Song Fei's unhappiness is obvious.

So when she finished her inspection, Zou Liwen slipped away quickly, and when Ren Yulan heard the movement and ran out, she just stepped on the tail sound of the car starting.

"This is leaving?" she was a little surprised, "what about the utensils?"

"Someone came to collect it. After Song Fei finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the workbench.

Ren Yulan was stunned: "You...... Not eating?"

"Well, no appetite. She began to work with her head down, but after a while, she raised her head again, and her face was very normal, "Let's speed up, if there is nothing else to do, I guess we will soon be able to call it a day." ”

Song Fei's "very soon" was about half an hour later, but unfortunately when it came to a critical moment, someone disrupted the plan.

The wind chimes shook again, and a timid voice floated in: "Miss Song, are you busy?"

Song Fei's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

If it's a stranger, it's fine, but this person, there is no reason for him to rush out.

When Ren Yulan saw Jiang Qingyin for the first time, he was startled at first, and then quickly regained his composure.

After all, I hadn't seen it before, so if I looked at the other party's face closely, I would only think that she was sick.

But Song Fei is different.

"Are you okay?" She didn't expect that in just two days, Jiang Qingyin had changed so much, as if the things that supported her life had been siphoned off, and now only an empty shell was left.

Jiang Qingyin smiled with difficulty, didn't speak, and only thanked Ren Yulan after taking the tea handed by Ren Yulan.

Song Fei sat down opposite and looked carefully: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Qingyin pursed her lips, but asked a question: "Miss Song, on the day of the dance, can you arrive earlier?"

Arriving early?

Song Fei looked at Jiang Qingyin, puzzled, puzzled, and felt that this matter was not quite right. And Jiang Qingyin slowly lowered her head in her changing sight, as if she had exhausted all her strength with that sentence just now.

It seems that the others took the initiative to say that they couldn't wait.

Song Fei sighed in her heart and said directly: "What you said is not a question. ”

Jiang Qingyin was silent for a moment and hummed softly.

Song Fei touched her fingers, her gaze moved down, and fell on Jiang Qingyin's arm and the back of her hand in turn, Jiang Qingyin may not be used to being stared at like this, so she curled up her hand and shrunk it into her sleeve.

But between this movement, Song Fei's eyes widened, and she didn't have time to say more, she pulled Jiang Qingyin's arm and rolled her sleeve up.

Ren Yulan next to him suddenly exclaimed.

Jiang Qingyin wanted to withdraw her hand, but unfortunately it was too late, Song Fei pulled hard, and her face sank very much.

On the wrist in front of him, there are several scars intertwined.

In the past time with an impression, Song Fei has not seen someone like Jiang Qingyin. This group of people is called gentle when it sounds good, and cowardice when it is bad. She has a personality and is not very good friends with them, but it is really unexpected that she can be entangled with Jiang Qingyin this time.

"You killed yourself?"

"No!" Jiang Qingyin shouted, and probably felt that the reaction was too intense, so he quickly softened his voice, "Yes...... It's a fall. ”

"Look at the color, how many times have you fallen?" Song Fei said directly, "If you don't want to say that you can tell me, you don't have to lie." ”

Jiang Qingyin's eyes flashed and flashed, but she didn't speak again.

But he didn't speak, and it was not a way to wait, and after a while, Song Fei had to take the initiative to make it clear: "Since you want to help, you can't just not tell me at all, right?"

Jiang Qingyin couldn't believe what she heard: "You agreed?"

She spread her hands: "I guess, this should be someone else's meaning, who is it?"

Jiang Qingyin was asked nowhere to retreat, and said softly: "It's Jiahong, my husband, he said ......" She gradually blushed, and struggled to squeeze out a sentence, "It's rare to see Miss Song attending, and I should go early to avoid being disturbed." ”

Song Fei sighed, and her face didn't change much.

Her explanation was logical, but ......

Song Fei and Ren Yulan glanced at each other and tacitly understood each other.

Jiang Qingyin's task was completed, and she left "Tinglan" with a sense of relief.

When the others couldn't see it, Song Fei reached out and knocked in front of Ren Yulan, and coincidentally, Ren Yulan held his chin and raised his eyebrows at her: "Don't tell me you really believe it." ”

It wasn't true, but she was telling part of the truth. ”

"Huh?"

"With Jiang Qingyin's character, I believe that this request was indeed made by Zheng Jiahong, but why must it be me?" Song Fei asked, "Do you know Zheng Jiahong?"

"I don't know much, the boss of Daotong Logistics, the struggle history of typical small local people, not a big person. ”

Song Fei put her hand on her forehead and frowned in thought.

"You're going with Zhong Shidu?"

She leaned on the table and said sullenly, "What's the matter with him?" Jiang Qingyin came to invite me. But after a pause, she remembered, "I heard you right, she said I was 'rare to attend'?"

"Be confident, you're right. ”

Song Fei straightened her waist and wondered: "It stands to reason that I should have participated often in the past, or did Zhong Shidui not take me?"

Ren Yulan was speechless by her brain circuit: "How would I know if Zhong Shidui will take you with you......" But after speaking, he quickly made up for himself, "You really rarely participate, but I don't know the specifics, if you want to ask, just ask Zhong Shidui himself." ”

Please, I don't want to communicate with him!

Song Fei waved his hand in disgust and decisively refused.