Outside the door is his little underground lover, An Wenwen.

"What's wrong?" Song Yi maintained his usual elegant personality and asked softly.

An Wenwen didn't give him a chance, and slapped him in the face.

She has a straight temperament and doesn't like twists and turns, so as soon as she entered the door, she gave Song Yi a slap.

"Song Yi, you scumbag of scumbags, I'm stupid to believe your nonsense, I want to have a relationship with you!" Her chest heaved as if she were angry.

Those photos, those words, all tell her.

Song Yi is a sea king, she is just a small fish in his fish pond, waiting for him to be in a good mood one day, he will fish it out and eat it.

Anyone who is a little arrogant will not accept this fact.

It was to see this face again, to feel his gentle and calm attitude again, and her chest was like a fire.

An Wenwen used ten percent of her strength, and Song Yi was thrown to the ground by this slap, and a red mark appeared on her face in an instant.

She rummaged through her handbag and found a lipstick.

"This is the lipstick you sent, sister will return it to you now, from now on we will not owe each other, you like to tease whoever you want, sister will not accompany you!"

Song Yi rubbed his burning face and wanted to speak, but An Wenwen had already stepped on her high heels and left.

He stood up against the doorframe, his expression gloomy.

He knows very well that An Wenwen's brain has a few pounds and a few taels, she has a direct temperament, there is one saying and two sayings, and her agent has to spend her brains to help her set up a straightforward personality.

She'll come to the door, most likely someone has messaged her.

"As soon as I came out, I saw you being fanned, funny." The woman stroked her long wavy hair, looking lazy and casual.

"Let my sister see the joke." He straightened the hair on his forehead and was not annoyed.

She wasn't angry.

She can also understand this kind of thing of building a fish pond to be fin by fish.

She is willing to be with Song Yi, just because she likes Song Yi's well-behaved and tactful, and she doesn't care how many women Song Yi is looking for behind her back.

She sat down on the couch and hooked her hands, "Come here."

Song Yi sat beside her obediently and turned his head obediently.

Under the dim light, the woman's eyes were uncertain.

Next.

Song family villa.

It was raining outside, and the sky was gray, making people have no desire to go out.

Song Mo was learning to hook a scarf in front of the tutorial, when he suddenly heard a scream from the maid outside.

She threw her needle and thread and walked out the door, "What's the matter?"

"Second Miss, Second Miss, eldest young master, he ...... He ......" The servant's face was pale, and his fingers were pointing in one direction, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Song Mo followed her fingers and saw the situation clearly, but she was also stunned.

At this time, Song Yi was falling to the ground, and the skin outside gradually showed marble lines.

From a distance, it looks like a person slowly turning to stone.

"Pull him into the house." Song Mo walked over and helped the person up.

The servant was also frightened at first, but when he saw his young lady helping him up, he did not dare to tremble alone.

The two helped Song Yi into the house.

Song Mo took his mobile phone, took a photo and sent it to Fang Xing.

She always felt that the change that happened to Song Yi was unusual, and it was mostly related to the supernatural.

Although Song Yi is to blame for his usual behavior, he will be assassinated by others, but no matter how he deserves to die, he should not die in the Song family.

"Go get a towel and wipe all the water off his body." Song Mo commanded the servant, "Someone will move the eldest young master to the sofa."

Fang Xing's studio.

Su Huaisheng put down his luggage and pounced on Fang Xing, "Woo woo wake up brother, why are you injured, my mother is distressed......

Seeing someone rubbing his clothes with a handful of snot and tears, Fang Xing resisted the desire to raise his feet and kick people, gritted his teeth.

"Don't talk nonsense, give it to me

Heal your hands."

Su Huaisheng obediently untied the gauze on his fingers, supported it with both hands, and closed his eyes.

The "Immortals" can heal all wounds, as long as they are not carefully cut into the flesh by someone, they can be restored as before. However, the longer the wound is spaced, the more painful it will be during treatment.

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and endured it.

Five minutes later, Su Huaisheng let go, "Okay."

"Pack up your things, let's go to Song's house." As soon as he healed his hand, Fang woke up and went upstairs to change his clothes.

"Going to propose?" Su Huaisheng's CP brain suddenly attacked.

Fang Xing flicked her head hard, "A new Adept has appeared."

"Hmm, oh." Su Huaisheng covered his head and went back to clean up.

After waiting in the villa for forty minutes, Song Mo waited for someone.

Fang Xing led the people into the door, "How is Song Yi?"

"On the couch, I didn't let anyone else move until you came." Song Mo said about the situation, "At ten twenty-nine this morning, when he came back, there was nothing unusual, but as soon as he entered the Song family's villa, he suddenly collapsed."

She led the people into the living room.

Su Huaisheng didn't say a word, stepped forward and untied Song Yi's clothes.

A large marble pattern appeared on his skin, and it looked like it had turned into stone.

"What are you doing?" Song Qi practiced the piano, went downstairs, and saw this scene.

"I'm sorry, miss, the investigation team of the Institute of Non-Scientific Phenomena has received a report to conduct an investigation into what happened to your brother, and I hope you and your family can cooperate." Fang Xing showed his ID.

There wasn't much expression on his face, just a softer voice.

Song Qi was momentarily blinded by this beautiful man who came from nowhere, and obediently stepped aside, a little curious.

When she saw the people on the sofa, she was overwhelmed.

She and Song Yi are half-brothers and sisters, although she also looks down on some of Song Yi's behaviors, but for the sake of brothers and sisters, she always cares about this brother.

Now she doesn't feel good when she sees people looking so expensive.

"That, Brother Fang, what's wrong with my brother?" She looked at the patches of marble and her heart was pounding.

Su Huaisheng raised his head, "It's okay, it's a big life, it's not dead, send it to the hospital for observation for a few days, study the situation and then do treatment."

She checked, Song Yi was unconscious, but fortunately, there was still a heartbeat and breathing, and he was saved.

"You—"

"There will be medical professionals who will take him away later, and we will take good care of the patient during the treatment, so the family does not have to worry." Fang Xing simply translated Su Huaisheng's words.

"So?" Song Qi was simple-minded, "Then I'll go talk to my mother."

As soon as she turned around and wanted to go upstairs, Xu Piao appeared in the living room.

"What's wrong? It's so lively." When Xu Piao saw the person on the sofa, his heart trembled.

Song Yi's comatose and sleeping appearance made her feel distressed.

Song Yi is different from Song Qi, Song Yi has accompanied her through the hard days of divorce and remarriage, and she cherishes this son more than Song Qi, who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth.

Pigeon: This is the chapter of Song Scumbag's offline, of course, with this pigeon's routine, he will not be let go so easily.