She had already cooked the porridge. She pulled down her sleeve and covered her hands with it. Then, she hurriedly carried the hot ceramic bowl over. When she reached the door, she saw Yang Jing rushing into the room.
She had clearly heard every word they had just said. At this moment, he was standing at the door with his mouth half open and a shocked expression on his face. The hand holding the bowl seemed to have forgotten to feel the temperature, allowing the hot porcelain bowl to stimulate the skin under his sleeve.
So Song Ziwei suddenly acted like this because he found out that Zhang Yiwen had done such a thing.
She stood at the door and thought about it. She secretly looked at his face and felt a little heartache.
She suddenly remembered the strange words that Zhang Yiwen had said to her when she lost control the day she locked herself up.
"If the Song family is going to collapse, you'll be buried with them.”
Zhang Yiwen said.
However, she had always been very concerned about this threatening statement. After knowing that Zhang Yiwen had stolen the report today, a trace of suspicion rose.
What did she mean by that?
Was it a curse? Was he still going to do something detrimental to the Song family?
If it was really the latter, then she must have a concrete plan in mind for her to say that. The more she thought about it, the more she cared.
No way.
Su Yanle secretly made up his mind.
She had to find Zhang Yiwen to clarify this matter.
As she thought about this, she finally raised her hand and knocked on the door. The two people in the room turned their gazes over and landed on her.
"Mom, Ziwei isn't feeling well, so I made him some porridge.”As she spoke, she walked into the room.
Yang Jing immediately put on a smile.
"Is that so? Our Yan Yue is really a virtuous wife.”She held Su Yanle's shoulder and led her to the bedside.
Su Yanle felt extremely awkward when she heard what she said, and her face turned red. She quickly put the porridge on the bedside table and then remembered to look at her palm that had been feeling a little stinging.
The originally fair skin on his palm had already been scalded red.
She rubbed her hands together and looked at Song Ziwei, who was lying on the bed. After hearing Yang Jing's words, he revealed a sly smile.
Su Yanle suddenly felt that something was wrong. As expected, he opened his mouth in the next second.
"Yes, she is indeed virtuous. It seems that I have profited.”He said to Yang Jing with a smile, but his eyes were looking at Su Yanle provocatively.
Su Yanle glared at him with her back to Yang Jing.
Yang Jing looked at them and only felt that they were flirting with each other. She simply smiled and walked out tactfully.
"Hey, is your porridge bad? It won't poison me, right?”Song Ziwei sat on the bed and glanced at the porridge that Su Yanle had placed on the bedside table.
Su Yanle looked at him, who was smiling on the bed, and felt that he seemed to have forgotten about Zhang Yiwen.
'It's good that I forgot,' she thought, but she still put on an angry expression.
"Afraid of poison? Then stop drinking." As she spoke, she picked up the porridge and pretended to leave.
Song Ziwei seemed to be a little flustered and quickly grabbed the hem of her clothes.
"Ah!"
Su Yanle knew that he would ask her to stay, so she didn't want to take a step forward. However, she didn't expect him to suddenly reach out and pull her back. At this moment, he pulled her back and she fell backward.
She remembered that she still had a bowl of boiling porridge in her hand. She hurriedly held the soup bowl tightly and raised it high.
"Bang!"
She fell onto the bed, but her arms were raised high. The porridge in the bowl shook violently a few times, but in the end, it did not spill. Su Yanle had just heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that he was in an extremely awkward position.
Just like that, she fell into Song Ziwei's arms, her face pressed tightly against his chest. She could even hear his heartbeat clearly.
Su Yanle widened her eyes and looked at Song Ziwei. She realized that he was also looking down at her. His misty eyes seemed to have become clear now.
Was it just an illusion? She thought.
The pair of eyes seemed to have turned into a blue Wang Yang. She seemed to be in the middle of it now. The sea around her was endless, and it was as if she could not escape.
"I can't move."
She opened her mouth and actually muttered this sentence.
Song Ziwei looked at her in confusion. She didn't seem to notice it herself as she lay there with her eyes wide open.
Because she heard Song Ziwei's heartbeat.
His originally calm heartbeat began to beat wildly the moment he got close.
What did this mean?
She looked at his calm face and her mind went blank. It was as if the whole world had quieted down, leaving only Song Ziwei's frantic heartbeat.
She suddenly remembered what he had said to her on the night of the concert.
"There's no such thing as pure friendship between men and women.”
he said.
What were they now?
Was it ambiguous?
As she thought about it, her face turned red.
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Su Yan woke up early and looked at Song Ziwei, who was still sleeping on the bed.
The bed was still the most comfortable. She looked at the bed she was lying on and pouted.
Song Ziwei, this guy, usually looked quite strong, but when he fell ill, he actually had a fever for four days. She felt indignant when she thought about how she had worked like a cow and horse to take care of him these past few days.
"Since you're a patient, I'll give you the bed. I'll sleep on the floor.”
This was what she had said to Song Ziwei a few days ago.
In fact, she had only said this to cover up her embarrassment after she accidentally fell into his arms with a big bowl of porridge and said some strange things.
She thought back to what happened that day, and her face still turned red. She quickly shook her head and lifted the blanket to get out.
Today, she still had something important to do.
After so many days, she could not wait any longer. She wanted to find Zhang Yiwen and find out what kind of evil plan she had hidden against the Song family.
As she brushed her teeth, she found Zhang Yiwen's number on her phone.
The name of the woman who poured hot tea on him and threatened to lock him in the storeroom was quietly lying in the address book of his phone.
She glanced at it and felt that it was really ironic.
After composing the message, he was about to press the send button when Su Yanle hesitated. Based on Zhang Yiwen's personality, she probably wouldn't even care about his sudden message, let alone tell him where her home was.
She thought about it and decided to change the route. As she thought about it, she quietly went to Song Ziwei's bedside and gently picked up his phone.
What was the password?
After opening the screen, a four-digit password box appeared.
Was it Song Ziwei's birthday? She remembered her birthday. When she was calculating her birth characters, it had been mentioned repeatedly, so she had a deep impression of it.
His birthday was June 6th, so she carefully entered the numbers 0606.
The phone vibrated, and then a password error notification appeared.
Su Yanle suddenly remembered that his birthday was the anniversary of Song Ziqian's death. Why would he use this as a password?
She patted her head and scolded herself for being stupid.
What could it be? Perhaps it was Song Ziqian's birthday?
She thought for a moment and smiled. She felt that it must be right. She had thought that this would solve the problem, but she realized that she didn't know Song Ziqian's birthday at all.
Which day was it?
She searched through her memories carefully, but she did not have any recollection. She began to hammer her head in frustration, and the words that Song Ziwei had said to her when she was drunk suddenly flashed in her mind.
That was what he added after he finished talking about Song Ziqian's car accident.
"Actually, his birthday is only a week away.”
he said.
Su Yanle held her phone as if she had discovered a new continent. Her eyes were filled with intense anticipation.
He had to open it this time.
She carefully entered 0613 on the screen.
The screen flashed and the screen jumped to the desktop.
It opened!
She almost cried out and quickly covered her mouth. She looked back at Song Ziwei on the bed with a guilty conscience. Fortunately, his eyes were still closed and he was lying in the same position as before.
Su Yanle hurriedly searched for Zhang Yiwen's name in the communication channel. After searching for a long time, she suddenly remembered that Song Ziwei did not save her number.
He probably used to memorize that number, so he didn't want it to exist in his messy address book.
As she thought about it, she found the number in her call history and sent a message over.
"Are you at home?"
she said.
There was no movement from the other side.
Could it be that she hadn't woken up? Or did she notice something when they didn't usually contact each other through text messages?
Su Yanle was a little flustered. She held her phone with both hands and tapped her chin restlessly.
A few minutes later, the phone suddenly vibrated violently, giving Su Yanle a fright.
Fortunately, he had just muted it. As she thought about it, she quickly turned on her phone.
As expected, Zhang Yiwen replied.
Su Yanle let out a long sigh of relief and looked at the content of the message.
"I'm at home. Why? Do you want to come?”Zhang Yiwen replied without any doubt.
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