After a long silence...

"Brother..." Song Zhixin's dry lips moved, "Can't I be disabled for the rest of my life in exchange for your stopping me?"

"Even if you took the initiative to get into Dai Yicheng's car, he is considered the person who indirectly harmed you. So what if Zhao Yong surrenders? Have you forgotten that you also blocked a knife for Zhao Yong because he caused trouble for Su Xiaoluo? This

One time Zhao Yong went for Dai Yicheng, but you were the innocent one who was implicated. Last time you hooked up with your right hand, this time you hooked up with a good pair of legs, you want me to stop? How? "

The accusations were smooth and flowing, and even the slight lack of confidence was perfectly covered up. Song Zhixin looked at Song Yanmo intently. When did he make her feel strange? Is it just this moment?

The cold temperature at the corner of his lips suddenly rose, "Brother, can you tell me? Why is it not the third hairpin bend, but the second one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yanmo seemed to be struck by lightning, and his dark pupils suddenly dilated, filled with disbelief and panic.

People outside the ward were also surprised, but soon felt relieved that there was indeed a reason for what was wrong with Song Zhixin on the day of the accident.

"When did you find out?"

His voice was trembling, and Song Yanmo had never been so panicked before, because Song Zhixin was so calm, so calm that it made people's hearts palpitate, as if no matter how she talked about other people's affairs, she was not the one facing paralysis.

"That day... I was at home." Song Zhixin took a breath, "So... I heard everything."

There was no need to hide anything. Negotiating conditions with Song Yanmo always ended in failure, so she decided to reverse course this time.

The people outside the ward raised their feet. They already knew the truth they wanted to know and it was not appropriate to stay any longer.

Song Zhixin paused for a moment, and her cold expression gradually faded away, replaced by a look of sincere pleading, "I don't want to argue with you anymore about who is right or wrong. It is still unknown whether Yicheng can wake up. I have become like this again,

If you still care about my sister, I beg you not to add insult to injury, let me go, let the whole city go."

Song Yanmo remained motionless, silently watching Song Zhixin.

He can't escape his involvement. If Song Zhixin really has to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, he will feel guilty to death.

The only one who can make up for Song Zhixin's psychological trauma is Dai Yicheng.

But he was unwilling to give in. He was unwilling to let all the preparations and plans go to waste. His sister had to take care of it, but he never forgot his father's instructions before his death.

"I won't stop you from pursuing happiness, as long as you think it's worth it."

It was just a delaying tactic, but Song Zhixin was overjoyed, "You didn't lie to me, brother?"

"No." Song Yanmo said and turned around, fearing that his eyes would easily reveal his thoughts, "When you feel better tomorrow, let the nurse push you to see him. He is in the ICU ward."

The door of the ward was gently opened and closed, and Song Yanmo's steps were a little heavy.

In the garden inside the hospital, Song Yanmo was sitting alone in the corner.

My heart was in a mess, so I could only smoke to relieve myself. There was only one cigarette left in the half-pack of cigarettes. As soon as I took it out of the cigarette box, my cell phone rang in my trouser pocket.

"Mr. Song, something happened when Zhao Yong surrendered. It's a bit tricky..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very anxious, and Song Yanmo's eyes tightened, "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. It was an order from above. Zhao Yonggang was transferred to another detention center without any of our people."

Song Yan stood up abruptly, "What?"

His eyes turned inadvertently, and not far away, Jiang Bei was looking at him leisurely, with a calm smile on his lips.

"I'll call you later." Song Yanmo cut off the call and walked toward Jiang Bei.

One look was enough for Song Yanmo to guess that Jiang Bei was responsible for Zhao Yong's transfer to the detention center. Jiang Bei seemed to like seeing him look surprised and panicked, but...he probably wouldn't be able to see it the next second.

"Is Master Dai awake yet?" Song Yanmo poked Jiang Bei's worries as soon as he opened his mouth.

Jiang Bei remained calm, "If he wakes up, can Representative Song still stand here like nothing is wrong?"

Even if it wasn't for Dai Yicheng, Jiang Bei and Song Yanmo were incompatible with each other, and they knew the reason well.

"Of course not." Song Yanmo did not refute, and continued following Jiang Bei's words: "The cooperation case is on the right track. If Master Dai wakes up, I won't be so free."

Jiang Bei sneered, "It seems that as a representative of the French side, you are not that conscientious in your duties."

"Of course I don't want to see our interests damaged, but in comparison, I would rather see..." He smiled meaningfully, and deliberately concealed the second half of the sentence.

"Dai Yicheng is not the only one, be careful to use the Ten Thousand Years Ship, Representative Song." At this moment, Jiang Bei also admired himself. How could he remain calm? Song Yanmo had already made it so obvious. He would target him next.

Dai's.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, because there are too many facts for you to worry about." Song Yanmo didn't want to act so quickly, but since Jiang Bei had controlled Zhao Yong, he had to change his original intention.

There is only a thin line between failure and success. Song Yanmo never likes to follow the rhythm of others.

Jiang Bei was disdainful of the quick talk. He nodded as if he had been taught something, "Then don't bother Representative Song. We will meet again."

Song Yanmo watched Jiang Bei leave and clenched his palms into fists.

It was because he had carelessly underestimated Jiang Bei, thinking that Jiang Bei was just a playboy who would be reckless and unable to achieve anything, but now it seems...

In an instant, Song Yanmo felt that his worries were unnecessary. After all, Jiang Bei was still one rank behind Dai Yicheng. Besides, even if Zhao Yong was controlled by Jiang Bei, Zhao Yong would not dare to expose him.

So next...

Song Yanmofu took out his mobile phone again.

After leaving the hospital, Jiang Bei returned home directly.

I wanted to take Su Xiaoluo out to get some fresh air, but I didn't want to tell him that Su Xiaoluo fell asleep not long after he went out. It was already past dinner time and there was no sign of waking up.

"Do you want to wake her up?" Youyou asked Jiang Bei for his opinion.

"No, let her sleep." She would definitely faint if she banged her head against the wall. Besides, Su Xiaoluo definitely didn't sleep well last night. The dark circles under her eyes were as good as a national treasure.

After Jiang Bei finished speaking, Youyou's little head shook like a rattle, "I think it's better to wake her up. When she just fell asleep, I touched her head and felt several bumps. I don't know where they hit her.

What if I get knocked unconscious and cannot wake up?"

Jiang Bei was frightened when he heard this, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and call."

But before the door was opened, Su Xiaoluo rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out on her own.
Chapter completed!