After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

Shi Yan's gaze was very cold, not that kind of coldness, but that kind of alienated coldness.

Song Jing lowered his eyes indifferently, covering the scarlet at the end of his eyes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went barefoot to the sofa next to him to get her own clothes, turned around and prepared to go to the bathroom to change the sweater on her body.

Shi Yan reached out and grabbed her wrist, "What? Don't plan to say a word?"

Song Jing lowered his eyes and glanced at the palm on his wrist, his throat rolled, and the anger in his chest rose slowly, "The consultation fee is settled."

"How much?" Shi Yan asked.

"You can tie as much as you think your life is worth." Song Jing's palm holding the clothes had already clenched into a fist, "Let go."

"Why did you come?" Not only did Shi Yan not let go, but he tightened his grip on Song Jing's wrist by two points.

"Well, I shouldn't have come." Song Jing suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, and a cold irritability appeared on his beautiful face.

Whether Shi Yan lives or dies is none of her business!

Even if she wanted to come, she would come back after receiving a bill of one billion and save people with the money. Everyone would be comfortable.

But in the end, she didn't answer the order, didn't take the money, and was labeled as a seductress.

The more Song Jing thought about it, the more irritable he became, and the corners of his eyes were all evil red.

Shi Yan's arm suddenly exerted force, turning Song Jing's whole body to face him, "Why don't you look at me and talk? What are you afraid of?"

"Song Jing, aren't you afraid of nothing? You don't even care about your own life, why don't you dare to look at me?"

"You are afraid that your eyes will reveal the secret in your heart, aren't you?"

"You don't really have any engagement at all, do you?"

At the end of Shi Yan's question, his voice was soft and hoarse, full of tentative caution.

"I didn't do anything about the news of the marriage contract. Master Shi is so capable that he can find out if there is any. You still need to ask me?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows, and his slightly raised ending sound was filled with cold irony.

"Except for the first time I met you in Baifu Mall and asked Lao Xiang to check a little bit, I haven't checked a word about you." Shi Yan let out a breath slowly, "I don't need to know about your body. What's the secret, all I want to know is how you feel about me."

"Song Jing, this is the last time. If you say, you don't feel anything about me. After that, every time I appear in front of you, it will be my fault."

"You said."

Shi Yan suddenly let go of Song Jing's wrist, and even took a few steps back, to the safe distance between men and women.

He stopped talking and just waited for Song Jing's answer.

The strength and temperature on the wrist suddenly disappeared, Song Jing's heart twitched suddenly, and the drooping eyelashes trembled.

The room fell into silence, and the cold aura of both of them made the air in the whole bedroom gradually condense, and Shi Yan's eyes gradually returned to ice-cold from the implicit expectation at the beginning.

But the feelings that don't have the courage to blurt out are not deep.

Sometimes, silence is not an acquiescence, but a weighing of pros and cons.

Ah!This is his territory, Song Jing kept silent and didn't say it directly, because he was afraid that he would cause trouble if he was angered.

Although everyone said that Shi Yan would use all means to achieve his goals, but he hadn't gone to the point where he had to rob a little girl.

Shi Yan swallowed heavily the gloom surging up from his chest, raised his hand indifferently and indifferently and tore off the medicine rope on his hand, "I only wear something from my wife on my wrist, and I will wear this medicine rope on my wrist." No more. Does Dr. Song prefer checks or cash? You go to the side hall and wait, I'll have someone send it to you. "

"You can transfer the money directly." Song Jing lowered his head and stared at the medicine rope he handed over but didn't pick it up.

"Yes." Shi Yan nodded in agreement, "I'll have someone transfer the money to you."

Song Jing's fingertips trembled.

He has her contact information. He used to transfer money directly to her, but now he asks others to transfer money. Is he really drawing a line?

Song Jing exhaled slowly, took the medicine rope he handed over, "Thank you Master Shi."

Song Jing squeezed the medicine rope tightly, took the clothes into the bathroom, changed clothes after a while and came out, Shi Yan was no longer in the bedroom, Xiang Wenxing was waiting at the door of the bedroom.

Song Jing threw the changed sweater into the trash can, picked up his bag and went out.

Seeing her come out, Xiang Wenxing took the initiative to apologize, "Sister Jing, I'm sorry, I didn't know that your relationship with Brother Yan has not yet been settled. I brought you here on my own initiative. If you are angry, I will let you beat me up. beat you until you die."

Did Shi Yan reprimand Xiang Wenxing for bringing her to his yard and bedroom?

The prince of the Shi family is worthy of being a big man who makes the emperor tremble three times when he sneezes, he does everything neatly and simply.

Song Jing lowered his eyes indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you. Shi Yan... Master Shi asked you to pay the consultation fee?"

"Yes... yes." Xiang Wenxing still smiled awkwardly.He is now in a daze, not knowing what the two big shots are up to.Is this because the young couple had quarreled and had conflicts before, or is there nothing going on between the two of them?

Song Jing took out his mobile phone and tapped the payment code: "I didn't say the specific price, you can transfer as much as you think Master Shi's life is worth."

How does this make him feel?

Of course, their brother Yan's life is priceless!

The corner of Xiang Wenxing's mouth twitched, "Sister Jing, then I'm afraid I won't be able to pay the money even if I sell myself."

Song Jing glanced at him, sneered, put the phone back in his pocket, and walked away.

"Sister Jing, where are you going, I'll see you off."

"Need not."

"Then over there for training?"

"I'll let Yan Yaoyang take over." Song Jing left Shiyan's house without looking back, and used a taxi app to hail a car on the road.

Song Jing got in the car, clicked on the chat page with Shi Yan, and transferred 18 yuan, and the room fee was noted in the transfer content.Then another 880 yuan was transferred, and the price of the sweater was noted in the transfer content.

After transferring the two sums of money, she clicked on Shi Yan's profile picture and deleted her friend directly.

After finishing this series, Song Jing stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and turned his head to look out the car window at the green belt next to the receding road.

"Little girl, there are tissues in the box hanging on the back of the chair." The driver was an uncle in his 50s, "Hey, you are still young, and there is still a long way to go in life. It's okay to encounter one or two difficulties. .Don't cry, everything will be fine in the future."

Song Jing's face was stunned, and he raised his hand to touch his eyes, and his fingertips really felt wet.

She didn't know how to react.

She hadn't shed a tear since her parents died.

Make herself stronger, continue the genetic research that her parents didn't complete before her death, and track down the cause of her parents' death. Everything is so busy that she ignores her own emotions.

She never thought that she would still shed tears, and even when these tears rolled out of her eyes, she didn't even feel it.

"Thank you, Master." Song Jing thanked him politely, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of a nursing home. Song Jing paid the money and got out of the car. After sorting out the emotions on his face, he walked into the nursing home.

This is a high-end private sanatorium, built by mountains and rivers, with a quiet and elegant environment. Every patient who recuperates here has his own independent hut and small courtyard.

Song Jing walked forward familiarly, and met a nurse, who nodded to her with a smile, "Miss Song has come to see Mr. You again. You two have such a good relationship."

Song Jing smiled, "Is he by the lake, or in the yard?"

"I'm reading at the old place by the lake."

"Thank you." Song Jing walked to the lake with his backpack on his shoulders.

For safety, a circle of stones was deliberately paved around the lakeside of the nursing home, and the water surface around the lakeside was paved into a shallow water area four or five meters away.

The water of the lake is clear, and the wind blows across the surface of the lake, creating layers of water ripples.

Under a willow tree by the lake, a man in a simple cotton shirt was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning against the back of the chair, looking down at the book in his hand.

His shoulder-length hair fell slightly, blocking his unparalleled beauty.

Song Jing stood quietly watching for a while before walking forward and calling out to him, "Wen Ze."