Song Cangran was stunned for a moment, then walked to the desk, took out the computer, and turned it on.

Her expression was indifferent, her fingertips expertly flipped across the keyboard, and page after page popped up on the display.

Although it is a bit old-fashioned, the capital market is indeed the best way to make money, and Song Canran now has god-like judgment, so he doesn't have to be sorry for himself.

So a few weeks ago, she opened an account with Fang Xinai's ID card, and the starting capital of 5,000 yuan has now increased more than tenfold.

What she does is futures, which are very magical investment tools, as long as she wants to, it is not a problem to get rich overnight.

That's what she needs right now, too.

At the same time, in a hospital ward.

Zhang Yongxi helped Hu Lili to lie on the bed, looked at the injuries on her body and asked, "Mom, why is it so badly injured, didn't you say to be pretentious?" ”

"Forget it, it's more realistic."

Hu Lili frowned, in fact, it was all a mistake, how did she know that Song Shihai's car hit so fast and hurt her to death, oops.

"The family surnamed Song is not a good thing," Zhang Yongxi gritted her teeth, and the next second she hugged Hu Lili's hand and coquettishly: "Mom, thank you for hurting me like this." ”

"Are you my daughter, who else can I do if I don't do it for you?"

"But is that really possible?" Zhang Yongxi seemed a little hesitant: "I heard that Song Canran and his father are very good to them." ”

"You're still young, you don't understand men yet," Hu Lili smiled amoryly, thinking of Song Shihai's indifferent appearance, and her heart was full of desire to conquer: "How can there be a cat in the world that doesn't steal fish, the more serious you pretend to be, the more flowery intestines you have in your heart." ”

Moreover, she has made such a bloody investment, how can she be willing to take it back without taking it back.

Song Canran was restless all night, and when he got up the next day, he saw the continuous rain outside the window, and his mood was even more depressed.

Fang Xinai's filming location is in Ningshi Film and Television City, she must go there, and Hu Lili can't relax, at this time she has a little headache about her student status, and it is a little troublesome to ask for a leave.

In the afternoon, Song Shihai received a call from the doctor and hurried to the hospital.

Outside the ward, Zhang Yongxi stood there helplessly, with fluffy hair, pale face, and a weak and helpless look.

"Uncle Song," Seeing him coming, Zhang Yongxi's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said timidly: "I'm sorry, my mother asked me not to trouble you, but I'm really scared......"

"It's okay, you're doing the right thing," Seeing her pitiful look, Song Shihai had to comfort her softly: "What's wrong with your mother?" ”

Hu Lili was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, her cheeks crimson, the quilt on her body only covered her waist, revealing her curvaceous upper body, she seemed to be very uncomfortable, writhing uneasily on the bed, and a fine groan came out from the bottom of her throat.

"She suddenly had a high fever that didn't go away, and the doctor said it was a wound infection, Uncle Song, I'm so scared, I haven't had a father since I was a child, in case something happens to my mother, I, woo ......"

"Don't cry, your mother will be sad to see it."

As the perpetrator, seeing her weak face with pear blossoms and rain, Song Shihai had to comfort her with kind words.

At this time, Hu Lili, who was lying on the hospital bed, opened her eyes, her sloppy gaze fell on Song Shihai, she seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhang Yongxi with pretense of reproach and said, "Uncle Song is so busy, what are you calling him to come over?" ”

Zhang Yongxi cried and couldn't speak, so Song Shihai had to say the cliché again.

When Song Canran came to the ward, he happened to see Song Shihai supporting Hu Lili, who was paralyzed on top of him for most of his body, snuggling up to each other and walking to the bathroom.

Her brain exploded, and many images from her previous life overlapped with the situation in front of her.

Overlap.

It seems that it is no longer possible to distinguish the real from the fake.