Song Yiqing sighed, it was indeed blood connection.
She went to collect the 10,000 yuan, saying that Fang Jinnian was also his son and he should pay child support.
Suddenly, a long strip of paper bundled with 10,000 yuan caught Song Yiqing's attention. It was pitted and had writing on it. She asked Fang Jinnian to bring a pencil over, and then closed the door of the medical clinic.
Under the dim light, a row of words appeared on the white paper.
Is this by giving her money to let her spread the news?
In the afternoon of the next day, Song Yiqing asked Jiang Qiuhua to help pick up the child, saying that there was a patient who he had to come to get an injection.
Jiang Qiuhua was worried: "Do you want me to take the child with you?"
Thinking of what happened last time, he still felt frightened.
"This is an old client I know, don't worry." Song Yiqing packed up the needles and deliberately stood at the door and said loudly, "Jinnian, listen to Uncle Jiang, I will come back after the needles are done."
Someone was watching her not far away.
She asked the system: Where are they from?
System: There are two groups of people, one group of people don’t look like good people, and the other group of people don’t look like good people either.
Song Yiqing:...Shut up.
She could still understand that a group of people were monitoring her. Fang Huaian asked her to pass on the news, indicating that he was being monitored. Naturally, someone was monitoring her.
As for the other wave…
I'll see Fang Huaian again tomorrow and ask.
The address Fang Huaian gave her was in a very narrow alley. Walking into the third room, which was a decent courtyard, she went over and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there? I'm here to get an acupuncture."
People in the room asked: Who should I give acupuncture?
Song Yiqing: Mr. Fang.
The people in the room came out to greet him. They were slightly stunned when they saw Song Yiqing, and suddenly smiled and said, "I didn't expect Doctor Song to be so good-looking. Mr. Fang is really lucky."
This was a joke, indicating that she had found the right person, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Song Yiqing estimated the time and left the alley. When she was about to reach the medical center, she met a neighbor who was returning from shopping for groceries and stopped her from all the way.
"Doctor Song, you just came back."
"Yes, aunt will make delicious food for dinner?"
"What's delicious? Just make two vegetable pancakes. You and Jinnian don't cook tonight. I'll give you two later." The aunt said enthusiastically, leaning over and winking, "I said Doctor Song, I'm looking at you.
There are often two men in the hospital, which one is your man?"
Song Yiqing looked at her suspiciously.
"Oh, I'm not just asking. I think those two are pretty good. You pick one and leave one to introduce to my girl." The aunt is a straight person and doesn't hide it.
While they were talking, the aunt's daughter happened to come over to help get the food. When she saw Song Yiqing, her face was not very good, so she dragged her mother away.
Song Yiqing was confused: Have you offended me?
In the evening, the aunt actually brought some vegetable cakes and said with a smile, "Dr. Song, my girl is rude today, don't mind. She is attracted to Feng Xiaodao who often comes to your house, and she feels uncomfortable.
Look, can you introduce me?"
Song Yiqing: "..."
"It shouldn't be appropriate. She got it from a gangster, and she's going to get your girl involved again."
The aunt was horrified: "Then you still associate with him."
Song Yiqing sighed: "When I open a medical clinic, I will inevitably be troubled by others. Life will be easier if I have a backer."
The aunt's idea of asking her to hold the red thread was immediately extinguished, and she went home dejected.
Song Yiqing thought about it, but she couldn't tell that Fang Huaian was quite popular with girls.
Around seven o'clock in the evening, Song Yiqing was teaching Fang Jinnian how to write calligraphy when Fang Huaian came, bringing a lot of bread and snacks, as well as some popular drinks.
When Fang Jinnian saw the drink, his eyes shone, "Jianlibao! Mom, I want to drink Jianlibao!"
"I can't read, but I can recognize drink cans clearly." Song Yiqing tapped the tip of his nose and opened a can, "Drink less."
Fang Jinnian took the jar back to his room and wisely left the living room to his mother and Fang Huaian.
It would be great if Uncle Feng could be a father.
"You haven't eaten yet?" Song Yiqing gave him the remaining vegetable cake and cooked noodles for him. A few pieces of pork ribs were added to the noodles, and a few green vegetables were floating on top. They looked red and green.
eat.
Fang Huaian couldn't wait to end the mission and go home to live with Song Yiqing.
Who knew that Song Yiqing's next words would not choke him to death.
"The girl from the aunt's house next door has fallen in love with you and asked me to lead her. What do you think?"
Fang Huaian suddenly lost his appetite. He put down his chopsticks and came over, very close to the tip of Song Yiqing's nose. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you want me to think?"
Song Yiqing continued to knit a sweater without raising her eyelids, "If you like it, I'll knit it for you... um!"
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Huai'an moved his mouth to hers and bit her lips gently or hard.
For Song Yiqing, it was quite painful.
"You are a gangster!"
Fang Huaian was very happy: "Who is a gangster? Are you tired of playing, huh? You want to kick me away? Song Yiqing, are you playing gangster?"
System: Seconded.
Song Yiqing: Get out.
She glanced at Fang Huaian: "I said I have a man."
Fang Huaian: "You also said you could steal love from me."
This time it was Song Yiqing's turn to be speechless.
Fang Huaian sat back down and continued to eat silently. When he was about to finish eating, he warned Song Yiqing, "If you dare to push me too far, you are just talking like a gangster."
Song Yiqing: "You are such a scoundrel. If you have a wife, I will probably divorce you."
Fang Huai'an felt tense when he heard this. He was silent for a moment and then asked, "What don't you like about me?"
Song Yiqing looked at his deflated look and felt a little happy, "I can't tell, since we have a cooperative relationship now, don't think too much about it."
Fang Huaian was depressed, how could he not think about it? He was seeing his wife dying.
He didn't like this topic, so he said instead, "Thank you for your help this time, but it may be more dangerous later, so be more careful."
Song Yiqing said nothing.
Obviously, Fang Huaian was even more confused. He stared at Song Yiqing, his eyes so deep that it was hard to see through. After a while, he said, "You don't have anything to ask me?"
For example, his identity, for example, where is he from?
"What?"
Song Yiqing didn't hear what he said clearly. She was worried that these few stitches seemed to have been knitted wrong, and the whole row had to be dismantled. She was so distressed.
Fang Huaian: "..."
After eating, he put away the dishes and chopsticks. When he left, Song Yiqing was still struggling with the wrong stitches.
Why on earth don't you want him anymore?
After leaving the house, Fang Huaian lit up his cigarette. He seldom smoked before and had no craving for cigarettes. Because of the mission, the people below him had to give it to him. In order to blend in with the environment, he would smoke a few more.
I just never liked it.
But today...
He suddenly didn't want to end the mission early, for fear that his identity would be exposed and Song Yiqing would divorce him.
He went back to where he lived. Huang Guoli could tell at a glance that he was unhappy and opened two bottles of beer. "Brother, tell me if you have any worries."
Fang Huaian sat over and took a sip of beer, "Why do you think this woman is so unpredictable?"