Korean entertainment song and song couples

It was already noon when he came out of the conference room, Song Zhongji looked up at the sky, as calm as his mood, and even the cold wind that was usually cold was unexpectedly soft today.

Looking at his watch, he reckoned that the scheduled lunch had been delivered, but felt satisfied that it didn't come. He took out his mobile phone and called Song Zhiyi. Unsurprisingly, it was Qianmu who answered.

"Auntie, I'm Song Zhongji."

"Oh, Zhongji, Cheng Lin hasn't woken up yet."

"It's okay, I just want to ask my uncle and aunt if they have lunch?"

"Eat it, it tastes really good."

This attitude has changed a lot compared to the morning, and it is obviously much more affectionate. Song Zhongji smiled, and guessed that after he left, Nuna was questioned by his parents a lot. I wonder how Nuna answered: "That's good, Auntie, I'll be there at three o'clock this afternoon." There is no schedule after [-]:[-], I will arrive at the hospital around [-]:[-], and I will bring you some food by the way, you must be very tired after rushing back last night, so let me watch at night."

Mother Qian was satisfied in her heart. Hearing how well this child can speak, how well he speaks, he is considerate and gentle, and he cares so much for his daughter. Who wouldn't want such a son-in-law?So Mother Qian agreed without hesitation: "Okay, we can rest assured that you are here."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhongji was poked on the arm by Cha Tae-hyun next to him, and he had a smirk on his face: "It went so smoothly? Oh my god, is my brother finally going to drink your wedding wine?"

Song Zhongji sighed: "Get married..." If possible, he really wanted to marry Song Zhiyi back home immediately.

Song Zhongji ate something casually at noon and went to shoot the poster. He finished work on time at three in the afternoon and stopped by to buy a bunch of lilies and white chocolate nearby.

When we arrived at the hospital, the number of outside media and fans dropped drastically. It may be that everyone was tired after a day and a night of turmoil. Song Zhongji still went up through the VIP channel where there were almost no one.

Song Zhiyi was answering various text messages with her mobile phone at this time. There were too many condolence text messages recently. Her wrist felt more painful than yesterday, and the scars were too obvious and glaring, which made her a little upset.

Sitting next to her, Han Jincheng could see her irritability, and after thinking for a while, he decided to tell her what he hadn't said before: "Zhi Yi, I have something to tell you."

Han Jincheng's serious appearance made Song Zhizhen sit up straight, although the next second he was hurt and softened: "Oh, what do you want to say?" His voice was still a little hoarse and painful.

"Zhi Wei, in fact, after sending you back recently, I will stay downstairs for ten minutes or half an hour before leaving."

"..." Speaking of this matter, Song Zhijiu's heart beat faster unconsciously, and suddenly remembered Song Zhongji's words before going abroad.

"Song Zhongji called me the day before he went abroad and told me that there seemed to be some suspicious people around your house. He had already reminded the security of the community, but the security didn't seem to take it seriously, so he reminded me and asked me to take you home. I’ll leave later, I know Song Zhongji wouldn’t make such a joke, now that I think about it, I’m really scared, if he hadn’t noticed, I wouldn’t have caught up.”

Song Zhi was stunned, at the beginning Song Zhongji only said to let her pay attention, but he never said that he arranged it in private, so what did Song Zhongji do when she didn't know it for so long?Song Zhiyi didn't dare to think deeply, but once again realized that Song Zhongji was more calm than she imagined.

Han Jincheng sighed: "Before that, I had resistance to Song Zhongji. This incident made me feel that Song Zhongji is reliable, and I also thank him for treating you so carefully. It may be a bit awkward for me to say these words, but Zhiyu, you My sister-in-law said that such a man is hard to come by, since you have met him and you like him, then don't hesitate, as I said before, I can handle anything."

These words were quite sensational. After Han Jincheng finished speaking, he felt that he admired himself for being able to say such words.

Song Zhiyi looked at Han Jincheng, she was very familiar with Han Jincheng's serious expression, she couldn't help thinking, how could she be so lucky, people around her cared about her very much, she never felt that she had the ability to let everyone treat her like this, she tried her best She wants to repay these people, but often what she does is far behind them.

"Thanks, duh, I'll think about it seriously."

It's not interesting to continue this topic. Han Jincheng took out his mobile phone and waved it in front of her, changing the atmosphere: "Can you take some photos for you and post them on Twitter? Fans have been leaving messages on Twitter lately and are very worried about you."

Song Zhiyi covered his face: "No, I can't see anyone with my face yet..."

Han Jincheng was helpless and funny: "Then can I pat the back of the head?"

Song Zhiyi thinks it is feasible. Although she hasn't washed her hair for two days, it's good to take a photo to reassure the fans, and the news outside is ups and downs, and the news will stop when the photo is messed up: "Okay Come on, I'll take a better picture."

Han Jincheng really wanted to say how good you can take pictures like this now...but he chose to shut up, silently took out his phone and asked Song Zhizheng to turn his head away.

Song Zhili cut his hair and sat up straight, twisting his body and facing the door of the ward, hiding his wrists under the quilt: "Okay."

Han Jincheng clicked and accompanied by the sound of pushing the door, Song Zhongji successfully entered the mirror.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhongji faced Song Zhiwei as soon as he opened the door, Song Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Song Zhongji to come over at this point, and winked at him: "Take a picture."

Song Zhongji looked at Han Jincheng's posture and knew that they didn't intend to take a frontal photo. Song Zhiyi's appearance has been impacted in the past two days. After thinking about it, he knew that he would not want to take a photo. He walked over and placed lilies and chocolates on the bedside table very naturally. : "Brother will make fans worry if you don't pat your face. If you are angry, why don't you take a profile shot."

Song Zhiyi's main injury was on the left side of his face. Although there were bruises on the right side of his temple, his cheeks were clean. As long as the hair covered the bruises, it would be no problem to take a profile shot.

Han Jincheng quite agreed, and Song Zhongji recommended himself: "Brother, let me take pictures?" He took out his mobile phone while speaking.

Han Jincheng was speechless: "I have something to do, so I will go to work first, and I will send it to me after I shoot it."

Song Zhiyi really wanted to tell Han Jincheng not to leave, but Han Jincheng completely ignored her eyes and opened the door to leave. After Song Zhiyi knew about that, he still hasn't figured out how to tell Song Zhongji that it is really dangerous to let them be alone.

"Nu Na don't want to take a picture for you?" Song Zhongji clicked on the camera software and raised his phone to look at Song Zhiyi on the screen, changing the angle twice: "Nu Na, don't move." He bent down and stretched out his hand to smooth the fine hair on Song Zhiyi's forehead , to cover up the glaring bruise, and move gently, for fear of accidentally hurting her.

Song Zhiyi helplessly raised his face so that he could touch him, but this action looked like a silent invitation in Song Zhongji's eyes. Song Zhongji unconsciously moved his eyes away from the phone screen and fixed on Song Zhiyi's lips.

Seeing that Song Zhongji's movements had stopped, Song Zhiwei turned his head strangely, and met his fiery gaze, his heart skipped a beat, it was too late when he wanted to turn around, Song Zhongji's hand changed his movement from cheek to chin, and lightly picked her up. Forced to look up, Song Zhongji lowered his head and kissed her lips at the same time.

Light but very impactful taste, Song Zhizheng stared at the ceiling of the ward, her lips felt warm to the touch, there was no resistance in her heart, faint anticipation, and her heartbeat was so fast that even she felt scary.

Song Zhongji's kiss didn't go deep, he just licked and bit her lips lightly. He restrained himself to pay attention to the wound at the corner of her mouth, and unconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick it, and kissed along the wound to the bruised cheek on the left. , as if feeling extremely distressed, his lips trembled uncontrollably.

This kind of very affectionate action caused Song Zhiyi to tremble, his nose was inexplicably sore, and he closed his eyes gently without any distracting thoughts at this moment.

The kiss didn't take long, Song Zhongji's lips finally stopped by Song Zhiyi's earlobe, but his posture changed to a gentle hug, and with a sigh, the person in his arms was like a fragile doll, so delicate that he didn't dare to use any force: "Nu Na, what is our relationship now?"

What's the matter... Song Zhiyi's body trembled, and he put his palm on Song Zhongji's chest to push him away, but Song Zhongji grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly to his heart, as if to prove something, he stepped back and sat down Beside the bed, eyes tightened: "Nu Na, you obviously like me."

So far, what can Song Zhiyi refute, and she has never thought of refusing, she opened her mouth helplessly, with Song Zhongji's taste still on her lips: "Zhongji, have you thought it through? After all, Nu is not young, if you……"

"Nu Na, do you still think that I just want to fall in love with you casually?" Song Zhongji's tone was full of sadness, as if he never thought that Song Zhiyi would treat him like this.

Song Zhiyi was so nervous by Song Zhongji's expression that he grabbed his hand: "No... anger, it's just, just..." How should I put it, she is four years older than Song Zhongji, and the relationship between siblings has many problems , There is still a certain distance between them now, once the intimacy of lovers increases, many problems will erupt.

Song Ji is afraid that he doesn't have much confidence in this relationship, and at the same time he can't let go. Song Zhongji is such an excellent man, and now the situation is terrible. If love brings him a big drop in popularity, she will feel that she is a sinner .

"Nu Na, just tell me, do you like me?" Song Zhongji asked.

Song Zhiji knew that Song Zhongji was forcing her, and he didn't want to wait any longer. If he shook his head now, Song Zhongji would still treat him like before, but Song Zhiji didn't want to wrong him.

In the end, Song Zhiyi closed his eyes and nodded, his voice was like fine lines: "I like..."

Song Zhongji couldn't help laughing, his smiling eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were raised to an angle never seen before: "Nu Na, that's enough."

The smiling Song Zhiyi's eyes were moist. This person has been waiting for so long because of her simple two words...

"I'm very happy if you're angry." Song Zhongji couldn't hide his joy, leaned over and kissed Song Zhiyi's lips again, kissing and kissing again and again as if kissing wasn't enough.

"Then we are now dating?" Song Zhiyi was still a little vague about the status quo.

Song Zhong basically just wanted to hear Song Zhizhen admit that he likes him, but he didn't expect Song Zhizhen to ask him that, it was like a firework exploded in his heart: "Nu Na, do you want to just say you like me and then dump me?"

Song Zhiyi is naturally not such a person, he waved his hand to express that he was just asking casually, and did not intend to hurt Song Zhongji.

Only then did Song Zhongji give Song Zhiyi a hug contentedly, and put his chin on her shoulder, hiding the tenderness in his eyes, his heart palpitations were uncontrollable, he was finally, finally, with this person, seven years, soon to enter the eighth year It's gone... After almost exhausting half of his life, and finally seeing her confession today, Song Zhongji can only think of the words "no regrets in this life".

Song Zhiyi was overwhelmed by being hugged, and Song Zhongji didn't make any other movements for a while, as if he wanted to keep hugging like this, Song Zhiyi hesitantly raised his hand, and gently patted him on the back, although she didn't know why Song Zhongji liked it so much Herself, but now she also likes Song Zhongji. She felt the weakness emanating from him unconsciously at the moment, her heart throbbed, and she suddenly had a terrible thought, if, if only she could know his thoughts earlier...

Song Zhiyi's gentle pat made Song Zhongji tremble slightly, and his affection spread. He couldn't help tightening his arms and cheeks and buried her neck. His heartbeat seemed to jump out in the next second. This woman was his from now on, and he sighed comfortably: "Nu Na, it feels a bit like a dream." Before enlisting in the army, he thought that he would pass by Song Zhiyi all his life, and never thought that there would be such a beautiful today.

"...Do you want me to wake you up?" Song Zhiyi felt that the atmosphere was too sensational, and the words she wanted to comfort her turned into hurting him. In fact, she also felt like she was dreaming. Song Zhongji would never have appeared before her future, and now she wants to hold on to this person.

Song Zhongji laughed, and the sound that came from his chest made Song Zhiyi blush, "Ah, let me go."

"No, let me hug again, it's too cute to be angry." Song Zhongji said, still rubbing, as if he couldn't hug enough.

Song Zhiyu was speechless and could only let him go.

The two hugged silently for a moment, and then Song Zhongji remembered the matter of taking pictures, let go of her and picked up the phone: "Nu, let's take more group photos."

Didn't they say it's easy to take pictures of the side face... Song Zhiyi covered the left side of his face and refused to take pictures: "It's too ugly."

Song Zhongji smiled and sat on the right side of Song Jijiu and raised his mobile phone: "Is this okay?"

It seemed that we had to take pictures today. Song Zhiyi kept a sad face and refused to look at the camera. Song Zhongji had a good time taking pictures by himself.

In the end, Han Jincheng threw his phone angrily when he received the photo. Did he want to post it on Twitter? Song Zhongji actually took dozens of group photos! !This is simply challenging his endurance!

Song Zhongji knew that Han Jincheng would be angry, so he took a few photos of Song Zhiyi alone and sent him to calm down.

"Nu Na, ah, open your mouth and eat chocolate." Song Zhongji opened the chocolate, peeled one and put it near Song Zhiyi's lips. Song Zhiyi put it in his mouth with a satisfied face: "It feels like I haven't eaten sweets for a long time."

"It's only two days, I can only eat three yuan, and I will have to eat medicinal porridge later."

"...Can I have something else?"

"No, the doctor said that if you want the scars to fade faster, you'd better drink medicinal porridge every day."

"I don't want to drink half a month's porridge, do I?"

"I don't think so. Drink it for a week to see the effect of the medicinal porridge. If it's good, you may be able to eat some colored things after a week."

"Zhongji, I want to eat barbecue..."

"You can eat it in your dreams."

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when Qian's mother called. Qian's mother asked Song Zhongji if Song Zhongji was there after a few words with Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhongji greeted Qianmu after answering the phone, Qianmu's laughter was clearly heard by Song Zhiyi who was on the side through the phone, Song Zhi shyly pulled up the quilt and covered his face, only showing his big round eyes.

"No need for Auntie, I've already ordered medicinal porridge. It's better for Nuna to drink this to recuperate your body recently. Well, okay, I'll try Auntie's cooking tomorrow morning, haha, thank you Auntie." Song Zhongji stretched out his hand while talking to Qianmu To tease Song Zhiyi, Song Zhongji groaned when Song Zhiyi patted his paw.

"Zhongji, what's the matter with you?" Qianmu asked worriedly when she heard Song Zhongji's voice.

"It's okay, auntie, I accidentally bumped into the cabinet." Still looking at Song Zhizhen with a doting face, Song Zhizhen did not look at him with a guilty conscience.

"Hey, be careful. By the way, Zhongji will send me your mobile phone number later. It will be convenient for me to contact you later." Mother Qian was also impatient.

Of course Song Zhongji would not refuse, his eyes brightened: "Okay, I'll send it to you now."

Finally hung up the phone, Song Jiji was curious about what Song Zhongji was sending with his mobile phone, so he leaned over to have a look: "What does my mother want your mobile phone number for?"

"Nuna, did uncle and aunt ask you about our relationship?" Song Zhongji did not return the phone to Song Zhiyi after sending the text message, but went to contacts to change the note of his phone number.

Song Zhiyi refused to answer this question: "What are you changing?"

"Nu, does that mean we are friends?" Song Zhongji raised his eyebrows and waved the revised note in front of Song Zhiyi's eyes, changing the word "Song Zhongji" into "future husband".

Song Zhiyi was going to grab the phone with his eyes wide open, his face flushed with anger or embarrassment, he didn't know: "Yeah, give me back the phone."

Song Zhongji raised his mobile phone and dialed "Future Husband" on Song Zhiyi's mobile phone, then took out his own mobile phone and handed it to Song Zhiyi, and "Future Wife" was displayed on the screen.

I don't know when Song Zhongji changed to such a brazen remark. Song Zhiyi's thin skin couldn't stand this kind of provocative behavior, and his neck quickly turned red: "... What are you doing?"

"Nu Na, I hope you can also have such awareness." Song Zhongji really likes Song Zhiyi's face flushing when he is anxious and shy, even if half of his face is bruised, he can't resist her cuteness.

Song Zhongji's domineering is not annoying at all, on the contrary, there is a sense of joy in his heart, and Song Zhiwei begins to wonder if he particularly likes Song Zhongji like this.

"I just don't change it..." Song Zhiyi gave up struggling, and she was completely led by the nose.

Only then did Song Zhongji return the phone to her, and leaned over to send a kiss, which landed on the corner of her eyes, and his eyelashes swept across his lips, making his heart itch: "Nu Na, you need to get better soon." In this way, he Only then can he kiss her hard with confidence.

Song Zhiyi was inexplicable again. After getting the phone, he stared at the four words for a long time. He didn't recover until a text message popped up. He turned his head and found Song Zhongji looking at him with a smile on his face. Missing a beat with a sudden heartbeat, he quickly lowered his head to reply to the text message, but his hands trembled a little and he kept typing wrong words. The phone was suddenly taken away, and Song Zhongji asked in a low voice: "What do you want to reply?"

"Oh... tell her I'm fine now."

"Well, the reply is complete. Someone named xxx asked when you will be discharged from the hospital."

"Do you know when you can leave the hospital?"

"The doctor said that you should be hospitalized for observation for at least a week."

"Oh...then talk to him for two weeks."

"Okay, there is a house upstairs in my house for sale, how about helping you look at it tomorrow?"

"Ah? Who said that?"

Song Zhongji snorted, "Nu Na, are you pretending to be stupid?"

"... Is your house upstairs, what kind of house?" Song Zhizhen was embarrassed to think about how stupid he was just now.

"Let me show you the picture." Song Zhongji sat directly next to Song Zhiyi, and Song Zhiyi had no choice but to move to the side, but Song Zhongji wanted to lean next to her: "Nu Na, it's best to settle down before leaving the hospital, so You can move there directly after you leave the hospital.”

"The one you showed me is your home?" Song Zhiwei saw sharply the photo album in the living room, which included her and a group photo of the two of them.

"Well, it's about the same size, and it happens to be upstairs in my house." Song Zhongji didn't mind at all that his naked body was unfolded in front of Song Zhiyi. He had long wanted to invite Song Zhiyi to his house, but at that time he was afraid that Song Zhiyi would refuse, so he didn't say it.

There are quite a lot of photos, and I don't know when Song Zhongji deliberately wanted to show her.

"Very good, is the house decorated?"

"Enjing's decoration is the same as that of my house. If you can, you can buy some furniture and move in." Song Zhongji didn't tell Song Zhiyi that the house was bought by himself with the money he had saved in the past few years, and his parents paid half of the money. The name is reserved for marrying a wife, and the house he lives in now is a second-hand house that he bought in installments when he debuted hard.

Under Song Zhongji's expectant gaze, Song Zhiyi finally nodded unbearably: "Okay, ask me the price."

In the evening, the two of them ate the medicinal porridge together. Song Zhongji also ate it with her in order to prevent Song Zhiyi from having other appetites. When Song Zhiyi saw the medicinal porridge, he was dying. The thing is really terrible.

After she was full, Song Zhongji asked her to drink another bowl of ginseng chicken soup. Song Zhiyi drank it with a bitter face and pawed his mouth twice, finally it tasted oily.

Before going to bed, Song Zhongji helped Song Zhiyi get up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. Song Zhongji knew that Song Zhiyi would be embarrassed, so after she went in, he told her to go out and let her lock the door and be careful not to fall. Song Zhiyi chuckled when he heard the sound of him opening and closing the door, It turned out that there were still things that made him ashamed.

After taking a shower, Song Zhiyi lay on the bed and waited for Song Zhongji, while continuing to reply text messages from relatives and friends.

When Song Zhongji came back, there was a faint smell of tobacco on his body, and he was holding a bag in his hand. It is estimated that Cha Tae-hyun brought him clothes. Song Zhongji will stay tonight...

Song Zhongji took out the ipad from his bag and gave it to Song Jiji: "It's still early, you can play until nine o'clock."

This is too strict!She usually doesn't go to bed until eleven or twelve o'clock, but now she is not willing to let her go to bed so early!Although Song Zhizhen protested in his heart, he still obediently took the ipad and played without saying a word.

Satisfied, Song Zhongji took out a towel and covered Song Zhiyi's head and rubbed it randomly. Song Zhiyi struggled to shake off the towel: "I blew it."

"I didn't dry it, I catch a cold easily, you are in poor health now, the doctor said to be very careful." Song Zhongji said that the movements of his hands were gentle, and gently rubbed her hair with a towel. Song Zhiyi's hair was smooth and black, these days Doesn't feel oily or frizzy at all.

After saying this, Song Zhiyi let him dry it softly. After 10 minutes, Song Zhongji finally let her go to wash with satisfaction. Looking at his back, he seemed to be able to feel his good mood. Then he raised the corners of his mouth and stroked his hair , laughing like a slut.

When Song Zhongji came out, he saw that Song Zhiyu was very involved in playing. Song Zhongji sat and watched her play, and finally two people competed to play. At nine o'clock, he was a little bit unsatisfied. Song Zhongji took back the ipad and turned off the lights. Song Zhiwei lay on the bed anxiously, feeling unwilling .

The lights went out, the ward was dark, and there were lonely men and widows. Song Zhiyi grabbed the quilt and remembered that she was lying in Song Zhongji's arms last night, listening to Song Zhongji's footsteps with nervous ears, thinking that Song Zhongji would sleep in her tonight Beside him, who knew that Song Zhongji was just bypassing her bed and lying on the bed prepared for him yesterday, Song Zhizhen was inexplicably lost.

Song Zhongji turned over and lay on his side, slowly adapting to the darkness, he could see Song Zhiyi's figure dimly in his eyes: "I won't squeeze with Nuna tonight, it will crush you." In fact, he was afraid that he couldn't help but overstep. After being happy with each other, I cherish it even more.

"I'm going to sleep." Although Song Zhiyi didn't believe Song Zhongji's reason, it sounded very embarrassing, as if she really wanted to squeeze with him.

Song Zhongji chuckled in the dark, Song Zhiyi's ears were reddened by the laughter, and he turned his back to him awkwardly, he was a sheep in his heart.

"Nu Na, good night."

"……Good night."

Then the air was filled with the entangled breathing of the two of them. Song Zhiyi felt sleepy after closing her eyes for a while, and she didn't know if it was because Song Zhongji's good night made her feel at ease, so she fell asleep so quickly, Mimi In a daze, she seemed to hear Song Zhongji's sigh, very close to her ear.

That night, Song Zhiyi's studio tweeted: Don't worry, I'm fine [Picture] [Picture]

The first photo is a panoramic photo. Song Zhiyi is sitting on the bed in sick clothes and looking down at the book in his hand. The second photo is a recent photo. Song Zhiyi turned his head and looked out the window. She couldn't see her expression clearly, but her pale face was full of energy. .

As soon as the photo was released, the fans who had been raging for two days and netizens from all walks of life shouted in relief. There was no news for so long and everyone thought that something was wrong with Song Zhiyi. Yes, so it is calculated that Song Zhiyi has been awake for a day, and now the studio has released a picture showing that she is in good physical condition now.

However, some sharp-eyed fans zoomed in on the photo and saw the scar on Song Zhiyi's wrist. Although it was not obvious in the photo and was covered with a sleeve, the scar could still be vaguely seen. Immediately, fans began to feel distressed in various ways, guessing that Song Zhiyi was not Only one place hurts.

After the scars were picked up, a nurse at the hospital suddenly broke the news that Song Zhiyi was unconscious when he was sent to the hospital, with severe bruises and swelling on his neck, wrists, ankles, and left side of his face, as well as a slight concussion.

This revelation completely blew up the Internet. No wonder Song Zhiyi's two photos showed the right face, not even a full face. This kind of statement made fans feel even more distressed.

Then someone started to hunt down the gangsters. These two days were dominated by the news that Song Zhiyi was hospitalized. Everyone almost forgot about the gangsters. Now everyone only knows that the gangsters were caught by the police, but then there seemed to be no news.

Maybe it was caused by the Internet. The police station that arrested the gangster issued a statement the next day, saying that the gangster is now being held in the police station, and all follow-up information will be announced after the sentence.

So on the day this statement was issued, Song Zhiyi was interrogated by the police at the hospital. The policemen who came to make a statement gasped when they saw Song Zhiyi. The ruthlessness of the gangster's attack can be seen directly from Song Zhiyi's exposed scars. .

"Song Zhiyi xi, how is your health now?" In order not to make Song Zhiyi nervous, the police didn't go directly to the topic at first, but cared about Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiwei smiled: "It's much better, but it's not very pretty."

Seeing that Song Zhiyi was quite calm and knew how to joke, a few policemen looked at each other and the doctor came to make rounds and had a face-to-face meeting with the police. The police directly checked Song Zhiyi's medical records. There were many injuries and concussions caused by violence, which belonged to the serious level. The violent behavior, coupled with the burglary, the criminals added to the crime.

"Song Zhixi, can you tell me about the situation at that time?"

"Yes." Song Zhiyi sipped his saliva and told them the general idea. After all, his voice was not very comfortable, and it was very uncomfortable for thousands of fathers and mothers to hear his daughter's experience.

After the police understood the ins and outs, they asked Han Jincheng again. Han Jincheng described the scene he saw when he rushed in that day in great detail. Everyone in the ward was a little scared. If Han Jincheng hadn't arrived in time, maybe the situation would be different now.

"When the gangsters rushed in, they held a teacup and wanted to smash Song Zhiyi. Although this is not murder, it can still cause death if the attack is ruthless. Therefore, we will handle this case carefully. Thank you for your cooperation today." Police Leave such a sentence before leaving.

Song Zhiyi didn't care about this confession, but his father and mother didn't recover from it for a long time, they kept holding Song Zhiyi's hand, not knowing whether they were comforting himself or Song Zhiyi: "I suffered, it's because my parents are not good, Always go abroad, we will not go out in the future, and take good care of you in China."

What Song Zhiyi is most afraid of is that his parents stay by his side: "It's okay, mom, I can take good care of myself by myself. This is an accident, and this kind of thing will never happen in the future."

"You said it was an accident, but I'm afraid there will be a second accident. No, I still have to watch you." Mother Qian poohed twice after she finished speaking: "Look at my crow's mouth, absolutely nothing will happen again gone."

"When I leave the hospital, I'll change to another neighborhood. When the time comes, I'll go back and pack it up. Let's rent it out depending on the situation." Song Zhiyi was very reluctant to part with that house. She lived in it for several years. She bought it with the first sum of money she saved. The memories are special. Much, as if growing up with her.

"Okay, okay, that house doesn't matter if you don't live in it. Is there a neighborhood you like? It's better to find a neighborhood with better security. The xx neighborhood where many celebrities live is good. I heard that there are many security guards. They patrol every hour every day. .”

Thousands of fathers and thousands of mothers are already screening the community for Song Zhiyi. Song Zhiyi opened his mouth and finally failed to say what Song Zhongji had already arranged for her. Forget it, it will be the same when the time comes.