured himself during the time you left. Now I really feel worthless for him."

Song Ci wiped his tears and turned his head aside.

Anyajie stared blankly at Song Ci who suddenly turned his face, and smiled helplessly.

"Song Ci, from your reaction, I can see how much Qian Bao cares about Si Tianmu. It's great that he has such a good brother who thinks about him. But..."

Anyajie looked at Song Ci seriously: "Song Ci, I can tell you very clearly that if Si Tianmu is really dead, I will never let him alone on Huangquan Road."

"But if Si Tianmu was killed." An Yajie's eyes flashed cruelty.

"I will never sit here and wipe my tears alone. Even if I take this life, I will find out the person who caused him, and drag him to hell with him."

In the end, Anyajie left, Song Ci stood there blankly, with Anyajie's words echoing in his ears, looking at Anyajie's resolute back, seeing her determination to find justice for Si Tianmu at all costs .

Song Ci suddenly had a sore nose, this is Anyajie, she always knows what she is going to do, and she always handles things so rationally.

At this moment Song Ci suddenly wanted to believe her, believed that Si Tianmu was not dead, and that both of them deserved happiness.

After An Yajie came out of Song Ci's house, she went to a stationery store first, and then went directly to the hospital where Zhang Huixin was.

She wanted to do something for that poor mother, not only because she was Si Tianmu's mother, but also because of her love for her son.Anyajie wanted to give her a thought, to give her a reason to live.

After An Yajie found out the ward where Zhang Huixin was, she saw two bodyguards guarding the door from a distance. An Yajie looked at the clock in the corridor. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. It seemed that the two bodyguards would Stay there all the time.

At this moment, An Yajie suddenly saw a man in a suit and leather shoes coming out of the ward. She was so startled that she almost screamed, and her heart was beating wildly.

She stared wide-eyed at the man talking to the bodyguard: "Isn't that Si Tianmu! Isn't he standing there properly?"

At this time, after the man and the bodyguard finished explaining, he turned around and walked towards Anyajie. The moment Si Tianchen raised his head, Anyajie immediately leaned sideways against the wall.

Si Tianchen suddenly felt a figure flashing across from him, he frowned, but there was nothing on the other side, Si Tianchen thought that he had been guarding Zhang Huixin for a day, his eyes were dazzled, he squeezed the swollen eyebrows, turned around Into the elevator.

It was only then that Anyajie recovered from the shock, and the moment Si Tianchen looked up, she realized that she had identified the wrong person.

"That person is not Si Tianmu, but the only one who can look so similar to Si Tianmu is his elder brother Si Tianchen."

Anyajie had never met Si Tianchen before, but she didn't expect their brotherhood to be so similar. However, Si Tianchen gave people the impression of being cold, unlike Si Tianmu, who often had a playful smile.

Anyajie shook off those messy thoughts in her head, waiting for the opportunity to enter Zhang Huixin's ward.

At this time, two nurses came over pushing a cart.

"Ouch! I'm exhausted. I just gave that patient a full-body massage for nearly an hour. My hands are about to cramp."

"What are you complaining about? Yours is already the last one. I have another one here, and the demands of the patient's family members are surprisingly high." Another nurse complained.

"Tell me not to pinch too hard, lest it hurt the old man, and also not to pinch too lightly, lest it won't achieve the effect of relaxing tendons and activating blood circulation. Ouch! It's even more difficult to serve than the old ancestors."

"Stop complaining. Since it's so difficult to serve, why are you still rushing to serve that old lady? It's not because she has a handsome son who is the president."

"Hmph, it's fine if you don't say it, but if you say it, I'll get angry." The resentment on the nurse's face became heavier.

"That CEO is freezing cold. He has something to say no matter how hard I pinch him. He doesn't show mercy when he scolds people. He can be as ugly as he wants. If he doesn't move, he will tell people to get out."

"So for the past few days, I have put this old lady at the end, and I will wait until her son is gone, lest he stand behind me with his eyes fixed on me like knives, so that I don't know what to do. "

While the two were talking, they had already walked into the nurse's station. Anyajie came out from the corner, looked at the backs of the two nurses, and raised the corners of her mouth.

After a while, a nurse pushed a cart towards Zhang Huixin's ward. Anyajie ran out of the toilet and bumped into the nurse.

"Oh! What are you doing? Be careful." The nurse wore a mask, but she could still see that she was very upset.

"I'm sorry nurse, my sister fell in the toilet, and I can't help her by myself, can you come in and help me pull her up?"

"I still have something to do, go over there and ask someone to help."

"Nurse, there is still a long way to go from here. My sister is about to give birth, and now she fell down again. Come in and help."

The nurse had no choice but to put the cart aside and went into the toilet with Anya Jie.

As soon as the nurse entered the toilet, Anya Jie quickly raised her palm and hit the back of the nurse's neck, causing the nurse to faint.

Anyajie quickly dragged the nurse to a bathroom, and took off her nurse uniform and nurse cap.

An Yajie put on a mask and pushed the cart to the door of Zhang Huixin's ward. Two bodyguards escorted her down.

"massage."

The bodyguard knew that a nurse would come to massage his wife every day, so the two of them opened the door and let An Yajie in without thinking too much.

When Anyajie came in, she saw Zhang Huixin lying quietly on the bed, and her eye circles immediately turned red. At this time, Zhang Huixin and her walked away like two different people.

Zhang Huixin, who is only 50 years old, has mostly gray hair, deep wrinkles around her eyes, her pale and thin face is full of sadness, and there are still wet tears in the corners of her eyes.

Anyajie wiped the corners of her eyes, rolled up her sleeves and sat in front of Zhang Huixin's bed, giving her a massage seriously.

Anyajie is proficient in massage techniques, the strength of the massage is moderate, and the acupuncture points are also very accurate.Zhang Huixin suddenly felt relaxed all over her body, and her heart disease, which had been suppressed for many days, also eased.

She slowly turned her head to look at Anyajie who was sweating profusely. Anyajie was wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

"who are you?"

Seeing that Zhang Huixin woke up, Anyajie smiled, but her hands didn't stop: "Ma'am, I'm the nurse who is here to massage you."

Zhang Huixin looked into An Yajie's eyes: "You are not the nurse from before."

Anyajie was taken aback, and just about to speak, Zhang Huixin looked at the ceiling with blank eyes and opened her mouth.

"The more the nurse pressed me, the more uncomfortable it became. Your technique is completely different from hers."

Anyajie frowned: "Then why don't you tell me? Then we will give you a better one."

"This is good. Only when my body hurts can I know that I am still alive." Zhang Huixin's voice was devoid of emotion.

Anyajie blinked her wet eyes, took Zhang Huixin's thin hand, and comforted her softly.

"Ma'am, you can't spoil your body like this. If you don't cherish your body like this, when the second young master comes back, he will feel sorry for you when he sees you like this."

Zhang Huixin immediately looked up at Anyajie: "What did you say?"

Anyajie smiled: "I said, the second young master will feel distressed when he sees you like this when he comes back."

Zhang Huixin wanted to sit up from the bed all of a sudden, but she didn't have any strength in her body. She couldn't get up, so she could only grab Anyajie's hand in a hurry.

"Tell me, the sky will come back!" Zhang Huixin said eagerly, and tears overflowed from the corners of her wrinkled eyes as she spoke.

Anyajie held Zhang Huixin's hand tightly: "Yes, he will definitely come back." There was a firm light in Anyajie's eyes.

"Just now you asked me who I am, and I am the one who went to find him and come back."

"You can get my sky screen back." Zhang Huixin seemed to see a savior.

"Yes, didn't you keep saying that Tianmu is not dead? I also know that he is not dead. He just can't find his way home, so I'm going to find him."

Zhang Huixin burst into tears instantly: "Really? Can you really get him back?"

"Really, I never lie."

"But..." Zhang Huixin's eyes, which were clear for a moment, became cloudy again.

"They all said my son was dead, and that I was sick. They didn't believe me."

Anyajie patted the back of Zhang Huixin's hand reassuringly: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if they don't believe you, as long as you believe in yourself."

"But how do you know my son is still alive?"

"Because we are one, my life is attached to him. If he is really dead, then I will die too. But now that I am still alive, it means that he is still alive."

Zhang Huixin looked at Anyajie blankly, her nerves were devoured by grief, making her a little slow to react.