Ning Si knew from the beginning that Song Huaijing couldn't be the only woman by her side.

He had already met with Ye Qixi before, and now that he answered the woman's phone again, she didn't think it was strange.

Moreover, listening to his attitude towards this woman, the relationship between the two should be not bad.

Then she is even less qualified to ask anything.

Ning Si yawned, lay down on the bed, and prepared for sleep.

Song Huaijing stared at her for a while, and then withdrew his gaze.

After the phone call, neither of them spoke again.

Song Huaijing lay down beside Ning Si. He pulled the quilt off her side and covered her body.

It is a double quilt, and it is more than enough for two people to cover a quilt. But Ning Si wasn't used to it.

She turned her back to Song Huaijing, her expression a little unnatural.

The presence of the people behind her is too strong, and it is difficult for her to ignore it.

Fortunately, her psychological quality is not bad, and she can still sleep under this pressure.

Because it's so sleepy.

Filming in the crew is a manual work in itself, and she has to go back to read books and memorize lines after finishing work every day, and the whole person is in a state of overdraft.

In the past few days of the Spring Festival, I can finally sleep well.

The next day was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and Song Huaijing went out without waiting for Ning Si to get up.

He bought a bouquet of lilies, a bouquet of carnations at the flower shop and drove to the cemetery alone.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, and it takes more than 40 minutes from Xishan Villa.

Song Huaijing went out at seven o'clock, and it was nearly eight o'clock when he came out of the flower shop, and it was about eight forty when he arrived at the cemetery.

Song Huaijing parked the car at the gate of the cemetery, and as soon as he got out of the car, he saw Xu Jingzhi standing aside with flowers.

Xu Jingzhi was wearing a pure white woolen coat, probably because of the cold weather, her nose was red from the cold.

Seeing Song Huaijing get out of the car, Xu Jingzhi walked in front of him as soon as possible.

"It's been a long time. Song Huaijing asked her.

"No, I just arrived, and it's only been ten minutes. ”

Xu Jingzhi smiled and shook her head, she looked at the lily in Song Huaijing's arms, and then looked at the one in her hand.

"Are we all in agreement?"

"Let's go. Song Huaijing didn't answer her words, turned around and walked towards the cemetery.

Seeing this, Xu Jingzhi immediately followed him.

She walked beside Song Huaijing with her head down, occasionally turning her head to sneak a glance at him.

"Is it still a person during the Spring Festival this year?" After hesitating for a long time, Xu Jingzhi still asked this question.

Without waiting for Song Huaijing to answer, she said again: "Perhaps, you can come to my house." ”

"I've been with her. For Xu Jingzhi, Song Huaijing has nothing to hide.

Although he didn't say his name directly, Xu Jingzhi quickly knew who the person in his mouth was.

The man who made him re-infected with his bad habits. Xu Jingzhi pursed her lips and asked him casually, "How are your feelings?"

Song Huaijing thought for a moment and answered her truthfully: "It's not good." ”

"Then why did you leave her behind?" Xu Jingzhi asked him.

"She was very cooperative. Song Huaijing's answer was concise and clear.

"You touched it anyway. ”

Xu Jingzhi had the pictures she had seen in her mind, and when she spoke again, her breath was already unstable.

"What did you do to her?"

"Today is not a treatment. Song Huaijing did not answer Xu Jingzhi's question.

His off-string voices are also clearly expressed.

Xu Jingzhi didn't want to step on his bottom line, so she chose to shut up.

……

Before they knew it, the two men had walked to the tombstone.

Song Huaijing and Xu Jingzhi placed flowers in front of the tombstone one after the other.

The black tombstone bears the name of the owner of this tomb.

- The tomb of his mother, Song Ling'an.

There is also a picture of her on the tombstone.

Xu Jingzhi had seen photos of Song Ling'an before, and she was not yet fifty years old when she died. The charm is still there, and she is a middle-aged woman with a very temperament.

Xu Jingzhi knew Song Huaijing's past very clearly, and also understood Song Ling'an's position in his heart.

Song Huaijing stood in front of the tombstone, didn't say a word, stared at the photo above, and didn't move away for a long time.

Xu Jingzhi knew that he didn't want to be disturbed, so he stood beside him and accompanied him silently.

Song Huaijing squatted down in front of the tombstone and wiped the photo on it with his palm.

Xu Jingzhi saw very clearly that his eyes were red.

Sure enough, just as she thought, after so many years, he still couldn't accept the fact that Song Lingan had left.

He has always been haunted by Song Ling'an's death.

So he spared no effort to take revenge on the Wei family, and for so many years, he trapped himself in place.

Xu Jingzhi walked to him and squatted down, raised his hand to grab his wrist, and comforted him gently: "Don't be sad, she doesn't want you to be like this." ”

Song Huaijing didn't speak, and let Xu Jingzhi pull his wrist.

His eyes kept falling on that picture, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long, long time.

Song Huaijing stayed in the cemetery for more than an hour, and Xu Jingzhi accompanied him for more than an hour.

Later, it rained lightly in the suburbs, and Xu Jingzhi began to persuade him to leave.

Song Huaijing was just about to leave with Xu Jingzhi, when he turned around and saw Wei Zhanyang.

Song Huaijing's face was not good-looking, but after seeing Wei Zhanyang, it was even more difficult to see the extreme.

Wei Zhanyang was holding a bouquet of white lilies in his hand, he was dressed in black, and he really looked like he had come to pay tribute.

Song Huaijing walked up and blocked him from approaching.

"What are you doing here?" Wei Zhanyang was very dissatisfied with Song Huaijing's behavior, and looked at him with a frown: "I just came to see her." She's like—"

"She has nothing to do with you. Song Huaijing interrupted Wei Zhanyang's words with a cold face, "You are not qualified to look at her, get out." ”

"Rebel!" Wei Zhanyang himself is not a good-tempered person, and when Song Huaijing said this, his face naturally couldn't hang up.

"Do you still have me as a father in your eyes?" he became more and more excited, and the green tendons on his forehead had burst out.

Hearing the word "father", Song Huaijing's face was like frost.

He glanced at Wei Zhanyang and told him lightly, "You have never been my father. ”

Wei Zhanyang sighed, slowed his tone slightly, and continued to explain him.

"I know. What happened back then was that I was not good, and I shouldn't have protected Wei Jian, but it's been so long, why can't you think about it? No matter how bad he is, it's your brother, you-"

"He's not. Song Huaijing interrupted Wei Zhanyang's words again. "My mom only has one son. ”

"It's okay if you don't want to recognize him, but I'm your father, and no one can change that. ”

Wei Zhan was so angry that he kept coughing, and his hand holding the lily trembled slightly.

When people are old, their blood pressure is high, and their heart is overloaded, they can't withstand any stimulation.

Although Xu Jingzhi is a psychiatrist, she still understands some knowledge of clinical medicine.

Seeing Wei Zhanyang's reaction, she quickly tugged Song Huaijing's hand.

"Huai Zhan, don't irritate him. ”

Celebrate the New Year. In case anything happens to Wei Zhanyang's body, it is estimated that he will have to spend the New Year in the hospital.

Song Huaijing called the management of the cemetery and told him that no one was allowed to come and pay respects to Song Ling'an.

The management of the cemetery knew Song Huaijing, and after he made this request, he quickly agreed.

Wei Zhanyang failed to say a few words to Song Lingan seriously.

He also admitted it, and when he was leaving, Wei Zhanyang wanted to leave the lilies in his hand, but Song Huaijing refused.

"Dirty, she doesn't need it. Song Huaijing once again ordered him to be expelled.

……

Wei Zhanyang finally left, and Song Huaijing watched his back disappear into the cemetery, and his emotions exploded again.

Fortunately, Xu Jingzhi pressed his hands in time.

"Calm down. Xu Jingzhi looked at his scarlet eyes, "Let's go out first, let's go out, okay?"

Song Huaijing nodded, indeed, this is not the place to lose your temper.

She'll be worried when she sees it.

Xu Jingzhi pulled Song Huaijing out of the cemetery, and the two of them got into the car one left and one right.

Xu Jingzhi sat down in the co-pilot, she looked sideways at the man sitting next to her, and sighed softly.

"Huaijing, don't embarrass yourself with the past anymore. ”

"Are you trying to persuade me to forgive them? Song Huaijing was very sensitive at this time, Xu Jingzhi said this, he subconsciously thought that Xu Jingzhi was speaking for the Wei family.

"No, I just want you to let yourself go. Xu Jingzhi looked at him with extremely serious eyes: "Both of them don't want you to spend the rest of your life in hatred." You should know. ”

"Can't do it. Song Huaijing said to her. "Don't push me. ”

Xu Jingzhi moved her lips, and wanted to say something more, but finally held back.

She knew that hatred was the only thing that sustained him to where he is today.

On the way back, Song Huaijing didn't speak all the way, and Xu Jingzhi didn't bother him.

She didn't dare to say too much, for fear that he would be annoyed.

Song Huaijing sent Xu Jingzhi home, and then drove back to Xishan Villa.

When he came back, Ning Si was still lying in bed.

She hasn't enjoyed this kind of life of lying in bed and scrolling Weibo after waking up for a long time.

It's a cloudy day in Jiangcheng today, which is really suitable for lying in bed.

When Ning Si was looking at the supernatural, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and she screamed in fright.

Some gaffes.

When she saw Song Huaijing, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Ning Si put his phone aside and sat up to greet Song Huaijing.

"Song ......" only said one word in one sentence, and he pounced.

Ning Si didn't parry at all. He was pressed on the bed, and his neck hurt.

Song Huaijing was a little wrong today, Ning Si could faintly feel a sense of anger on his body, and he didn't know where it came from.

Could it be that the pigeon was released by the woman who called him last night?

Just thinking like this, his body had already been turned over by him.

Ning Si lay on the bed. Face against the quilt. Not ready to accept it, he has already arrived.

……

Ning Si grabbed the sheets and held her breath to bear it silently.

Song Huaijing should be angry outside, because his actions today are really like venting, and it is not the same feeling as usual at all.

Ning Si was about to arrive, but Song Huaijing suddenly stopped. He straightened her body and looked at her face.

Ning Si shrunk on the bed, her body shaking.

Song Huaijing suddenly pinched her chin, and her hand was so strong that she screamed.

"Mr. Song. ”

Ning Si licked his lips and shouted his name in a dumb voice.

Her voice is heard. Song Huaijing turned his hand around her waist and continued.

At the end, Ning Si's body was already shaking.

She lay flat on the bed, and she didn't even have the strength to turn over.

Song Huaijing left the bedroom after he finished it, when he closed the door. Ning Si felt like a woman who had been voted by a woman.

Lifting her pants and not recognizing people happened to her.

But think about it carefully, it would be good if Song Huaijing could treat her like this all the time.

……

Ning Si got up and took a shower, and after washing, he changed into a set of clothes and went downstairs.

As soon as I got downstairs, I smelled the smell of food.

…… Song Huaijing seems to be cooking again.

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