Chapter 542: Missing Again?
The corners of Song He's mouth twitched, and he nodded slowly.
It is true that Yin Zheng has no need to hurt her at all, she and Yin Zheng are a real family, how can there be the situation she thinks?
Yes, it's just that she's thinking too much.
The two of them kept warm for a while, and Yin Zheng instructed Chen Che to send Song He back to the scene of the crime, so as not to go crazy after Nanchen couldn't find anyone for a while.
The atmosphere in the car suddenly fell silent.
"Madame, how is your health?" Chen Che glanced at Song He beside him, and his words of concern did not carry any false emotions.
She naturally knew that Song He's body was wrong, and she knew it from the beginning.
Pity......
Song He smiled and shook his head slowly.
"It's good, as long as you take the medicine on time, there will be no side effects."
Of course, she also listened to Nanhe say this.
Every time she got sick, Nanhe would give her a small pill, and the severe pain in her body would disappear at any time, just like painkillers, but the taste was very strange, it should be a psychotropic drug.
But Nanhe would hide the medicine very well every time, even if she rummaged through the entire study or Nanhe's room, she still couldn't find any clues about the medicine.
It's as if the medicine Nanhe gave her was conjured out of thin air.
Every Tuesday afternoon, no more than 8 p.m., the sharp nerve tingling would sweep through her brain and heart.
Tomorrow...... That's when she got sick......
"I've wronged you, ma'am, we haven't developed a cure for your physical ailment."
Song He smiled slightly and shook his head with relief.
"It's not your fault, there's no need to take any responsibility, as long as you work by Yin Zheng's side, I can wait for you to help me."
She has never liked to do anything morally kidnapped.
Since Nanhe can make a drug, it means that this medicine must be restrained.
It's only a matter of time before the cure is found.
She still has such a long life, she can afford to wait.
Chen Che nodded with red eyes.
"Madam, where will you get off in a moment?"
"Send me to the back of the school, I'll go to Nanchen by myself."
Those reporters who can't find her won't have nothing to do, and they are still pestering Nanchen, and it's a matter of time before they leave.
When Nanchen asked, she said at most that there were too many people, and in order to avoid news reporters and paparazzi, she took a small road to hide from people, so Nanchen had no reason not to believe it.
Chen Che nodded, put Song He behind the school, and didn't forget to look at it twice before leaving reluctantly.
If she lingers a little longer, she will surely be discovered.
If it's someone you don't know, you don't have to worry about it at all, but if someone from the Nan family finds out, Song He won't have a good time in the future.
After all, the current Song He still needs the help of the Nan family to temporarily ensure his health.
Just like Song He's conjecture, it wasn't until all the reporters dispersed that Nanchen found out about Song He's disappearance.
This is the second time Song Ha has disappeared.
If he can't find anyone again, he has to let Nanhe die, maybe it is possible to kill him with one shot.
I have already searched the streets and alleys, but I haven't seen Song He's figure for a long time.
Nanchen, who was hesitating to call someone to help, took his mobile phone and stayed where he was.
If you call someone to help find it, then Song He's disappearance again can't be hidden, although his life belongs to Nanhe, it doesn't mean that he is willing to die willingly.
But if Song He disappeared and couldn't be found, he would have died even worse after Nanhe returned.
No matter what the outcome, he will be punished, and he is a little afraid to gamble with Song He's life......
Just as Nanchen was about to call someone to come to support, Song He suddenly appeared in front of Nanchen.
"Nanchen."
"Miss?"
Nanchen, who heard the voice, immediately raised his head, looked at Song He who appeared in surprise at some point, and was about to cry excitedly.
It seems that this time, he will not be punished......
"Where have you been?"
Song He shrugged helplessly and pointed to the mall in the opposite building.
"The reporters scattered me like headless flies, and I had nowhere to go, so I went to the mall and walked around to avoid the limelight."
"Are the reporters gone?"
As if he didn't notice the loopholes in Song He's words, Nanchen nodded hurriedly.
"Let's go, miss, I'll take you home."
Go home? Does she still have a home in France?
"Okay."
After the reporter's turmoil, the Nan family quieted down again.
At the end of school at night, Song He originally wanted to pick up Nanbei in person, but Nanchen refused, on the grounds that the reporters outside were too crazy, like a group of mad dogs, so they couldn't wait for Song He to appear, and then devour Song He. I can't wait to peel off Song He's skin to find news that can make the newspaper where I work become popular.
Song Hewei didn't insist, so he listened to Nanchen's arrangement and quietly cooked dinner for Nanbei at home.
Looking at Song He's skillful action of chopping vegetables, Aunt Fan was stunned.
"Miss, you can actually cook......
She also thought that the ladies of big families couldn't cook.
Song He looked back and smiled slightly and nodded.
"There's a lot more I can do, but Aunt Fan doesn't know it."
"Yes, yes, our Miss He is the best."
Listening to Aunt Fan's praise, Song He was also very happy, and made two more meat dishes in the evening, both of which were common stir-fried dishes in China, and they were full of color, flavor, and flavor.
Nanbei, who came back in the moonlight, had already smelled the aroma of food at the door, dropped his schoolbag and ran inside.
"The little master is back?"
Regardless of Aunt Fan's greetings, Nanbei walked with her short calves, and quickly threw herself into Song He's arms and hugged Song He's long legs tightly.
"Sister, Beibei misses you so much......"
Song He, who had already known that it was Nanbei who had returned, also quickly put down the plate in his hand, washed his hands, and hugged Nanbei again.
"You and the elves are weird, how much candy did you eat today?" The mouth is still so smart and sweet, and it always coaxes her to the heart.
"I've never liked candy, but I really can't be more true if I like my sister." Nanbei opened his big eyes and looked at Song He cutely, which made Song He and Aunt Fan laugh.
"Alright, you stinky boy, get out of here, you'll be ready to eat soon."
This is the kitchen, there are too many knives or something, and she is afraid that she will accidentally encounter something sharp in the north and south for a while, and hurt herself.
Nanbei shook his head, hugged Song He's thigh and didn't let go.
"No, I'm going to do something for my sister."
Just when Song He was about to refuse, he saw Nanbei quickly lift a small bench, and then stepped on the small bench himself, skillfully washing the dishes and chopsticks in the sink.
Seeing that the people and ghosts were so big that they were in the north and south, Song He's heart was warm, and he let the north and south districts do it.
It's good for children to exercise, so that when they grow up in the north and south, they learn to do housework, and they are not afraid that they will not be able to marry a wife, or they will not love their wives anymore, how good it is.
Aunt Fan, who was originally a hand for Song He, became a hand for the north and south, and the two of them washed the simplest things, but they were also having fun.
Although there were only two people to eat in the evening, Nanbei and Song He, the atmosphere was still relatively pleasant.
Song Hekua washed the north and south dishes and chopsticks very cleanly, and the north and south praised Song He's food very deliciously, and the two of them praised each other like this.
Until he was sleepy, Nanbei hurriedly took a bath and slept.
Song He, who had slept with Nanbei, cautiously withdrew from the room and quietly returned to his room.
She has a lot of time, even if she doesn't want to do anything on weekdays, as long as she says a word, no one dares to stop her, of course, Nanchen is an accident in an accident.
After reading the design drawings for a while in the evening, and after revising them for a while, I felt sleepy, and I couldn't help but quickly wash up and go to bed.
A good night's sleep.
As soon as the morning dawned, Song He sent the north and south districts to school.
This time she was well-behaved, watching the north and south enter the school, but she refused to get off the bus for a long time.
In this way, even if the reporter comes, there is no way to interview her, and she will not be in a bad mood.
As for Yin Zheng...... She may not be able to see her during this time.
If you see each other every day, Nanchen will start to suspect sooner or later, and it will be bad if Nanchen really finds out something.
originally thought that today would be a quiet day, but later Song He realized that he thought it was too beautiful.
I just arrived at Nan's house, and I was preparing those design drawings to sit in the garden for a while to find inspiration, but I didn't expect an uninvited guest to come.
"President Minami! Won't you Nan family come out and give us a perfect explanation? ”
"The surname is Nan, what are you capable of hiding inside and not coming out? Could it be that it will only harm people outside? ”
Song He's original good inspiration was suddenly interrupted by this sudden voice, and the pencil was pinched off at once.
The tiger does not threaten when she is a sick cat?
"Aunt Fan, who are these people outside?" So noisy!
She seemed to remember that there were no residents near this castle except for the small villa that Yin Zheng had bought.
Why, where did the people who were shouting outside come from?
Aunt Fan, who heard the voice, hurriedly went out to take a few looks and came back, her face was gloomy, and her mood was not too good.
"Miss, it's Ms. Tsubaki's family who is looking for trouble."
Hearing the name Tsubaki, Song He instinctively frowned.