Mu Bai: "......"

Song Yi: "......"

Mu Bai: "What are you talking about?" ”

Song Yi: "I think I can—"

Mu Bai: "No, you don't want to, I don't want you to think, I want me to feel, I don't think you can't." ”

Song Yi: "I really ......"

Mu Bai: "You can't, listen to me, you can't." ”

Song Yi pursed her lips, and didn't have a meaningless argument with Mu Bai, whether it would work or not really wasn't up to her or Mu Bai, it depended on the results of the experiment.

After leaving the villa with his luggage, Song Yi took a swipe and went straight to the hospital.

"Ancestor, my good ancestor, Nobel, do you think Nobel is a cabbage? You say you can arch if you want to? ”

"Please, my good ancestor, can you be a little more realistic and say a dream that we can realize?"

"There are thousands of dreams in the world, why don't you think about the Oscars first? If you can bring back a little golden man for me, don't say that you are going to chase your dream of Nobel, even if you want to become a monk, I won't stop you! ”

Song Yi has never felt that he and Mu Bai's three views are at odds with him at a moment.

The taxi had arrived, and Song Yi got out of the car with his suitcase.

"Brother Bai, it's too late for you to say these things now, the contract has expired, I tore up the original documents, and the blog posts have already been posted." Song Yi felt that he didn't make it clear, and specially added, "I don't want to be a Nobel Prize winner in physics, so I'm going to study." Hang up, bye-bye. ”

After speaking, Song Yi really hung up the phone, and a certain wave of message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

#宋壹退圈#

Song Yi crossed out the message push, Mu Bai called again, Song Yi didn't answer, she sent the message she had prepared a long time ago to Mu Bai, and turned off the phone directly.

Her life has started all over again.

She is no longer Zhao Huaiming's little lover, but Song Yi, who is inspired to dedicate her life to physics.

The studies and dreams she was forced to give up before finally have the opportunity to pick them up one by one.

After sorting out his emotions, Song Yi came to pick up his old father with his suitcase.

Song Jiu has completed today's rehabilitation task, and is sitting on the hospital bed browsing the news for nearly two years, and he didn't even notice that his daughter was here.

"Dad," Song Yi pushed Song Jiu's thigh, "How do you feel today?" ”

Song Jiu was a little excited, he wanted to hug his daughter, but his body that hadn't moved for too long looked very stiff.

Song Yi took the initiative to hug Song Jiu.

That's great.

Dad didn't die in his sleep.

She also waited for the day when her father woke up again.

After rubbing all the weak tears on Song Jiu's body, Song Yi withdrew from Song Jiu's arms.

"Dad, you gave this to me two years ago, and now I'll give it back to you completely."

Song Yi took the necklace that hid a huge secret from his neck and put it into Song Jiu's trembling hands.

Compared with the warm atmosphere in the ward, the air pressure in the office of a certain big man surnamed Zhao is surprisingly low.

"Say it again, what did she do."

Zhao Huaiming has a strong aura in his own right, and now he frowns and curls his fingers, and he knocks on the table for a while, which shows the demeanor of the boss.

Secretary Zhang wiped his sweat without a trace and said, "Miss Song moved out of the villa after announcing her withdrawal from the circle on the Internet, and she ...... Tear up the previous contract. ”

"I'll talk to her about this in person," Zhao Huaiming curled his fingers and tapped on the table, "Go to the old place and set a place...... Are you ready for the wedding ring that you designed before? ”

"It's ready on the second day of your business trip, Mr. Zhao, and I'll pick it up for you now."

"Yes."

Secretary Zhang was silent for three seconds.

"Mr. Zhao, there is something about Miss Song......

"It's not Miss Song, it's Mrs. Zhao."

“…… Madame said she wanted to chase her dreams......"

Feeling the secretary's hesitation, Zhao Huaiming looked at the retouched picture of Song Yi walking the red carpet for the first time on the table.

He was quite curious, what requirements did Song Yi make to make Secretary Zhang so hesitant.

"Huh?"

“…… Madame thought she could try for the Nobel Prize in Physics. ”