In the scorching summer, Ye Anning enjoyed the comfortable air conditioning while live streaming with fans.

"165 direction, two."

"Bang-" The silenced M24 exploded the enemy's head with a shot, and Ye Anning said domineeringly: "Pour one, you are responsible for making up, and the one behind the stone will be handed over to me." ”

Skillfully opening the scope and aiming at the enemy's head, Ye Anning was about to explode the enemy's head cleanly as just now, when the mobile phone on the table rang.

"Who, it's really annoying to call at this time." picked up the phone and was about to cross it out, but his eyes widened when he saw the caller ID.

110. What did she do?

With a shock in his brain, Ye Anning picked up the phone with a confused face: "Hey-"

"May I ask if it's Ye Anning? Your husband Song Siming was in a car accident on Mingzhu Road, please come to the scene quickly. ”

Song Siming had a car accident! With a buzz in his head, Ye Anning hung up the phone, didn't care about the game that was still broadcasting, picked up his phone and went straight to the door.

Half an hour later, Ye Anning rushed to the scene of the car accident. The sun at three o'clock was still very dazzling, and she was a little dizzy, almost unable to see the bloody man and woman lying on the stretcher.

Yes, a man and a woman! Song Siming was in a car accident with a woman!

"Mr. Zhan, we will contact you for the follow-up, now the important thing is to send the two deceased to the funeral home first, otherwise it will be ...... on this hot day"

Decedent? Funeral parlor?

Hearing these two key words, Ye Anning's brain let out a huge buzz, and then she rushed to the talking policeman like crazy, and asked in a loud voice: "What deceased?" Didn't you just say there was just a car accident? How could there be a dead person! ”

She thought Song Siming was just injured and fainted!

"This young lady, calm down, are you Song Siming's wife Ye Anning? Now we are going to send Mr. Song's body to the funeral home, and we ask for your cooperation in the follow-up. Obviously, he was used to this kind of thing, and the police briefly explained to Ye Anning.

However, Ye Anning couldn't listen to it at all, and said hoarsely like crazy: "No, it's impossible!" Song Siming won't die, he can't die! You lied to me, you lied to me! ”

Song Tianlin and his wife, who had just arrived, saw Ye Anning, who was crazy, and Song Siming, who was lying on the side covered in blood and couldn't even see his face clearly, as if he had been struck by lightning, his body was weak and he almost fell, and was held by the police and the driver on the side.

"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, the festival mourns and changes." Song Tianlin is also a well-known figure in Los Angeles, and it is not surprising that the police know him.

"Amin!" Mrs. Song, who was relieved, rushed to the stretcher and hugged the bloody Song Siming and cried with grief.

Hearing this voice, Ye Anning on the side let go of the policeman and walked to the stretcher, looking at the blood-red piece, Ye Anning's body shook and fell straight to the ground.

"Tranquility!" Seeing Ye Anning fainting, Song Tianlin was anxiously trying to step forward to help her, but another tall figure grabbed Ye Anning first.

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Slowly opening her eyes, Ye Anning looked at the snow-white ceiling, smelled the smell of disinfectant she hated the most, and popped up. Neatly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, Ye Anning was about to rush to the door of the ward when someone came in.

"Young lady, you're awake." Mother Li, a servant of the Song family, walked in happily carrying a bowl of porridge.

"Mama Li, where is Song Siming?" As soon as he saw people, Ye Anning went straight to the point.

Hearing Ye Anning's words, Mama Li's face instantly sank, and she said sadly: "Young master, he ...... At the funeral home. ”

Hearing this, Ye Anning tore off the needle that was still infusion in his hand, and rushed out of the ward like the wind.

"Young lady, where are you going? The doctor said you are very weak now and can't run around......"

Leaving Li's mother's voice behind, Ye Anning ran to the gate of the hospital as fast as he could, stopped a taxi and went to the funeral home.

She was going to see Song Siming.

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In the funeral home, Song Siming was lying quietly, covered with a snow-white sheet, and he couldn't see it.

Walking over with heavy footsteps, Ye Anning stretched out his hand tremblingly, hesitated for a while and uncovered the sheets.

Song Siming under the sheets has been cleaned up, and there is no blood on his body, but the scars on his face are still dazzling.

Opening his mouth, Ye Anning wanted to call Song Siming's name, but he choked up and couldn't make a sound.

Looking at this familiar face, Ye Anning cried silently, and his heart was painful and difficult to breathe.

Outside the door, there was a sound of footsteps softly: "Mr. Zhan, the above is the process of our funeral home, if you have no objection, Miss Zhan will arrange for cremation the morning after tomorrow." ”

"I'm tired." The hoarse and deep male voice shows the grief of losing a loved one.

When passing by the door, Zhan Ze subconsciously glanced inside, just in line with Ye Anning's eyes.

Grief, resentment, anger...... Shooting out of Ye Anning's red and swollen eyes, Zhan Ze frowned.

At this time, a policeman hurriedly came: "Mr. Zhan, Miss Ye, it just so happens that you are all here." Miss Cheng, who witnessed the scene, woke up, and you should go to the hospital with me to understand the specific situation of the car accident. ”

In this way, Ye Anning and Zhan Ze got into a police car and drove towards the hospital that Ye Anning had just run out.