Shi Sheng was stepping on the soft lawn at the moment, and the white felt hat on his head covered most of his face.

The temperature on autumn evenings was only a few degrees, and she wore only a thin gauze skirt with an overcoat over it, and shook her long, straight legs with satisfaction.

The legs seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver shimmer in the moonlight, and they were white and shiny.

On a wooden chair not far away, half of a white plaster was placed, lying alone.

The man on the phone said in a low and mellow voice: "It's not early, you should go and rest." ”

Shi Sheng muttered and complained: "I sleep during the day and sleep at night, I am almost with the bed chief." ”

Qi Huaiyan was impatient because of insomnia, but he still tried his best to stabilize her emotions and urged her to cultivate well.

But Shi Sheng seemed to be pestering him with an iron heart.

It made his temples jump suddenly, as if someone was drilling his brain with a screwdriver.

Qi Huai's thoughts, where does Shi Sheng know?

She was immersed in the joy of waiting for the man's response, and shyly revealed the appearance of her little daughter's family, her fingers shyly rolled the lace of the skirt, and whispered: "Ah, hurry up." ”

There was no response on the phone, but suddenly an untimely ringtone appeared in the air, unusually loud in the silent night.

Shi Sheng quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and a figure quickly hid behind the window.

The dim light in the room hit the window, just in time to reflect the figure of a woman standing by the wall, holding up her mobile phone, and hurriedly hanging up the phone.

Sang Yu's heart was about to beat to his throat.

She pulled it out and hung up almost as soon as her phone rang.

Hell, the mobile phone that was used well during the day, suddenly the button failed, and she poked the screen for a long time without responding, so she could only force it to shut down.

Sang Yu stroked her rapidly beating heart, and when she looked out again, the lawn was empty.

The outside media said that Shi Sheng's leg was injured and fractured during the filming of the circus on the set, but he was just jumping and jumping on the lawn below, as if he was a woman who was nothing, who was not Shi Sheng?

Knowing things that shouldn't be known, Sang Yu doesn't have the slightest desire to gossip.

She hurried out of the room, unwilling to get involved.

But she didn't find the figure she was following before, and after she left, she also disappeared into the ward.

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When Sang Yu returned home, Shen Su and He Yun had already rested, and He Chenggang had become the state of not returning home all night.

After she finished washing, she stayed in the living room, her mobile phone screen stayed on Weibo, and a certain big V analyzed the causes and consequences of Shi Sheng's injury.

From the timeline to the motive for the crime, explain this trumped-up accident as an intentional frame-up.

In the comment area, netizens all went up to Sherlock Holmes.

There are several unusually active accounts, posting false statements under almost every Weibo related to the fall of the horse.

The wind direction was artificially guided, and the keyboard warrior who didn't know the truth secretly poked and poked the spearhead at Qiao Beiyue, the second female in the new drama.

clamored for the staff to release the video of the scene, to give Shi Sheng justice.

Sang Yu was fascinated, the door was opened, and He Zhao stood at the door.

He didn't wear the black clothes of the hospital, but changed into the suit he wore most often when he went out on weekdays.

"It's so late, and you haven't rested yet?" He Zhao's tone was calm, and he didn't show any flaws.

Sang Yu went straight to the point, without giving the two a chance to test each other: "Brother, did you go to the hospital?"

He Zhao looked indifferent: "Why am I going to the hospital?" The company can't finish the overtime work. ”

Sang Yu kept staring at his expression: "I saw a person in the hospital who looked like you, and the bag he was carrying was last year's birthday, and I gave you a birthday gift." ”

The corners of He Zhao's lips curled, and he walked into the room, and when he came out, he was carrying a familiar backpack in his hand, exactly like what he saw in the hospital.

"I haven't been willing to use it, put it in the cabinet, and see if it's the same as new."

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, took it and observed it carefully, he really didn't even take off the tag, it was the same as when he first sent it out, and there was no trace of use at all.

A wave of doubt welled up in her heart.

It's impossible, are there really so many coincidences?

She has been with He Zhao for more than ten years, and she has long remembered each other's body shapes and appearances, and in the hospital, she has indeed seen his side face clearly.

He Zhao didn't want to admit it, and tried his best to dispel her doubts, so he could only say that what he was doing now couldn't be known by others.

Sang Yu calmed down, and when he looked up again, the doubts in his eyes had been hidden under the black eyes, and they had returned to the clear and clear of his usual days.

"It's me who saw it wrong, there are too many people who look alike, I thought it was you when I looked at the bag."

He Zhao had a smile on his face, stretched out his index finger and knocked on Sang Yu's head: "What about you, why are you running to the hospital again?" In recent days, I have been visiting the hospital more times than clocking in and out. ”

Sang Yu took out the emergency registration form: "I've been very unlucky recently, I can get stuck in my throat when I eat fish." ”

He Zhao glanced at the slip in front of him, and his gaze stayed for a few seconds, enough for him to read the words on it carefully.

Sang Yu entered the bedroom to rest.

After a long time, He Zhao, who was alone in the living room, turned on the camera in his bag, called up the photos taken tonight, and carefully looked through them one by one.

Under the moonlight, the woman standing on the green lawn and wandering back and forth, with a white felt hat on her head showing most of her face from time to time, making phone calls with a smile on her face, the pair of calves that should have been in a plaster cast, moving flexibly at the moment, without the appearance of bone cracks.

He Zhao leaned back on the soft sofa, his face full of pride, and imported the photo into a USB flash drive and sent it to someone's chat box.

[How much can I earn this time?] 】

A message quickly came from there: [Don't worry, look at the wind. 】