The moment Song Zhiqian saw the things in front of him clearly, his mind was full of swear words, and he scolded He Yan bloody.

Hemp, what's going on, that guy has a superhero makeover every week to have a tryst with Little Beauty, but he has to face the crit of Little Beauty for him here!

"Doctor Song, let's be honest, so that I can waste a little less effort."

Song Zhiqian gritted his teeth, and in his mind, heaven and man were at war, whether to confess He Yan or not.

"Miss Sang, I really don't know what you mean, and I don't know this jade plaque!" Hemp, send the Buddha to the west!

Sang Zi snorted, took Song Zhiqian's tie, wrapped it around his neck, and exerted another force.

Song Zhiqian instantly vomited, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Evildoer, murder!

Sang Zi let go of his hand, "Good, answer again." ”

Song Zhiqian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and once again the heavens and men were fighting in his mind, either he would confess He Yan, or he would have to confess half his life in the hands of Sang Zi.

He was about to open his mouth when there was a knock on the door.

"Open the door, why do you close the door?"

It was He Zichen's voice.

Song Zhiqian hurriedly spoke: "Miss Sang, you let go of me first, so that the children can see it." ”

"Don't worry, your door locks automatically, he can't get in."

Song Zhiqian: "......" made a mistake.

Sang Zi ignored He Zichen's banging on the door outside, and continued to move, "Speak!" ”

Song Zhiqian wanted to cry without tears, "I really don't know...... ...... vomit"

Before he finished speaking, Sang Zi snorted again.

Song Zhiqian wanted to die, he felt that he was really great to make such a big sacrifice for He Yan.

Sang Zi felt annoyed, carried him out from behind the desk, pressed him on the sofa and beat him directly.

Song Zhiqian hugged his head, gritted his teeth and endured the whole process, during which he tried to fight back, but was easily subdued by Sang Zi three or two.

Ten minutes later.

Outside, He Zichen's voice was hoarse, Sang Zi was tired, and Song Zhiqian was motionless in the sofa.

"Don't say it yet?"

Song Zhiqian stiffened his neck, was beaten to the ground, and shouted: "I don't know!" ”

Sang Zi: "Yo! ”

It's hard to get back.

She scratched her hair, "Cheng, then let's continue." ”

"Wait!" Song Zhiqian immediately made a defensive posture, shortness of breath, "Miss Sang, don't think that if you are He Yan's friend, I will always be patient with you, I will sue you!" ”

Sang Zi waved his hand, "You are free." ”

"Of course." She snorted, "If you can get out alive." ”

Song Zhiqian vomited blood.

He was really about to cry, "It's not that what the hell you want to ask, I just don't know." ”

Sang Zi didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to continue fighting.

Song Zhiqian was sad and angry, and was ready to ask He Yan for something after being beaten.

Suddenly, He Zichen outside was silent.

Sang Zi frowned, leaned on the edge of the sofa, and was about to turn around.

Bang!

The door to the room was kicked open from the outside.

Song Zhiqian cried with joy and looked at the visitor with wide eyes.

He Yan stood by the door, his eyes swept around the room, and saw Sang Zi half-propped up, and Song Zhiqian lying on the sofa in front of her, in a very unsightly posture.

"What are you doing?"

Sang Zi squinted, "It's quite timely." ”

He Yan blackened his face and tensed his jaw, "I asked you what you were doing?" What time do you know now? You're just in a strange man's office?! ”

Sang Zi blinked, sample, preemptive, right?

He Yan breathed a sigh of relief, came up and pulled Sang Zi outside, not caring about Song Zhiqian's life or death inside.

As soon as Sang Zizi went out, he saw He Zichen leaning against the corner.

She thought about it and knew what the problem was, little traitor!

He Yan dragged her out of the hospital all the way, and when she arrived at the door, she pretended to cover Sang Zi's head with a suit jacket, as if she was really thinking about her.

Sang Zi followed him into the car, with his arms around his chest, "Mr. He, aren't you busy at night?" ”

"If you gave me less trouble, it would have been much easier for me."

Sang Zi snorted, suddenly stretched out his hand, and directly touched the back of He Yan's neck.

"Mr. He, I sweated a lot all the way."

He Yan sat upright, took Sang Zi's hand off his neck, and looked serious, "You are an artist now, you must know how to do things." ”

"What if you don't understand?" Sang Zi leaned over, straddled his legs widely, and sat on He Yan's lap.

He Yan's eyes widened, "What are you doing?!" ”

"I lost a friend, last night."

"What's my business?"

"He looks like you, I put a mark on his shoulder, can you let me check it?"

He Yan: "No! ”

Sang Zi smiled at death, "Why? ”

He Yan's expression was serious, trying to tear Sang Zi off his body, "Come down!" ”

"You let me see it first." Sang Zi unceremoniously reached out to pull his neckline, and was about to reach his hand in.

Her hand was cold, and she rubbed it on He Yan's neck, and He Yan couldn't help but hit a spirit, and subconsciously pressed her hand.

"Sangzi!"

The man lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

Sang Zi blinked, "It's here." ”

He Yan closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and endured, "What do you look like now, do you want to engrave the three words "quilt/raising" on your mind?" ”

The smile on Sang Zi's face retracted, as if he had been hurt, and his hand stretched out from He Yan's neckline, maintaining the posture of sitting on his lap.

"Then I just want to make sure ......"

He Yan's heart was weak, he himself was not sure what he had done at certain times, and he was worried that he had really done something irreparable to Sang Zi.

"You go down first." The voice is slightly softened.

Sang Zi sniffed.

HE Yan: !!

He was stunned, a little panicked, and then thought of the last time Sang Zi lied to himself, and quickly calmed down.

"Do you think it will be useful to repeat the old trick?"

After speaking, he frowned and glanced at Sang Zi.

Smack.

A tear fell.

He Yan was shocked, and his body stiffened completely.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he reached out to lift Sang Zi's chin, a little clumsily wiping her tears.

"What is there to cry about, just a friend."

Sang Zi cried, "You don't understand, he ...... It is especially important. ”

He Yan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and asked tentatively, "How important?" ”

Sang Zi grabbed his shirt and sobbed heavily, "He took my most precious thing." ”

HE Yan: ???

His eyes widened, the blood in his body instantly coagulated, and his mind slowly digested Sang Zi's words.

The most precious thing for a girl......

He was a little speechless, and a bunch of complex emotions were mixed together in his chest, trying hard to pull out the memories that should be in his mind.

"What...... What happened at the time? ”

Sang Zi stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, "Just ...... Last week. ”

He Yan tried his best to look for a little clue.

But his memory was blank, and there was no pink picture.

When he was stunned, Sang Zi smacked his lips, and suddenly reached into his clothes again.

"What are you doing?!" He Yan was startled and grabbed her hand.

Sang Zi innocently faced, "You just let me take a look, I left a mark on the back of that bastard." ”

He Yan shrank back, a layer of sweat broke out on his back, and his throat was dry, "I don't have it on me, let go." ”

The corners of Sang Zi's eyes rose, and his tone was quiet, "Then how do I know if you have a weak heart?" ”

He Yan: "......"

Sang Zi wrapped his hands around his neck, looking delicate, leaned over and spoke against the corner of his lips, "And...... You look so nervous. ”

He Yan tensed all over, looked at the person in front of him steadily, and his breathing gradually became short.

It's been a long time.

He forced himself to calm down, a cold sweat broke out in his palms, and he reached out to pull Sang Zi's hand off his neck.

"Is this your new trick?"

Sang Zi frowned, "What?" ”

It's a little bit, and the Jedi will fight back.

He Yan's mind calmed down a little, and his tone was indifferent, "There can't be people in the world who look exactly the same, and I haven't done anything out of the ordinary to you, so I'm not welcome if you mess around again." ”

Sang Zi gritted his teeth, "...... Scold. ”

He Yan reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her away from his lap.

"Get out of the car and drive back by yourself."

Sang Zi frowned, "You won't send me anymore?" ”

"When you've cleared your mind of all the nonsense, we'll meet again." He Yan was indifferent.

Sang Zi let out a "whoosh", he really wanted to applaud He Yan, he calmed down so quickly.

She breathed a sigh of relief, looked very annoyed, and pushed the door open.

Oops-

A cry of pain.

He Zichen, who was lying on the car door, was defenseless and sat on the ground.

The corners of Sang Zi's mouth twitched, glared at the little guy fiercely, and took advantage of the situation to pick up his ear, "Little traitor." ”

Pan Tao pretended not to hear, and was hysterically redeeming it later.

Sang Zi got into the car angrily and roared past He Yan's car.

Inside the car

He Yan was shocked, stared at the rearview mirror in front of him, and saw the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

In the next second, Song Zhiqian and He Zichen came out of nowhere and plunged into the car.

"The surname is He, what the hell have you done?!" Song Zhiqian shouted.

He Yan frowned, thinking of Sang Zi's words in his heart, he also felt a little upset.

"Nothing."

"You didn't do anything, what the hell are you doing...... Put ......" Song Zhiqian glanced at He Zichen, who was eavesdropping next to him, and lowered his voice to speak: "Give such an important thing to others?" ”

He Yan frowned, and had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Something." ”

Song Zhiqian took a breath, patted his head hard, and said the word "jade" with his mouth.

He Yan's face changed, and he was speechless with a stiff expression.

He has been suffering from a lot of illnesses lately, and he has lost a lot of important things and he has not reacted.

Song Zhiqian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "What did you do to others, take such an important thing as a token for others?" ”

He Yan: "......"

What Sang Zi said...... It's true?

He turned his head to look at Song Zhiqian, and suddenly said, "Can my illness be cured?" ”

Song Zhiqian was stunned for a moment, "Don't you care?" ”

He Yan frowned, but he felt that he had forgotten some things and treated himself a little badly.