Song Qinrong slept until late at night before getting up.

She rubbed her head, and she was still groggy.

I simply planned to go outside to wash my face.

She walked into the bathroom and just turned on the faucet, her eyes were attracted by her bandage pig's hooves.

In an instant, the scene where Fu Sichen was pressed to bandage in the hospital during the day and the scene where Fu Sichen led her to forcibly undergoing examinations all came into my mind.

Song Qinrong took a deep breath and took a deep breath.

Still couldn't help it.

I rushed back to the room and turned on the computer, and typed a few codes on the keyboard.

A chat dialog box suddenly appeared.

Song Qinrong typified a few words: "How is the investigation?"

Two seconds later, a voice popped up on the computer.

She put on her headphones and her tone was extremely cold: "It's been three days, when did Spades do things so slowly?"

She turned on the voice changer, and couldn't tell the difference between men and women, let alone gender.

But the other party still clearly heard the anger in her words.

The other party silently and spoke a little aggrievedly: "It's not that there is no progress at all... The Song family's younger generation has found out.

Song Hongwen's family is now mainly engaged in the entertainment industry and is not very interested in antique calligraphy and painting.

Song Hongyang's mind was full of women, and he usually followed his brother to pick up some leftovers.

As for Mrs. Song, she was a poor orphan back then, and she fled to the capital. After thinking about it, "The Cold Yao Chi" could only be with Mr. Song."

"So." Song Qinrong smiled faintly, "After talking for a long time, you still don't have a definite conclusion?"

Then how long will she stay in the capital?

As soon as Fu Sichen caught her, he asked her to have a full-body examination. In just three days, she had already forced her to jump off the fifth floor.

How else can I hide next time? Could it be that I want her to jump off the cliff?

When Song Qinrong thought of this, her scalp became numb.

It’s better to quickly find out who is in "Yao Chi Cold" and leave the Song family as soon as possible!

"This, isn't this narrowing the scope, but it's not confirmed yet. Oh, it's probably in the hands of Mr. Song anyway..."

The other party's voice became lighter and lighter, and he had no confidence.

Song Qinrong sneered: "Three days. I'll give you another three days. Three days later, if there is no definite news, you will come and see you."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the other party to answer and directly pinched his voice.

"Three days?"

The man looked at the hanging up voice and his mouth twitched.

It seems that there will be another wisp of wronged soul in this world soon.

...

The next day, Song Qinrong finished breakfast, and Zhao Shuying had not even gone downstairs.

Mrs. Chen muttered with a worried look: "Why has the old lady gotten asleep recently? She used to wake up very early."

Meng Yali also frowned: "However, I don't seem to be so afraid of the cold recently."

Song Qinrong held the corner of her lips.

Since changing the medicine, Zhao Shuying's energy has no longer been lost, so she naturally won't be able to sleep well like before.

For patients, having a good sleep can be more effective than any magic medicine.

Thinking of this, Song Qinrong's eyebrows raised slightly.

After drinking the milk in the cup, she was about to get up when she heard Meng Yali say apologetically.

"By the way, Rongrong, Yiyi rushed to class in the morning, so she asked Lao Zhang to take her away. Why don't you take a taxi today?"

If Zhao Shuying was here, Meng Yali would definitely take the initiative to help Song Qinrong applaud the car.

But now that she is not here, Meng Yali is too lazy to worry about this.

Song Qinrong nodded indifferently and walked straight out of the door.

The old house was remote and the car was not easy to scream. As soon as she was about to take out her mobile phone, the familiar black phantom slowly erected in front of her.

The car window lowered, revealing Fu Sichen's delicate side face. He turned his head and clasped the steering wheel with his slender fingers: "Get on the car."

For a moment, Song Qinrong felt tragic as if she was about to jump off the cliff the next second.

She instinctively took a step back.

Fu Sichen pursed his lips: "Send you to school."

It's not that you are being taken to the hospital.

"Really?" Song Qinrong didn't believe it.

"Come up."

Looking at the vigilance in the girl's eyes, Fu Sichen sighed with a chance, and said in a low tone, "I don't want to force you to jump to the fifth floor again."

Song Qinrong frowned and stared at the man's face, with a serious expression that was not as fake.

She knows Fu Sichen's personality quite well.

He said he wouldn't force her, then he wouldn't force her anymore.

Thinking of this, Song Qinrong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door and sat in: "Thank you, Teacher Fu."

A faint smile appeared on Fu Sichen's face.

He turned the steering wheel, and after turning a beautiful turn, the car drove towards the school.

Song Qinrong sat in the passenger seat.

Without the pressure of a full-body examination, she was very relaxed.

Finally, I had the first time since the reunion, and I admired the beauty of the man in front of me.

On weekdays, Fu Sichen always exudes a sense of arrogance and coldness all over his body. His iceberg face that has not changed for thousands of years can often keep people from thousands of miles away.

But now Song Qinrong discovered that Fu Sichen's temperament would undergo such a huge change when driving.

No matter how fast or slow the car is, there are more or less cars on the road, he always smells carelessly.

His fingers with distinct joints hit the steering wheel one after another, with a smile on his face.

The more Song Qinrong looked at it, the stronger the inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart.

Where did she see Fu Sichen driving?

Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly saw a sharp blade flashing in Fu Sichen's eyes. The steering wheel suddenly hit, and the car changed lanes and accelerated up.

"What's wrong?" She felt bad intuition.

Fu Sichen's tone was still faint: "Someone is chasing us."

The movements on the hands are not slow, but the speed is getting faster and faster.

Song Qinrong looked at the rearview mirror and found that there were indeed several cars shuttled along the road behind her.

The cars didn't drive out of the suburbs for long, and there were not many cars on the road, which made the cars chasing them look particularly eye-catching.

Song Qinrong's eyes suddenly narrowed and began to take out things in her schoolbag, asking, "Who have you offended?"

Fu Sichen chuckled: "It should be you."

The person who dares to trouble the fourth young master of the Fu family in the capital may not have been born yet.

Song Qinrong was silent for a while, as if she had indeed offended many people recently.

Thinking of this, her hands moved faster.

She took out a pen with one hand and pressed the window with the other. In order to poke the car behind more accurately, she simply untied the seat belt on her body.

Fu Sichen's face changed: "Tie the seat belt!"

"Soon." Song Qinrong had no time to explain, and the pen in her hand had been thrown out one after another.

Fu Sichen saw this scene in the rearview mirror and his eyes sank: "Is it you who was at the airport that day?"

"Um."

Song Qinrong instantly understood the intention of the other party’s questioning and curled her lips and smiled.

After throwing the pen, she saw that the speed of the car in the back had obviously dropped. She turned her head with satisfaction and was about to sit down when she suddenly widened her eyes.

I saw two large trucks coming towards them on the not-so-wide road in front of me.

"not good!"
Chapter completed!