Song Yiheng wrinkled his eyebrows and drove the car, originally thinking about saying something, but when the words came to his lips, he fell silent.

There was a depressing discomfort in the car, Su Yiqing pursed her bloodshot lips, and looked coldly at the street lights flickering outside the car window, her eyes becoming more and more resolute.

Song Yiheng glanced at Su Yiqing with gloomy eyes, and his heart sank.

"Yiqing. The man's low, hoarse voice sounded in the quiet air: "If it was Jane Ai, she would cry a lot, and after crying, everything would pass." ”

Su Yiqing moved her bruised fingers, the pain cleared her mind a little, and her eyes flashed slightly: "What's the use of crying, crying will only make people more and more cowardly and stupid." A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Indeed, what is the use of crying. When I was a child, the more I cried, the more I was beaten by Qin Qingling, and the more I cried when I grew up, the more I was pinched as a soft persimmon. It's too late. At this moment, he has been injured completely.

The car was like lightning, speeding through the winding and rugged mountain roads. Song Yiheng still remembers that he had a car accident on this road more than half a month ago and rushed into the bottom of the mountain.

The car drove to the sanatorium where Jane Ai had stayed. Probably, as long as Su Yiqing can relax physically and mentally and stay here to recuperate. But if she wants, it doesn't hurt to leave her there.

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After Jane Ai's death, the sanatorium reopened to the public. There are a lot of elderly people living in them......

In a small building not far from the Sanatorium, the lights that had been dark for a long time were lit again.

Before Song Yiheng arrived at the sanatorium, he asked the workers to clean up the small building. As soon as I entered the house, I could smell the fresh scent of flowers, which were just planted in vases by the workers of the nursing home.

Su Yiqing walked into the room and looked everything in the room up and down, this is where Jian Ai lived before her death, and everything was restored to maintain the appearance of Jian Ai before her death. On the central wall of the room, there is a picture of Jane Ai, and below the photo is a freshly picked flower.

By this time, the sky was already faintly bright. Through the window, you can see that the workers of the nursing home have begun to get busy, and some elderly people who have risen early have already stood in the large courtyard to start their morning exercises.

It is surrounded by mountains, birds and flowers, and there is no noise from the outside world, let alone disputes outside. There is a sense of seclusion and comfort.

Suddenly.

With a "bang......", the door of the small building was slammed shut. A pair of powerful arms suddenly pulled Su Yiqing into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, Su Yiqing was taken aback, raised her face and met a pair of burning and hot eyes in shock.

Despite the struggle, he still couldn't break free from the domineering embrace.

"What are you doing?" Song Yiheng snorted coldly: "In the middle of the night, you asked me to pick you up from the hospital, isn't it just to throw yourself into your arms and give you a hug?"

"You...... You...... Think too much. Su Yiqing suddenly panicked, and the determination that had been pretending to be all the way disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I'm thinking too much?" Song Yiheng squinted slightly, looking at Su Yiqing: "That...... What are you calling me for? Just to find someone to lick your wounds and comfort you? I don't have that much time to spare. ”

Su Yiqing looked at Song Yiheng in a daze. Oh! It turns out that I think too much, and it turns out that the president is not willing to comfort himself. But...... At that time, I thought that except for Ling Moqing, only the president could really be relied on.

"President, I'm just ......"

"What are you just? just to comfort the loneliness in your heart?" Song Yiheng said as he approached Su Yiqing step by step, and the sparkling flames burning in his eyes almost melted Su Yiqing's entire body.

"No...... I ......" Su Yiqing slowly retreated, and the words paused when they reached her mouth. The original intention of calling was just to ask for help, a weak woman who was injured and had nowhere to go in the middle of the night...... But in fact, the president said that since the injury is not serious, he can take a taxi to the hotel or the airport, and find a man to pick him up, does he want him to sympathize with him and comfort his injured heart? When did I become so pretending to be twisted?

"Dumb? Song Yiheng forced Su Yiqing to the wall. Sexuality, sensual thin lip desire......

"No...... Gotta come here. Su Yiqing resisted Song Yiheng's attack with both hands, and twisted her face: "President, please don't do this!"

This kind of soft pleading voice is the most unstoppable.

looked at Su Yiqing's side face, revealing a slender and good-looking neck. Song Yiheng changed his way and put his lips on Su Yiqing's neck socket.

The sudden warmth stuck to her cold skin, and Su Yiqing shuddered. A flush exploded on his face in an instant,

Seeing Su Yiqing's reaction, Song Yiheng showed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, his lips moved to Su Yiqing's neck, and he exhaled beside Su Yiqing's red ears: "Has Yan Hezhi ever treated you like this?"

This sentence made Su Yiqing like thunder, and her eyes with a confused mist instantly cleared.

Su Yiqing didn't answer Song Yiheng's words, but just met his increasingly cold eyes, and pursed her lips.

Song Yiheng leaned closer to Su Yiqing, the tip of his nose was close to it, and an ambiguous breath rose in the air.

"Do you women like to be flirted like this? Song Yiheng said, holding Su Yiqing's hand and patrolling: "Why didn't you resist?"

Su Yiqing bit her lip. Turning her head, Su Yiqing saw Jian Ai's posthumous photo hanging on a wall on the side, and her chaotic mind instantly cleared up a little.

Su Yiqing frowned and said softly, "President, Sister Jian Ai is looking at us." As he spoke, he pointed to the picture with a trembling hand.

"Jian Ai?" Song Yiheng sneered: "Doesn't she just want the two of us to mix together?" After speaking, he pulled Su Yiqing tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh.

Su Yiqing closed her eyes and stopped looking at Jian Ai's photos. softened his body, felt Song Yiheng, and muttered, "Take everything you want." Women...... After all, it is to find a reliable man who can shelter from the wind and rain. As he spoke, he let go of his hands of resistance, leaned his head on Song Yiheng's body, and closed his eyes.

Enduring the unfamiliar pain, Su Yiqing had a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth: "President!

Song Yiheng listened to this, his eyes darkened, he withdrew his hand, and looked at Su Yiqing carefully with an inquiring gaze. When Su Yiqing was not submissive, there was really a little bit of Yao Mulan's shadow. Saying that the two of them are not sisters makes people wonder.