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"Mr. Song, you still have a fever, so you should rest for a few days."

Wang Ming, who heard the sound from outside the door, immediately started to persuade him.

However, just like before he fell ill, Song Yuhan would not compromise and come to the hospital as long as he was not unable to bear it.

"...I don't need to rest."

Song Yuhan rubbed his forehead and stubbornly wanted to leave.

Wang Ming and Luo Fengjing looked at each other and had no choice but to stop him. Luo Fengjing said anxiously: "Brother Yu Han, if you do this again, I will call Xiang Fu."

"If you don't sell our face, you have to listen to Xiang Fu's words, right?"

Probably because she became a mother and went through such an experience, Xiang Fu became quite confident in speaking out.

"If you don't want to be nagged to death by Xiang Fu, finish your job for a few days before returning to the company."

Just as the nurse came over, Luo Fengjing pointed to the hanging bottle and asked her to hang it up again.

"Brother Yuhan, please respect the fruits of other people's labor." Luo Fengjing said.

Wang Ming adjusted his fallen glasses and was keenly aware of the people standing outside, so he walked out calmly.

He asked Lan Yu, "How are you doing there?"

Lan Yu spread his hands and said that he was empty-handed and had gained nothing. "There is no need to talk. Mr. Song means that he will only reveal the information he knows only when Mr. Song goes there in person."

"I worked hard for an hour, but he didn't say a word."

Hearing this, Wang Ming's hesitant expression became tangled again.

Is it really appropriate to ask Mr. Song to see Song Zhenghe at this moment to inquire about an unknown fact?

"How about we tell Mr. Song another day?"

Wang Ming hesitated and asked Lan Yu for his opinion.

Lan Yu had the same idea as him. He didn't quite believe how Song Zhenghe, who had been in the nursing home, knew about it, so the two of them hid the fact that "Song Zhenghe might know Qin Taoyao's whereabouts".

All in all, we still have to wait until Song Yuhan's health gets better.

Their idea was perfect, but within two days, Song Zhenghe came to their door again.

Xiang Fu was also there at that time, bringing her baby to relieve Song Yuhan's boredom. The child's innocent smile could always relieve some anxiety.

The atmosphere was barely harmonious, except that Song Yuhan's cell phone rang for a while, then cut it off and then started ringing again.

When Wang Ming saw the same caller for the second time, he simply turned off his phone.

Song Yuhan raised his eyes slightly, but his mind was spinning rapidly, "Who is he?"

If it was work, people from the company would almost never contact him directly, and Wang Ming would not have this weird attitude towards people in the company.

Xiang Fu smiled and smoothed things over, "Maybe it's a sales promotion - Brother Yu Han, please help me find out whether this longevity lock is more suitable for the baby, or another style?"

She wanted to divert Song Yuhan's attention, but Song Yuhan just opened the quilt and got out of bed and wanted to take his mobile phone from Wang Ming.

Still ignoring the bottle.

Wang Ming was afraid that he would pull off the needle, so he could only step forward and hand the phone back to Song Yuhan.

Song Yuhan's fingers were trembling when he turned on the phone. He found the call record and dialed it.

The person who answered the phone was a staff member of the nursing home. He was very surprised and said, "Mr. Song? Are you free now? Mr. Song has always said he wants to see you."

"What does he want to see me for?"

"I don't know either... Can I help Mr. Song to ask?"

"No, I'll be right over."

After Song Yuhan finished speaking, he decisively pulled out the needle. Xiang Fu's expression suddenly changed, "Brother Yuhan - I'll go with you."

Xiang Fu insisted on accompanying her no matter what, and followed her all the way to the door of the room to wait.

The soundproofing effect of the room is very good, and the sound of conversation cannot be heard.

No one knew exactly what they were talking about.

The only sound that could be heard was the crisp sound of glass breaking.

When Wang Ming and the others rushed in, they were almost stunned by the sight in front of them.

——"Mr. Song! Let go! You are going to strangle him to death!"

——"Hurry up, call the doctor!"

——"Tell those people to keep their mouths shut! Don't let a word out!"

The only memory left of that day is the chaos and chaos.

Since then, no one has mentioned it again.

When Xiang Fu and the others saw Song Yuhan again, it was already the winter of that year.

Song Zhenghe was determined to accuse his son of murder, and he had the video in his hands, so when Song Yuhan was taken away, there was nothing they could do.

In the living room, Song Yuhan was wearing a gray cashmere coat, his eyes were very indifferent, but if you look closely, there was still a bit of confusion and wariness in them.

"Mr. Song, are you okay..."

Wang Ming and Lan Yu were immediately confused.

However, Song Yuhan's next words made them even more confused, "Who are you? Did your father say that, my assistant?"

Wang Ming and Lan Yu: "..."

What did they hear?

Xiang Fu gasped, "Brother Yuhan, what's wrong with you? Don't you know them anymore? Do you still know me?"

Song Yuhan looked at her seriously, and then said: "I don't remember, my father said, I accidentally injured my head, so I don't remember anything."

"Then, how come you still remember him?"

Song Yuhan shook his head, "I don't remember either, but there is a paternity test report, so he is indeed my father."

Xiang Fu's heart felt like it was on fire. She suppressed her anger and tested Song Yuhan a few more times, only to find that he really didn't remember anything.

I don’t remember my mother, I don’t remember Xiang Jia, and I don’t remember everything that happened after that.

The long years of more than twenty years ahead have been washed cleanly on him without a single trace.

how so……

It must be Song Zhenghe’s fault!

Xiang Fu secretly clenched her fists and asked Lan Yu and the others to accompany Song Yuhan while she went to find Song Zhenghe.

"what have you been doing?!"

At this moment, her good breeding disappeared.

"You did it on purpose, right? How could you let Brother Yuhan become like this?!"

Everything in the past does not count, which is too cruel for Song Yuhan.

Song Zhenghe was obviously prepared to be questioned, "I'm doing it for his own good - do you really want to see him go completely crazy for a woman?"

"Don't forget, he just wanted to strangle me to death."

Xiang Fu was speechless and had no way to refute, "But..."

"There is no news about that woman so far. If she were still alive, do you think she wouldn't come to your door?"

"Xiang Fu, you watched her jump with your own eyes."

"Maybe no one wanted her to die at first, but there are always exceptions to everything. As his family and partners, do you want to see Song Yuhan suffer for the rest of his life?"

"Let me tell you straight, I do this out of selfish motives, because I am already old and may not have a few more years to live. I just want a harmonious father-son relationship as a guarantee."