Seeing Qiao Yujun in front of him with messy hair and haggard face, Song Zihan felt heartbroken.
"Yujun, stop drinking!"
Song Zihan stepped forward hurriedly, knelt down and took the wine glass from her hand.
He stretched out his arms to pull her up from the ground and helped her sit down on the sofa. He stretched out his palm and helped her tidy up the messy hair on her face with distress.
"I'm sorry, I came back a little late. Are you okay?"
Qiao Yujun raised his face and looked at Song Zihan in front of him, "Are you... Zihan?"
"It's me, Yujun, it's me..."
"Zihan?!" Qiao Yujun looked at that familiar face and felt sad. She threw herself into his arms and cried wildly, "Zihan... I regret it so much, I regret it so much, Zihan
...It's all my fault, it's all my fault... Otherwise, Xiaowei wouldn't have died..."
Grabbing his palm, she slapped her head and face hard.
"You hit me, Zihan, you scolded me...just beat me to death..."
"Yujun!" Song Zihan frowned and grabbed her thrashing palms, hugged her into his arms, and comforted her gently, "Calm down, Yujun, everything has happened, we can only face it now..."
When her daughter died unexpectedly, and the white-haired person sent the black-haired person away, Song Zihan certainly felt even sadder.
However, people cannot be resurrected after death, so he is more concerned about Qiao Yujun's condition than his daughter.
He was equally sad, but in order for Qiao Yujun to get over this huge blow, he had to be strong.
Under Song Zihan's comfort, Qiao Yujun's mood gradually calmed down.
"Zihan, I regret so much. It was me who harmed Xiaowei..."
"Stop talking." Song Zihan helped her up from the sofa and carefully lifted her up, "I'll take you back to your room and have a good rest."
The woman in my arms is so light, and the bones on her waist and back are obvious.
These days, she seems to have lost a lot of weight.
Slightly tightening his arms, Song Zihan took a deep breath, stepped out of the room, and placed Qiao Yujun on the bed in her bedroom.
After carefully covering her with a thin quilt, Song Zihan raised his hand to tidy up her messy hair.
"Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat?"
"No!" Qiao Yujun grabbed his palm, "Zihan, don't leave me, I... I'm so scared..."
"Okay, I will stay with you, you have a good sleep." Holding her palm, he gently patted the back of her hand, "I will always be with you, you don't want anything, just have a good night's rest first.
, let’s talk about it tomorrow at dawn…”
Qiao Yujun slowly closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep to the sound of his voice.
In the drawer, the phone suddenly rang sharply.
Qiao Yujun's body shook violently.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a phone call, I'll answer it."
Song Zihan opened the drawer, took out her mobile phone, quickly pressed the mute button, and patted her body comfortingly, waiting for Qiao Yujun to settle down again.
Then he walked out the door with his cell phone and answered the call.
"Hello, who's there?"
"I'm looking for Mr. Qiao." There was a slightly familiar man's voice on the other end of the phone.
"She is asleep, what can I do for you? I am her ex-husband Song Zihan." Song Zihan said.
"Oh, it's nothing. Since she's asleep, let's go crazy."
The other party hangs up the phone directly.
Song Zihan glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar mobile phone number displayed on the screen.
