There was no word in the car for a while, only the melancholy voice of the evening anchor on the radio station announcing the song.

The song is played in Thai with a gentle tune.

"What kind of netherworld music is this?" After listening for a while, Xue Rin'an frowned.

Fu Nanxian raised his eyebrows, "Doesn't it sound good?"

This is the radio station that Ah Lu took in his car a month ago, and he hasn't changed it.

Xue Rinan threw the finished cigarette butt in the car ashtray, opened the car door and walked out.

Fu Nanxian shouted towards the half-open car window and the back figure who had crossed the road: "Don't stay up late tonight, you can stay up late, there will be a meeting tomorrow morning, I'll come and pick you up early!"

Jiang Jianing hasn't slept yet.

As soon as Xue Rin'an entered the police station, Su Jiashu called her.

"Okay, then I'll wait for him."

Su Jiashu asked, "How do you know he's going?" It's so late."

Jiang Jianing: "I just know."

Su Jiashu was slightly stunned and smiled.

He remembered the time when Jiang Jianing first came to the welfare home.

Perhaps because she was abandoned by her parents, her personality is very withdrawn and unpleasant.

At that time, the welfare institute set up a cattery for stray cats to live in, and Xiao Jianing's favorite was there.

Once, a female three-flowered cat was about to give birth, and she searched the entire welfare home, but she couldn't find it.

Xiao Jianing took Su Jiashu to a weed pile behind the grove, where the mother cat had given birth to three kittens safely.

"Here!"

Puzzled, he asked, "How do you know?"

She glanced at him and snorted arrogantly, "I just know."

Jiang Jianing waited until he was sleepy and napped, and the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

She opened her eyes in confusion.

The temperature inside was warm.

The man walked in from the cold outside, his black coat covered with a heavy layer of cold, and carried it to the side of the bed with his long legs.

Jiang Jianing stared at him for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand from the quilt and hooked the man's fingers.

"Did you just come back from the police station?"

"Check me?" The man asked.

He was cold, and he smelled of tobacco, a thin layer.

"No," Jiang Jianing shook his head, this action was a little lame, and his hair was tangled and hung on the U-shaped pillow standing on the head of the bed, "There are reports on the Internet."

The heat is very high, all kinds of discussions are very loud, and all kinds of media will not let go of any opportunity to attract traffic.

"Are you going to hand in the video?"

The man's eyes fluctuated, and he leaned down, "Knowingly, huh?"

Her little fingers nested in the palm of the man's palm, and gradually cleared her gaze into the man's deep pupils.

She took his hand and put it under the covers.

"Your hands are so cold."

The man's hands were pulled into the quilt, and cold fingers slipped into her hospital gown and touched her neck.

The man's cold fingertips were a little rough, bringing some unusual touches, which made Jiang Jianing shrink all over.

His palm slowly descended and landed on her heart, quietly staring into her eyes, "What about now?"

Jiang Jianing didn't speak.

She could just feel that the man's cold palm was slowly warming, as if it was penetrating through the texture of the skin.

She smiled at him.

This smile made Xue Rin in a trance for a moment.

He'd seen her laugh a lot.

The hypocritical smirk that he deliberately saw, the mocking and forbearant laugh, the unguarded laughter.

This smile was shy, shy, and pale, as if dyed with a layer of rouge, and the beauty made him a little distracted.

"Xue Rin'an."

She called his name, pulled him down, and kissed him on the lips, "Is it warm?"

lip

The flaps apart for a second.

The man's dark eyes were filled with strong emotions, his hand grabbed her shoulder, and his lips kissed fiercely with a bit of venting.

Jiang Jianing was lying on the pillow, somewhat passively bearing the man's crazy kiss.

The sideburns were scattered, and the buttons on the neckline were all unbuttoned......

When she was forced to stop, the man was draped over her shoulder, and a burning snort sprayed down her neck.

Jiang Jianing felt that all that was left in his ears was the sound of himself and his breathing.

The sound of breathing was amplified several times, from the eardrum to the brain, and it was completely invaded by him.

Xue Rin calmed his thoughts, got up and entered the bathroom without saying a word.

He turned on the bathroom faucet.

The sound of water was dripping, and he leaned against the wall to light a cigarette.

There was still a soft feeling in the fingertips, which made his whole body tense, and his heart was beating a little uncontrollably.

Jiang Jianing listened to the murmuring sound coming from the bathroom, and looked at the ceiling with a pair of black and white eyes.

The sound of the water stopped.

She closed her eyes.

When you fall into the dark, you lose your vision, and your senses become extra sensitive.

The door opened and closed, and she could even hear the tiny rustling of the man's clothes rubbing against them.

He stood beside her bedside, looking down at her, his gaze wandering over her face.

The faces are getting closer and closer.

Finally, the kiss landed on her eyelids, a kiss like a dragonfly.

"Good night."

This is the first time Jiang Jianing has heard him say good night to her.

Later, she found out.

In fact, the "good night" between lovers has another meaning, which is - I love you.

Day 4.

The news came from the detention center that Song Ze had confessed, but Jiang Jianing still didn't wait for Song Ze's father Song Tao to give her a reply.

She knew that if she wanted to go directly from Song Tao, she couldn't get through, Song Tao wouldn't pay attention to her, she had to take a detour.

She called Du Qingling.

"Mom, can you come to the hospital today?"

Du Qingling: "Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Jianing felt sour in his heart.

Even Xiao Yong, who had only had a few encounters, came to see her, but this biological mother did not show up.

Du Qingling came in the evening of the same day.

Also coming over was Aunt Feng.

Aunt Feng specially brought nutritious soup from home, and also bought some fruits and nutritional products, and as soon as she came in, she helped Jiang Jianing wash the fruits and help her make soup.

Du Qingling was sitting on the sofa next to him, drinking tea.

The nurse came in to check on the room and left, and Aunt Feng also excused herself to go out, leaving the mother and daughter in the room.

Jiang Jianing looked at Du Qingling, who was sitting on the sofa with a graceful and dignified appearance, as if she didn't know each other, she said, "Mom, do you know what that little nurse told me just now?"

Du Qingling raised his eyes slightly.

"She asked me, is it my mother who washes the fruit?" Jiang Jianing said, "Compared to you, Aunt Feng is more like a mother taking care of her daughter who is hospitalized for surgery."

Du Qingling's action of drinking tea was slightly paused, and there was not much mood swing, and she raised her eyes to look over, "You called me just to say that I don't like to be a mother?"

Jiang Jianing took a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

"I know that tomorrow night, you are going to attend the celebrity party held by Mrs. Chen, and I want you to take me there."

Du Qingling looked over and frowned.

Jiang Jianing didn't wait for Du Qingling to ask, and said, "I went in disguise, so I can't let people know that I have left the ward, so I want your help, I want to see Mrs. Song."