Chapter 3037

Song yu'er's eyes lingered on her face for a long time and walked into the room: "aren't you feeling sick these two days? I'll come and see you. "

Shen Jiaxin closed the door and said with a smile, "it's almost done."

Song yu'er walks around her room. Her room is clean. There is a tablet on the desk. The content is still on the news of Zhong Long's death.

"You've been at home these two days?" Song yu'er asked her.

Shen Jiaxin subconsciously held her breath, took up the tablet and turned off the news: "well, I don't want to go out because I'm not feeling well."

Song yu'er suddenly turned around, looked at her pale face, reached forward and patted her on the shoulder: "since you are not feeling well, have a good rest. Tell sister-in-law Zhang if you have something to do. Don't be alone in the room and don't say anything."

Shen Jiaxin's body relaxed, Yang lip nodded: "good."

Song yu'er's eyes finally stay on the bookshelf, the box of strange packing drugs.

She went over and was about to pick it up. "What's this?"

Shen Jiaxin was flustered and quickly picked up the medicine on the bookshelf. She explained with a guilty heart: "this is my medicine. It's nothing special."

Song yu'er is more suspicious. She turns her eyes around Shen Jiaxin's face. She still doesn't understand why she is so abnormal these two days.

She had not been ill before. When did she become as surprised as she is now? All kinds of behaviors were extremely strange.

But this is Shen Jiaxin's personal privacy after all. She doesn't want her to see it, so song yu'er doesn't pursue it.

Seeing that she was ok, song yu'er turned and walked towards the door: "if you don't fully recover, you'll have a good rest for another two days. You don't have to worry about Zhong Long's affairs. That person deserves to die."

Shen Jiaxin light should, drooping eyes let people can't see what she was thinking.

After leaving Shen Jiaxin's residence, song yu'er receives a phone call from Song Zhengyan. She doesn't need to ask about the purpose of her father's call.

Song yu'er gets through the phone, song Zhengyan's voice is severe, with a trace of questioning: "where?"

Song yu'er looked up at the sky and asked her servant to prepare a car for her. Then she said, "Shen Jiaxin is not feeling well these two days. I'll come to see her."

"Now come to Zhong's house immediately!" Song Zhengyan dropped a word and hung up.

Song yu'er put away her mobile phone, and a layer of dark cold awn appeared at the bottom of her eyes. When the car came, she opened the door and got on the car: "go to Zhong's house."

When she arrived at the Zhong's house, there was a lot of wailing. Song yu'er looked at the Zhong's house, which was full of white cloth and heavy atmosphere, and came to the front hall without expression.

Unexpectedly, there was a huge coffin in the front hall. Song yu'er picked an eyebrow. The Zhong family was more traditional than her father.

The people of the Zhong family kneel down on the ground, and Mrs. Zhong is crying almost heartbroken. Song yu'er sees the dignified and cold song Zhengyan in the crowd.

His face was as ugly as ever. His face, which was already serious and domineering, was like painting him with black paint.

Song yu'er came to song Zhengyan with no expression on her face and gave a low call: "Dad."

Song Zhengyan took a look at her. In this atmosphere, he didn't say anything about her.

But Mrs. Zhong suddenly got up, grabbed her trouser legs and asked her, "song yu'er, is it you! Did you kill my son? "

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