The secretary said that he was arranging something to eat for Song Ja'an, and actually called Yan Jin.

Inform Song Ja An of the current situation.

After all, Yan Jin had confessed to himself before, as long as Song Ci'an had a new situation, he would be notified as soon as possible.

"Mr. Yan, aren't you going to come over?"

The secretary couldn't help but ask after explaining.

Yan Jin was silent on his phone for a few seconds before responding.

"I'll not go over for a while, take care of her." Hang up the call.

Song Ja-an stayed in the hospital for several days in a row.

Because she didn't have much appetite, she only ate a few bites of everything.

This made the secretary who occasionally visited Tang worried, and persuaded her to pay attention to her body from time to time.

Although on the surface she would nod her head in agreement, in the end it was the same.

During the time he stayed in the hospital, Yan Jin did not appear.

It wasn't until the doctor confirmed that she could be discharged from the hospital, and the secretary took Song Ja-an away.

"Miss An An, considering your physical reasons, Mr. Yan will arrange another residence for you."

The secretary in the car informed the news in advance that he had changed his residence.

As expected, there was no change on Song Ja'an's face.

"I know."

said that he took care of her body, but in fact, he just changed the environment and locked her up.

Changing from an old cage to a new one, she couldn't help but sneer and mock in her heart when she thought of it.

The distance to the destination was a little far, and Song Ja'an stared out the window.

I don't know how long it took for her to feel sleepy, and before she knew it, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The secretary saw that he was about to arrive at his destination and wanted to wake up Song Ja'an.

Seeing that she was sleeping peacefully, he hesitated until the car stopped at the door of the villa.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Yan Jin dressed casually and walked out of the house.

"Mr. Yan, Miss An An is asleep on the road..."

The secretary glanced at Song Ci'an in the car and said in a low voice.

Yan Jin directly opened the car door and easily picked up the person from the car, obviously feeling that the person in his arms was much lighter.

His gaze fell on Song Ja'an's cheek, and he frowned slightly.

"In the days I've been away, that's how the hospital takes care of patients?"

Yan Jin's cold voice sounded, and the secretary explained unhurriedly.

"It's not that the hospital doesn't care, but that Miss An An doesn't want to take care of her body as if she can't get along with herself."

Yan Jin carried the person back to the house without looking back.

When Song Ci'an opened his eyes again, it was already a new environment, and the furnishings in the bedroom were more luxurious than the previous villa.

Song Ci'an got up and walked downstairs alone.

The first thing that caught my eye was Yan Jin sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed leisurely.

Feeling someone's gaze on him, Yan Jin raised his eyes and collided with Song Ci'an's gaze on the stairs.

Under his gaze, Song Ja'an walked downstairs step by step.

chose to sit opposite Yan Jin.

He was even ready to bear his wrath, after all, this was the second time that he had tried to escape from him by suicide.

Unexpectedly, Yan Jin just asked lightly.

"What do you think of here?"

"It's good..."

Song Ja An also calmly restored two words.

She thinks she lives the same everywhere she lives, and there's nothing to be faulty about.

"What if you live here with me for the rest of your life?"

As soon as the words came out, Song Ja'an didn't understand what he meant by this.

He looked at Yan Jin with slightly puzzled eyes and said nothing.

Yan Jin sensed what she meant, and said slowly.

"It's far from the city, but whatever you want, I'll give you everything. Before, you said that it was monotonous to only have roses in the backyard, but this time I asked people to plant all kinds of flowers, and you can take care of them slowly..."