"Leng Zhuo, don't you say it's strange? How did the Song couple know about Uncle Song's head being beaten by my father. Yan Songsong thought about it for a long time, felt that things were a little strange, and couldn't help but ask Leng Zhuo.

"What's so hard to guess about this, someone should have called to tell them. "Leng Zhuo generally sees things quite accurately, so what he says can often hit the nail on the head.

"Someone called them and told them to tell the news?"

"Who do you think that person might be?" Yan Songsong guessed.

Leng Zhuo shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. But in short, the person who made the small report had bad intentions. ”

After hearing this, Yan Songsong couldn't help but nodded, but no matter how much she wanted to break her head, she couldn't think of who it would be, deliberately going against their family.

Originally, Song Zimu didn't care about it. His mother offered to take care of him because of guilt, and the medical expenses for Song Zimu's hospitalization this time were also paid by their family.

In this way, there is enough sincerity, and there are still people who deliberately pick things.

Yan Songsong was thinking about the strangeness of this matter, but he heard Leng Zhuo say.

"I think, I know who it is. Immediately, he pulled Yan Songsong by the hand, and the two hid their figures.

Then they saw Su Jin walking over with a couple who were about fifty years old and looked like they were from a wealthy family.

She said as she walked: "Auntie, don't be angry with Zimu. He must have been drugged by that woman, you are his parents, he doesn't kiss you, who does he kiss. ”

Then the Song couple didn't know what to say, and the three of them discussed a few words in a low voice, and walked in the direction of the ward where Song Zimu lived.

And when Yan Songsong saw Su Jin, his whole complexion changed.

"It turns out she's a green tea. ”

Leng Zhuo heard the words green tea, the expression on his face was complicated, and he couldn't help but ask again. "Songsong, what did you just say?"

Yan Songsong didn't notice that he inadvertently said a term that shouldn't be said.

Busy said: "It's nothing, let's go down to find my mother." ”

Leng Zhuo didn't speak, and walked behind Yan Songsong with a complicated expression.

If he hadn't heard or remembered correctly, he thought, the term green tea was the internet term of the twentieth century. With Yan Songsong's identity as a country girl in the eighties, it is impossible to know this term, unless she is also reborn like herself?

If she is also reborn like herself. Many things that he couldn't explain before seem to be solved.

So what kind of mood should she be in to face herself.

She didn't feel guilty about herself, so she would stand up when she was framed.

Because she pitied herself and wanted to compensate him, she agreed to be engaged to her?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to feel angry.

Yan Songsong didn't feel the subtle change in the expression on Leng Zhuo's face at all, and was still talking to her about Lin Meiru.

They drove aimlessly through the streets and alleys, without the slightest progress.

The two of them tossed for a while, and they were both a little tired.

And Leng Zhuo was also a little powerless because of a new discovery he inadvertently made. He was both conflicted and entangled in his heart. As soon as he thought that his two lives were planted in Yan Songsong's hands, he couldn't wait to ask him immediately.

But after all, he is not the hairy young man in his twenties before, and now even if he has doubts in his heart, he is not 100% sure after all.

It's still a long time, but it's slowly observing.

Thinking of this, his mood couldn't help but become much calmer.

Yan Songsong saw Leng Zhuo sitting there, his forehead was sweating, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Are you uncomfortable there, or I'll help you take a look. ”

Yan Songsong was about to reach out to grab his arm, but he refused.

"No, I'm fine, I just feel a little stuffy in the car, I'll just open some windows. ”

After speaking, Leng Zhuo rolled down the window a little.

Yan Songsong couldn't help but sneeze because of the cold air that suddenly entered from the window.

Leng Zhuo put his military coat on her body.

Yan Songsong covered his coat for the first time, and his clothes smelled of his body. But covering his coat, it was really reassuring, and then the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Leng Zhuo looked at Yan Songsong with a complicated expression, covering his coat with a smile on his face.

The two turned aimlessly for a while, and Leng Zhuo finally couldn't help it anymore and asked her. "Songsong, think about where your mother might go. If she's not happy, where will she go? ”

Being reminded by Leng Zhuo like this, Yan Songsong couldn't help but pat her head, she was so anxious that she forgot such an important thing.

So she began to analyze with her fingers crossed.

When Leng Zhuo saw her like this, she seemed to have become a scheming, innocent sixteen-year-old girl again, and her mood was even more complicated.

I only listened to Yan Songsong's analysis: "If I am my mother who is in a bad mood and don't want to go home, then where will I go?"

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Songsong's eyes couldn't help but light up, and even his voice was much higher. "I know where my mom might go, where it is, there should be three. ”

Seeing this girl who realized it later, Leng Zhuo felt that he seemed to be thinking too much, his voice couldn't help but soften, and he said, "Well, you talk about it." ”

Yan Songsong began to analyze: "I think the first place my mother may go to should be the studio, after all, it is where she works." And the owner of the studio helped my mother, which gave her a sense of trust. ”

"She's definitely in a bad mood right now, and she has to avoid people she knows, and I think my mother will choose to go to the studio. ”

Leng Zhuo shook his head and said with certainty: "I don't think your first article is definitely true." I think with your mother's character, she will choose a place that she has a good impression of, or that is worth remembering. ”

Yan Songsong couldn't help but glance at him, stretched out his hand and commanded: "The car turned around, let's go to the studio to have a look first." ”

Leng Zhuo didn't move, but looked at her and said, "Don't go, you can tell me about the second possible place for your mother, let's go to the second place." ”

Yan Songsong's stubbornness also came up, "If you don't go to the studio, I won't talk about the second place first." ”

The two of them stared dryly for a while, and finally Leng Zhuo compromised, but before he drove, he actually reached over and pinched Yan Songsong's face.

directly made Yan Songsong stupid.

Seeing Yan Songsong's instantly petrified appearance, Leng Zhuo suddenly felt in a good mood.

After the car stopped, Yan Songsong took the lead in getting out of the car and walking into the studio. It happened that Xiaojie was squatting at the door of the studio, holding a pen in his hand and scribbling on the white paper.

Zhao Zhi also set up a small drawing board for him, and when he painted, he was still troublesome.

However, he didn't seem to be going well, and the black pen and ink made his face and hands all over the place, and he looked like a little cat.