When Song Wan woke up again at lunchtime, Aunt Feng went upstairs and knocked on the door, she didn't hold on and couldn't go out, but went downstairs.

Downstairs, Song Zhiyi sat at the dining table, like a pet that had been delicately raised.

Seeing Song Wan go downstairs, she only lifted her eyelids and didn't say a word.

Song Wan also had nothing to say to her.

The dishes on the table are all Song Wan's favorite food, and Jiang Zhengnan should explain it, but every one of them, Song Wan eats the same taste as chewing wax, and there is no taste.

For the current Song Wan, food is just a tool for wrapping her stomach, she quickly finished eating, and then went upstairs again.

Without a cell phone, she couldn't get calls.

But how could she not have imagined that Lu Sheng would look for her, and with his ability, he would definitely know that she had returned to the pear orchard soon.

He must have been angry.

Song Wan knew.

She was angry and didn't tell him, and made her own opinions.

But what kind of face does she have, she killed his brother, and while hiding from him, she still has to ask him for help with peace of mind.

Lu Sheng is not wronged.

If she is like this, what is the difference between using and using?

He's helped her enough that she'll never be able to afford it in her life.

Her indebtedness, coupled with guilt, made her even afraid of Lu Sheng's help and care.

She couldn't afford it, and it wasn't worth it.

The more Lu Sheng treated her well, the more she hated herself.

People like her, whether they are in film and television, are all evildoers.

The wicked deserve their own retribution.

Song Wan also knew her behavior at the moment, in the eyes of everyone, she must be stupid, but she didn't have the strength to care.

--

The whole afternoon was very long, so long that Song Wan didn't know how long she had waited.

As night fell, Aunt Feng went upstairs again.

It's still eating.

Two delicate women like empty shells sat facing each other, still speechless.

The atmosphere in the living room is very depressing, and the pear orchard is no temperature.

After dinner, Song Zhiyi watched a movie in the living room, and then she went upstairs, and after a while, the sound of water came from the bedroom.

She began to take a shower.

Downstairs, Aunt Feng intimately made her a cup of skim milk, this is Song Zhiyi's habit, and she must drink a glass of milk before going to bed.

When Aunt Feng passed by Song Wan's bedroom, the door suddenly opened, and Song Wan stretched out her hand to her expressionlessly, "Give it to me, I'll give it to her."

Aunt Feng was stunned for a second, "Miss Wanwan, are you sure you serve it to your wife?"

"What? You're afraid she won't drink what I'm serving."

Song Wanliang glanced at Aunt Feng, she didn't have a good face for Aunt Feng now.

Aunt Feng knows that the last thing that Liyuan can't mess with is not Song Zhiyi, who goes crazy from time to time, but Song Wan.

She intimately told Song Wan, "Miss Wanwan, if Mrs. quarrels with you, don't hurt yourself."

"Don't worry." Song Wan said, "I won't let you be embarrassed."

The milk was handed to Song Wan, she pushed open the door of Song Zhiyi's bedroom, and the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

After a while, Song Zhiyi walked out.

When she came out, she saw Song Wan sitting on her bed, frowning, and she said, "Did I allow you to come in?"

"You really can't drink too much milk, it's on fire."

Song Wandao.

Song Zhiyi knew that Song Wan was mocking her for being angry, so she didn't bother to pay attention to it, walked to the front of the bed, picked up the milk that was soaked on the bedside table, and drank it all.

Putting down the cup, she issued an eviction order to Song Wan, "I can't see that I'm going to sleep, so I won't go out yet."

Song Wan went out.

"Inexplicable."

Song Zhiyi twisted his eyebrows, and couldn't figure out why she came over to obstruct her eyes.

--

The lights in the pear orchard went out quickly, and Song Wan walked to the bedroom window and glanced out, nothing out of the ordinary.

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Standing at the window, he hesitated for two minutes, and finally closed the window.

She didn't want to pull Lu Sheng into the water. She had to do it herself.

Song Zhiyi had evidence, and when she got it, she submitted the evidence, so that Jiang Zhengnan was ruined and let him die.

Song Zhiyi has no evidence, the law cannot convict Jiang Zhengnan, and he must not live.

The medicine given to Song Zhiyi was much more than the normal dose, probably much more than what Aunt Feng usually gave her.

Song Wan walked to the desk and took out a photo of herself and Song Yuan, looking at the photo, Song Yuan was full of warm smiles of fatherly love, Song Wan took a deep breath, and she closed her eyes.

She was waiting, waiting for Song Zhiyi to hallucinate, waiting for her to panic.

That's three hours.

When a frightened scream came from Song Zhiyi's bedroom, Song Wan went downstairs and locked the door of the living room.

At the same time as the lock was locked, Song Zhiyi rushed out of the bedroom.

Her fear and fear were even worse than before, and it seemed that Song Yuan was all around, even looking at Song Wan.

When Song Zhiyi looked at her, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, his face pale and trembling.

Song Wan put away the photo in her hand.

She is very glad that she can't use it, without this stimulation, Song Zhiyi has completely lost her mind, she doesn't have to worry that the photo will be torn up by her, this is the only remaining photo of her and Song Yuan.

It's precious.

Song Wan approached Song Zhiyi step by step, and as she approached, Song Zhiyi waved his hand and said "Don't come here" while moving back desperately.

Song Wan knew the time had come.

"Why are you hurting me? I died a terrible death."

With her voice, Song Zhiyi covered his ears and shook his head desperately, "It's not me, it's me."

"You dare to say it's not you? It's you, you and Jiang Zhengnan joined forces to kill me."

"No, I didn't want to kill you, I really didn't think about it, I just wanted to stop you, I just wanted to grab that information, you didn't want to, you were too stubborn, I was really careless."

"If you're not careful, you can kill me, do you think I'll believe it? You did it on purpose, and I'm going to let you pay for your life."

"Ah, help." Song Zhiyi was so frightened that he got up directly on the ground, screaming as he crawled, "Let me go, please, don't come to me."

"It's you." She said, "It's all your own fault, if you are willing to give me the information, if you are willing to promise not to expose Jeongnam, if you don't rob me, I won't grab the steering wheel, the car won't get out of control, you won't die, it's not me who killed yourself."

As Song Zhiyi's words fell, Song Wan finally knew what Song Zhiyi had been afraid of, and why was she so afraid that Song Yuan would come to her for her life.

It turns out that it's because of this.

Song Wan almost couldn't stand for a moment, what kind of mother did she have.

Just when Song Wan couldn't slow down, there was a knock on Aunt Feng's door outside the door.

With her loud "madam", Song Wan knew that she didn't have much time, so she rushed over and grabbed Song Zhiyi's shoulder and asked her, "What I gave you, give it back to me."

"Something, I don't have it."

"What I gave you, what I asked you to keep."

"I didn't."

"You have, give it back to me."

Under Song Wan's voice of "give it back to me" one after another, Song Zhiyi burst out, "I'm late."

Got it for her? What is it.