C194 A strong premonition

In the end, Gong Yichen used a few more female voices on the phone, ringing non-stop. However, he still kept on calling, as if he wanted to hear Song Jiayin's voice, as if he had never wanted it so much before.

He looked at the airport clock. It was time to board the plane. The assistant beside him reminded him kindly, "CEO, it's time for you to leave!" Listening to his subordinate's reminder, Gong Yichen still remained silent.

The assistant stood motionless on the spot, anxious to wait for a phone call. What could be more important than a business trip for the CEO? He was a real workaholic.

But even workaholics, would expand the world for their loved one, and so would Gong Yichen!

There was still no one on the other end of the phone. Adding to Wu Zihao's profound obsession with cleanliness, he rushed out before he could even finish washing his hair.

He was naturally not in a good mood and was prepared to rush back to take a shower. In the end, Song Jiayin's phone kept ringing, and the beeping sound caused him to be a little distracted. Why was Gong Yichen so annoying?

Wu Zihao was obviously not feeling impatient, he was afraid that the phone would wake up the sleeping Song Jiayin, so when he saw Song Jiayin's beautiful sleeping face, he heaved a sigh of relief, as long as she did not wake up, wouldn't she be able to turn the sky upside down?

Wu Zihao quickly walked over and picked up his phone. The eye-catching "Gong Yichen" was still jumping around, Wu Zihao held his phone tightly in his hand. He shouldn't have, you Gong Yichen f * cking interrupted me!

Wu Zihao dialed the call button, and then shouted out: "This woman is already mine, stop thinking too much!" Then, he destroyed all traces of the corpses and threw Song Jiayin's phone on the ground. After doing all this, Wu Zihao realized that he was charging towards someone. He moved, but since he had already done it, there was no need to care, it was not like Gong Yichen would suddenly rush back, maybe he had already flown abroad.

However, Gong Yichen who was still standing at the airport heard that his phone had connected, he calmed down a little and heard the coarse voice from his phone, it was like a tree branch being blown by the wind.

Although it was blurry, he could still vaguely make out that it was a male voice. Following that, he heard the sound of something shattering, and the other party went silent, while the phone company did not report anything: The phone that you have called has already been destroyed or something like that, Gong Yichen had a very bad premonition.

Something must have happened to Song Jiayin. Gong Yichen, who was in a hurry, rarely revealed such a terrifying expression, he threw the things on the driver's seat, then took the clothes and keys from the assistant's hands. Under the assistant's incredulous eyes, he disappeared step by step in front of him.

Who else? He should have brought Song Jiayin on a business trip and left her alone at home. How could he know, for Song Jiayin, why would Gong Yichen care about traveling on a business trip, a workaholic like him working his entire life, hoping that he would be able to support Song Jiayin for the rest of his life.

He desired to be her umbrella, to protect her for the rest of her life. That was enough.

Gong Yichen didn't know how he got on the carriage, he only knew that when he climbed on the carriage, he had no intuition, and his hands and feet were numb. He only knew that he had to hurry to Song Jiayin's side.

He went to protect her, but when he got on the car, his hands and feet were already stiff, as if they were injected with limitless energy. He rushed out, his phone was still on, one hand holding onto the steering wheel, the other hand continuously calling Song Jiayin. He tried many times, but he still couldn't get through.

There was no news of him! Gong Yichen stepped on the gas pedal, he stumbled and stumbled along the way, who knew how many traffic lights he had passed, only to see a truck driving over, it was just a shoulder rub.

Gong Yichen almost died on the road, when the time came, he would regret it the most. He did not arrive at Song Jiayin's side in time, he turned the steering wheel and Gong Yichen placed both his hands on it, he did not continue to call Song Jiayin, since he could not get through.

It would be useless no matter how much time he spent. He just needed to make a phone call and hurry to Song Jiayin's side to know what had happened. He could still detect it!

Jing Junling shook his wine cup as she savored the eighty years of wine. The wine cup swayed slightly, and the red liquid inside flowed slowly, supporting the red dress that Jing Junling was wearing.

The red lips of his lips curled up into a complacent smile. Thinking about it, Wu Zihao should have done the job well, wouldn't she be able to rest easy now?

She was naturally happy. She was already prepared to celebrate, so how could she care about this? He only hoped that Gong Yichen would look at her a little more in the future. Then, after so many years, he should have some feelings for her, so why would he care about all these? A single Song Jiayin was not enough to shake her position, and at the moment, Gong Yichen was still in the midst of a wild race.

He was just short of being banned. He didn't want to waste too much time doing that kind of thing, so he decided to go all the way to the end for the time being. He didn't care if it was safe or not, or if there would be an accident, but Wu Zihao, who was already back at his place, was still dawdling.

A man with a deep germaphobe can take a bath for three years without a problem, and he cares about that little bit of time." He wiped his hair and looked at himself in the mirror. His smile was especially dazzling.

It was time to enjoy his prey. The satisfied smile on his face grew even wider. Revealing how much he wanted to get Song Jiayin in the past, and yet, after thinking for so long, he still managed to get back to his side.

Then let it happen. As Wu Zihao thought about this, he once again covered himself with the towel. There was no movement at the door, but Jing Junling was very tactful, knowing that her existence would get in the way.

This made Wu Zihao interrupted him, he did not like it much. In order to ensure silence, Wu Zihao turned off his phone. He was very satisfied now, he was really the only ones left with Song Jiayin. Wu Zihao was still not in time. He first went to the door and added another layer to the lock.

It was very easy for him to be interrupted while doing something, and then he had to go back to the bathroom. He did not know why, but he wanted to do it again, and adding on his own obsessive-compulsive disorder, he felt that Wu Zihao was about to lose his life. However, Wu Zihao was stalling for time, when would he be able to carry Song Jiayin and return?

On the way over, Gong Yichen was still peacefully sleeping on the bed. Up, with a little bubble, so peaceful.