Get Yuan Pengfei out of the police station, this relationship still exists.

  However, this time the relationship seems to be not so good, as a familiar person in the police station told him that the person who brought back the car and deliberately hit someone was caught by Xu Shuo.

  Yuan Pengfei certainly knew Xu Shuo, who was considered the number one person in the criminal investigation team at the police station. But how did he get involved in this hit-and-run case that hadn't even been solved yet? Shouldn't he be busy solving some difficult cases all day?

  At this moment when he was at a loss for what to do, he saw a very familiar figure.

  Peace out!

  That was someone who had already made up his mind to curry favor with the powerful. So he didn't even turn around, but walked over directly, rubbing his hands together and grinning fawningly: "Director Pei, what brings you to the police station?"

  The little guy Zhang Yi following behind him snorted twice in his heart, this flattery is really weak and has no level at all.

  "Oh, Manager Yuan, hello." Pei Si Cheng smiled faintly.

  Yuan Pengfei was over the moon, he actually still remembered him! Although he didn't get his hands on that project last time, being able to directly interact with the highest level of the Pei family was absolutely a fortunate thing! It's something to brag about to anyone.

  Yuan Pengfei started to follow Pei Sicheng closely, but Pei Sicheng didn't pay much attention and directly walked into the police station. He slightly turned his head and asked Ye Zenan: "Where's your mom?"

  Ye Zenan also looked for Pei Yuling and pulled over a policeman to ask. The policeman took them to a rest room.

  The room of this rest area is not small, with a desk in front and a row of benches ahead. On the side, there are two black leather sofas, and Pei Yuling is sitting on one of them. Sitting next to her is Xu Wanli.

  Because someone had specifically instructed them to do so, on the coffee table in front of the two people were still placed two cups of steaming hot water, emitting a warm mist, apparently just poured not long ago.

  Bai Yuling and Xu Wanli heard someone open the door and turned around to see Pei Shicheng and Ye Zenan.

  Ye Zenan walked in first, while Pei Sicheng leaned over to listen to a police officer explaining the situation beside him.

  "Mom, are you okay?"

  "It's okay." Pei Yuling was still using crutches because her legs and feet were not very convenient.

  Pei Si Cheng listened to the police officer in charge of the case explaining the situation, his eyes swept across Xu Wanli's face, then he said to Pei Yuling: "Sister, wait a minute, I'll go find Xu Shuo."

  Pei Yuling nodded.

  Li Bei followed Pei Su out of the room, feeling particularly conflicted in her heart. This play was obviously directed by Boss Pei, so why did she still have to owe him a favor? That's how a two-faced person is made.

  Yuan Pengfei, who had been watching from the sidelines all along, finally understood. Oh, it turned out that he was actually doing the same thing as Pei Si Cheng. It seemed that this time he didn't mean to do good but ended up doing bad things. If he could finish this task before Pei Si Cheng, wouldn't he have a better chance of getting the next order from the Pei family?

  Yuan Pengfei is always doing this kind of thankless task.

  Because when he went out to make a phone call to contact someone, he bumped into a person head-on.

  Sang Ke was almost knocked over, fortunately Song Yuqiao was right behind her and quickly reached out to support her.

  Song Yuqiao raised his head and scolded: "Can't you go any slower?"

  Yuan Pengfei was stunned.

  Isn't this Song Yuqiao? The married woman that Pei Shicheng has been looking at? What is she doing here?

  No matter what you come here for, apologize and admit your mistake first.

  "Sorry, I didn't mean to, hehe."

  Anyone who has seen Yuan Pengfei smile would think that this person is not good-natured. The little guy Zhang Yi behind him touched his forehead and said, "Boss Yuan, do you have to smile so slyly?"

  This time, Yuan Pengfei was more careful and asked clearly what Song Yuqiao was doing before finding someone to smooth things over. The answer he got was: Song Yuqiao was the woman who almost got hit.

  Yuan Pengfei: "......"

  Is it time for the three calls to celebrate?

  Fortunately, Yuan Pengfei did not intervene and stopped in time. This kind of thing, he really couldn't manage, so he called Song Jierou and said: "Song Banhua, I think this is beyond my control, you'd better find someone else."

  ………………

  Xu Shuo's office.

  After Pei Si Cheng arrived, he used an electric kettle to boil a pot of water and walked to the cabinet to find the hidden Ti Kuan Yin tea leaves, then slowly brewed the tea.

  Xu Shuo lay on the sofa reading files: "There are a lot of people waiting outside, and you're brewing tea?"

  "Self-cultivation and self-refinement."

  Xu Shuo laughed twice: "The person you have a crush on is standing outside, and you're in here cultivating your nature? Oh, indeed it's cultivating...nature."

  Pei Si Cheng smiled and covered the purple sand pot, walked to Xu Shuo's computer, "Can't you see the surveillance inside the bureau here?"

  Xu Shuo walked over, opened it, and looked at the many people on the screen, asking: "Which one is your wife? The one wearing a white suit?"

  "Not bad eyesight."

  Xu Shuo said: "I have to go out for a while, A Chen has arrived, and brought Sang Sang with him."

  ………………

  When Song Yuqiao saw Bae Yoo-ling and Xu Wanli, he already regretted coming.

  It turned out that the person who wanted to hit and kill her while driving was Xu Wanli.

  The car, however, belonged to Bai Yuling.

  The truth is finally out, after going around in circles, they were all acquaintances. Now Song Yuqiao's heart no longer hurts, not even numbness, it just feels like a farce, with everyone gathered at the police station.

  When Pei Yuling saw Song Yuqiao, her eyes dodged for a moment. Before she could speak, Ye Zenan beside her took a step forward: "Song Yuqiao, what are you doing here?"

  Sang Ke glanced at Su Chen and asked with his eyes: Is this a matter of the Yu family, should we stay any longer or leave some space for them?

  Su Chen slightly shook his head.

  He knew that his cousin, Song Yuqiao, had a bad relationship with her husband, Ye Zenan, for the past three years since their marriage. Otherwise, they would not have avoided visiting during holidays and only Song Yuqiao would show up alone when they went home for meals.

  So he is also considered half of Song Yuqiao's maternal family, and in any case, he must be the strongest backing for his cousin.

  If even they are no longer behind him now, then Song Yuqiao is too thin.

  Song Yuqiao sneered, "What am I here for? Don't you know? She, Xu Wanli, deliberately drove to hit me last night. Isn't that what you're here to deal with? Now you're still asking me?"

  Ye Zenan was also stunned by Song Yuqiao's series of questions, because when his mother called him earlier, she didn't say that the person who hit him was Song Yuqiao!

  He turned his head towards Pei Yuling, his eyes full of astonished inquiry.

  Pei Yuling coughed twice, and was actually forced to turn her face away by her son's gaze. "It's an emergency, it's not clear on the phone," she said. "Now you know too."

  Ye Zenan clenched his fists and instantly understood that this was his mother's deliberate concealment. He said, "I won't get involved in this matter."

  After finishing speaking, Ye Zenan wanted to pull Song Yuqiao's hand and walk out, but was dodged by Song Yuqiao taking a step forward, then Su Chen stood in between them.

  "Sorry, sister, I didn't mean to, I was dizzy at that time, there's something wrong with my brain."

  Xu Wanli started crying again, this time she was really worried and scared in her heart. Until now, her aunt had not arrived yet, and the person sitting next to her was still Song Yuqiao's mother-in-law.

  "Sorry? Are you going to kneel down and beg for my forgiveness again?" Song Yuqiao sneered, "Last time it was for the sake of the child in your belly, this time it's for yourself, shouldn't you put on an even more convincing show?"

  Xu Wanli shrunk back a bit, then looked up: "If sister can vent her anger like this, then I'll kneel!"

  Making a pregnant woman kneel down is already crossing the moral line, Xu Wenli didn't mind adding fuel to the fire.

  Song Yuqiao looked at Xu Wanli and suddenly felt that this woman was pitiful, really pitiful.

  She took two steps forward, and Xu Wenli thought that Song Yuqiao was going to hit her, so she backed away a bit.

  Song Yuqiao said: "Xu Wenli, aren't you trying to get me and Ye Zenan divorced? Do you think he'll marry you after we're divorced? Now you're driving a car wanting to kill me, look at what he's saying, he says he doesn't care about this matter anymore. Do you think marrying such a man will make you feel safe? Will you be happy? Will the child in your belly be happy?"

  The current Song Yuqiao, clearly said very calm words, but in Xu Wenli's eyes, they looked extremely terrifying. She retreated behind Pei Yuling, shaking her head non-stop, and showed a pitiful little white rabbit appearance.

  "Song Yuqiao, is this how you talk about your own husband?"

  Even if Pei Yuling doesn't want a daughter-in-law or grandchildren, she absolutely won't allow others to slander her own son. At any time, she thinks her own son is the best and that he's not wrong.

  Song Yuqiao smiled: "Mrs. Ye, do you think your son is really a qualified husband?"

  Pei Yuling frowned: "What did you call me?"

  "Mrs. Ye," Song Yuqiao repeated again, "I said it in the hospital last time, that was my last call to you as mom."

  Su Chen and Sang Ke behind her also seemed to understand that Song Yuqiao was going to get a divorce.

  But Song Yuqiao had never mentioned it before, and besides, wasn't she pregnant? What about the child in her belly, was she supposed to have an abortion?

  Xu Wanli heard Song Yuqiao say this, and her originally sad mood was dispelled again.

  Is it going to be a divorce? If we get divorced, then others will have an easier time...

  But before she could even process this joyful news from her brain to her heart, she heard Song Yuqiao's cold voice.

  Song Yuqiao stood up straight and said: "Xu Wenli, you hit me with your car yesterday. Don't think I'll let it go, no way! Since this thing happened, it won't be settled so easily. I will investigate to the end."

  When Song Yuqiao turned around and left, Pei Yuling finally came back to her senses.

  Ye Zenan also followed him out.

  Xu Wanli was especially afraid in her heart, she simply didn't want to stay in this police station for another half minute, not even one second.

  However, after a long time, Pei Su Cheng who had just come did not appear again. Xu Shuo, who was in charge of things in the bureau, didn't even show his face. He looked like he was stunned and bloodless.

  Pei Yuling felt that she couldn't stay in the police station forever, and if those fierce uncles from the Ye family caught her, who knows what would happen.

  She patted Xu Wanli's hand: "You stay here first, I'll go out and think of a way for you."

  Xu Wanli grabbed Pei Yuling's hand: "Auntie, please, take me out of here, I'll be driven to death if I stay!"

  Who will be driven to death?

  Pei Yuling furrowed her brow, pulling away Xu Wanli's hand: "Before you do something, you should think about the consequences that will follow. Fortunately, no one was hurt this time, but if someone really gets hurt, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of prison for three to five years!"

  Xu Wanli looked at Pei Yuling's back and suddenly felt her strength drained, and she fell onto the sofa.

  The door creaked shut, and Xu Wenyi burst into uncontrollable tears.

  What's wrong with liking someone? Why can't I get what I want, in what way is she better than Song Yuqiao? She's not reconciled to it, not reconciled to it!

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao bid farewell to Su Chen and Sang Ke, then walked out of the police station in a hurry. She was walking quickly, but Ye Zenan followed closely behind her.

  Song Yuqiao didn't want to get angry now, but there were people behind her who deliberately wanted to stir up her anger.

  She turned around and took a deep breath, "Excuse me, Mr. Ye, is there something I can help you with?"

  Ye Zenan said: "I want to talk with you, sit down and have a good chat."

  "I'll go drive, you wait for a moment," said Ye Zenan.

  Song Yuqiao stopped him: "Let's find a place nearby to talk, I don't want to get in your car."

  Ye Zenan said coldly: "If you don't want to get on my car, whose car do you want to get on? Song Yuqiao, stop testing my patience!"

  "Ye Zenan, are you saying this with a clear conscience?" Song Yuqiao said, "Who is testing whose patience? Do you have the face to say this to me?"

  Ye Zenan frowned: "Song Yuqiao, can't you speak without being sarcastic? It's just wanting to have a meal together, are you afraid?"

  Song Yuqiao sneered: "Ye Zenan, you don't need to try to provoke me, I've already figured it out. Even if we're still on the same marriage certificate, we're essentially not in the same world anymore. We haven't been since three years ago. But back then, I stubbornly thought that you were just lost and would eventually find your way home. However, after being disappointed time and time again, do you think I'd still stay put?"

  Ye Zenan looked at Song Yuqiao and suddenly smiled: "Okay, you choose a place, just choose a nearby one."

  Song Yuqiao chose a Japanese restaurant on the street, and after entering, she didn't order anything. Ye Zenan ordered some things and asked if she needed anything else.

  "I don't need," Song Yuqiao said, "I have no appetite now, I believe you should also have no appetite, sitting across from you, you must not be able to eat either."

  "Song Yuqiao!" Ye Zenan slammed the menu onto the table. "Is this a good attitude for talking?"

  "I almost got killed last night! What good attitude can I have towards you?" Song Yuqiao directly picked up her own bag and stood up, "There's no way to talk about it, goodbye, Ye Zenan."

  Song Yuqiao's figure disappeared at the door, and Ye Zenan suddenly felt a pang in his heart, possibly due to his own unspoken concern or because of what Song Yuqiao had just said.

  It's just getting lost, but will always find the way back home.

  Where is his way home?

  In an hour, Ye Zenan didn't eat a single thing he ordered, but drank a lot of wine, one cup after another, one bottle after another. When he finally left, the sky was already completely dark.

  His phone rang, the screen displayed "Qiao Qiao" two words, he answered it, but inside was the voice of Ye Laoban's wife A Lu: "Ye Shao, Qiao Mo cut her wrist!"

  He suddenly sobered up.

  "What?!"

  A Lu said: "Qiao Mo just took a bath, but it's been a long time and she hasn't come out. I used the spare key to take a look, and she had cut her wrist. The bathtub was all red."

  Ye Zhenan slammed the steering wheel: "Where's the person?"

  "She's in the hospital now! It looks like her condition is critical, she said she wants to see you one last time."

  ………………

  Xu Shuo and others finished dealing with external matters and returned to the office, seeing Pei Si Cheng lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

  "Outside, your family is almost in a mess, don't you go out and take a look?" Xu Shuo walked in, poured himself a cup of tea by the coffee table, "Does she still not know that you are Ye Zenan's younger brother-in-law?"

  Pei Si opened his eyes, got up directly, took his coat and walked out, leaving behind three words: "I don't know."

  It's no wonder Pei Cheng is now confined to the office and can't go out. If Song Yuqiao finds out, it will be a complete mess.

  But one day it will be known, and it has already been anticipated. When the time comes, the Pei family may have a good show to watch.

  Xu Shuo had known Pei Si Cheng for seven or eight years and was also very familiar with his calm and composed personality, the kind of person who would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai were to crumble in front of him.

  The child's mother actually married her own nephew, this kind of thing, if it were to happen to him, he would definitely be flustered, but looking at Pei Si Cheng, he seems to be taking it in stride, calm and composed, knowing when to let his wife and child bond, when to tease, and when to be ambiguous, as if he doesn't want the amnesiac child's mother to remember everything again, but rather wants Song Yu Qiao to fall in love with him once more.

  Xu Shuo was right.

  Paisong's plan was to make Song Yuqiao fall in love with him again.

  ………………

  Song Jierou thought that this time Xu Wenyi would be saved, but unexpectedly, Pei Yuling came out, Song Yuqiao came out, and her own daughter still didn't come out.

  She simply went in again.

  A policeman on duty stopped her: "Madam, what's your business?"

  Song Jierou said: "My niece is inside, I want to go see her."

  The duty policeman frowned, and the person inside was someone the captain had entrusted him to take good care of.

  Song Jierou saw the policeman on duty wanting to shirk responsibility, and directly said: "My niece is pregnant, if something really happens, can you afford it? Treating a pregnant woman like this, I'll go to the newspaper tomorrow to expose that you police look down on women and pregnant women! I'm going to post online now!"

  Nowadays, public opinion is terrifying, and the speed of online transmission is so fast that one person's saliva can drown someone to death. Song Jiejing just grasped people's current psychological state.

  So the police let Song Jierou go in.

  "Pay attention to time."

  The door opened and Xu Wanli was lying on her side on the sofa, with her legs curled up. When she heard the sound of the door, she shrank back in fear.

  Song Jierou walked over and gently patted Xu Wanli's back: "Lili."

  Xu Wanli, who had been closing her eyes, suddenly opened them and rushed to Song Jierou's body: "Auntie! You finally came, I was so scared being alone here!"

  Song Jierou patted Xu Wanli's back and said, "Don't be afraid, Auntie is here."

  Xu Wanli leaned on Song Jierou's shoulder: "Auntie, I don't want to stay here for a minute longer. Auntie, I want to go out."

  Song Jierou had actually understood the situation before coming, and she had already smoothed out the relationship. At most, she would be detained for two days and then released. However, looking at Lily now, who had become disheveled in less than a day, her heart couldn't help but ache. Suddenly, an idea struck her, "Does your stomach hurt now?"

  Xu Wanli shook her head: "The morning sickness has passed, and basically there hasn't been any pain."

  "You're in pain now, remember, you're in so much pain that you're almost dying." Song Jiejing said, holding Xu Wanli's hand.

  Xu Wanli suddenly understood and nodded: "I understand."

  Xu Wanli immediately fell from the sofa to the ground, lying on her side. Song Jierou poured a cup of water in front of her onto the floor, leaving a puddle of water on the ground.

  Song Jierou suddenly shouted: "Someone come quick! It's not good, the pregnant woman's belly hurts!"

  For now, just let Lily go first, and think about tomorrow's plan tomorrow.

  As the footsteps approached in the corridor, Xu Wenyi began to wail and moan, clutching her stomach and curling up into a ball on the ground, shivering with fear, her wails sending chills down the spines of those who heard them.

  Song Jierou hastily squatted down beside Xu Wanli and asked, "What's wrong, is she better now?"

  The policeman on duty saw the pregnant woman roll onto the ground, and his heart was also a bit panicked. However, he still remembered Xu Shuo's instructions before leaving, so he said: "Wait a minute, I'll make a call..."

  Song Jierou directly cut him off in a fit of rage: "You're still making phone calls?! This is two lives at stake! Can you afford to be responsible? The pregnant woman's water has already broken..."

  It was also a coincidence that the policeman on duty was unmarried, and he was deceived by Song Jieyu's two sentences. He called a police car to send Xu Wanli and Song Jieyu to the hospital.

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao took a bus and circled around the city before returning home.

  Bought some fresh fruits and vegetables outside, when I returned to Jinshui community, I saw a black military off-road vehicle parked downstairs, with two black-clad bodyguards standing beside it wearing sunglasses.

  Are these two... the same bodyguards who followed Sister Song Shuying?

  Song Yuqiao was somewhat skeptical and had already stepped onto the stairs.

  "Sister?"

  Song Yuqiao took out the key and opened the door. The living room inside was open, but there was no one.

  She walked up to Song Shuying's room and knocked on the door, "Sister, are you in there?"

  The door was locked from the inside, and Song Shuying was naturally in the room.

  However, the person who walked over was someone who gave Song Yuqiao a fright.

  She heard footsteps behind her and suddenly turned around, only to see a strange man.

  Oh, it shouldn't be considered a stranger. In my memory, there was once an outline of Han Jinyu, a vague silhouette. Now, I've finally superimposed the man in front of me with that black shadow from back then.

  Han Jinyu smiled: "Looks like you still remember me. I remember when I first met you, you were just about this tall."

  Song Yuqiao nodded heavily.

  But really don't know what to call it anymore.

  At that time, Song Yuqiao was still called Han Jinyu's uncle, but now with the arrival of Song Shuying and the child in her belly, should he change his address to brother-in-law?

  Han Jinyu has already seen Song Yuqiao's awkwardness and said: "You follow them, just call me Brother Han."

  "Uh-huh, Han Ge," said Song Yuqiao.

  Han Jinyu came out of the kitchen with an apron still tied around her waist, stunning Song Yuqiao.

  He said: "I just gave a hand, I was looking for a cook to do it."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuqiao saw two people wearing white chef uniforms walking out of her small kitchen, nodding at her before leaving the door after getting a wave from Han Jinyu.

  Song Yuqiao said: "Han Ge, you sit down first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

  "Don't rush, you've also had a tiring day at work, sit down and have a good meal."

  Song Yuqiao responded with a murmur and went to knock on her sister Song Shuying's door: "Sister, hurry up and come out!"

  Let her deal with Han Jinyu alone, she can't handle it.

  Han Jinyu took off the apron around her waist and said, "Stop calling her, I'll leave and she'll come out. She's pregnant, you supervise her to eat more."

  Song Yuqiao nodded and turned around, saying: "Good."

  Song Yuqiao also had basic hospitality, sending Han Jinyu away, and seeing him off at the elevator entrance, "Goodbye, Brother Han."

  Han Jin Yu had already gotten on the elevator and heard Song Yu Qiao's words, then pressed the elevator switch again, saying: "You still fear me until now?"

  Song Yu Qiao was taken aback for a moment.

  It was indeed because of fear that I hid behind my sister when I first met Han Jinyu.

  Han Jinyu's body seemed to be carrying a kind of aura that made people dare not approach him.

  Song Yuqiao smiled: "No, at that time I was young and didn't understand things."

  "You've always been sensible," Han Jinyu smiled, "I'm going down."

  Although Song Yuqiao said "nothing" on the surface, but seeing the elevator door close, he still inexplicably let out a sigh of relief in his heart, as if he had finally sent away a great Buddha.

  It's indeed worthy of a great chef, Song Yuqiao saw the small restaurant filled with a table full of delicious food, with color, fragrance and flavor all present, absolutely not something that someone like her could compare to.

  This standard is probably at the level of a five-star hotel.

  Han Jin-yu was right, as soon as he left, Song Shuying came out of her room with a cold face, as if she owed everyone money.

  Song Yuqiao said: "Sister, you should smile more often now, otherwise the baby born in the future will also have a poker face."

  Song Shuying walked straight to the table, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of each dish, and then wanted to put down her chopsticks and leave.

  Song Yuqiao filled her a bowl of bird's nest congee and reminded her: "You must drink it all up."

  Because of Song Shuying and Han Jinyu's affairs, Song Yuqiao wasn't too clear about it either. Given her sister's personality, she wouldn't have possibly told you everything, so even if Song Yuqiao wanted to comfort her, there was nothing she could say.

  "Sister, you two have something going on, solve it yourselves and don't drag the child into it," Song Yuqiao said, "since you've already decided to keep him."

  This is also why Song Yuqiao, although hateful towards Xu Wenli, has tolerated her again and again until now. Her fetus has already taken shape in her belly, so she would rather not harm another life. It should be considered as compensation for herself being unable to become a mother. Hopefully, in the next life, she can have her own baby.

  Song Shuying lowered her head to drink porridge, the ceramic spoon clinking against the small white porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound. After a while, she said, "I have my own measure."

  Song Yuqiao smiled: "Hmm!"

  Since childhood, Song Shuying has been more determined than Song Yuqiao. Song Yuqiao remembers that in the years when the Song family was still in the countryside, there was a large courtyard of a peasant's house, and every time they entered or exited, there was a watchdog barking loudly. Song Yuqiao had fed it chicken legs and also hit it with stones, using both kindness and cruelty, but it still barked. Whenever Song Yuqiao passed by the front door, it would rush over like crazy, straightening the five-meter iron chain on its neck.

  Song Shuying knew, looked at Song Yuqiao for three seconds and said: "I have an idea."

  She threw a big piece of meat to the dog, and while the dog was lowering its head to eat fiercely, she walked over without fear, wrapping the iron chain that tied the dog around the pillar three times. The five-meter-long chain didn't even have one meter left, and when the dog finished eating the meat and wanted to move forward, it suddenly straightened up.

  The two sisters looked at the dog and burst out laughing.

  Those interesting things in the countryside when I was a kid are still vividly imprinted on my mind, and they come alive whenever I think back to them.

  At night, before going to sleep, Song Yuqiao lay on the bed, holding her mobile phone, scrolling through her address book from top to bottom, and then back again, staring blankly at the three words "Pei Si Cheng".

  Knowing it was him who helped her, shouldn't she give a call to say thanks?

  Yesterday evening, if it wasn't for Pei Su Cheng, she might have really gone to heaven. Today, he also helped her find the police station, although it may be just a simple task for him, but for Song Yu Qiao, it was a great help.

  At least give Paisley a call tonight and let her know.

  The phone call went through, and Song Yuqiao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, almost hanging up the phone again in just a few seconds.

  It's better to send a message, no need to talk directly. Now when speaking to Pei Si, just a few words would make her blush and palpitate.

  "Thanks for saving me last night and helping me find someone at the police station today, I really appreciate it."

  She was afraid that Pei Chi's mobile phone did not store her own phone number, so she signed her name "Song Yuqiao" on the receipt.

  Is it inappropriate to write like this? Why does it feel so wordy?

  She thought for a moment, deleted and reduced it, and finally condensed the last sentence into three words: "Thank you."

  Send?

  Still not sending?

  Her fingers accidentally touched the send button, and Song Yuqiao almost jumped out of bed. After the message showed that it had been delivered, she became restless, looking at her phone screen every minute to see if Pei Shichen had replied.

  Finally, when her phone vibrated, she picked it up and saw that there was an incoming call. The name displayed on the screen was Pei Si Cheng.

  Song Yuqiao's fingers trembled slightly as she slid her hand across the screen, connecting the call and putting it to her ear: "Hello."

  Night falls, people quiet.

  Everything was quiet, for a moment, it really seemed like being in a vacuum layer without a vacuum package, no sound, only the dense breathing and the heartbeat of the drum, even if Pei Si Cheng is not in front of her now, Song Yu Qiao seems to be able to see him, on the other end of the phone, Pei Si Cheng is now leaning against the wine cabinet, lazily standing, or holding a glass of red wine, or lighting a cigarette, in the dark night, with the deepest gaze, looking at her.

  After a few seconds of silence, Pei Si asked: "What should I thank you for?"

  Song Yuqiao said: "Thank you for saving me."

  "What can I thank you with?" Pei Su asked.

  Song Yuqiao didn't respond, but this time, Pei Su seemed to be ready to engage in a tug-of-war with her. She wouldn't speak, and he wouldn't either. In the end, it was Song Yuqiao who asked, "What do you want?"

  On the other end of the phone, Pei Si chuckled lightly: "Do you want me? Will you give it to me?"

  Song Yuqiao's breath was suddenly caught, as if an invisible hand had reached out from thin air and wrapped tightly around her, squeezing all the air out of her lungs.

  "Director Pei, what you want, I..."

  Pei Si Cheng directly interrupted Song Yu Qiao's words: "Shh, shut your mouth first, listen, do you hear anything?"

  Song Yuqiao listened carefully, and from the receiver, she indeed heard the sound of waves, birds chirping, and laughter. The human voice was a bit distant, but it was clear that they were happy voices, although she didn't know who was speaking. However, her heart had already calmed down.

  After a few minutes, or maybe ten, Peas' voice rose above the quiet lapping of the waves, like the low, soothing strains of a cello: "Sleep tight, goodnight."