Through the glass, Song Huayi's hand fell on the cold glass, and his gaze was misplaced as if his hand fell on his face, and his hand unconsciously touched the glass gently.

Suddenly, Zhan Shaoyin opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

His eyes weren't as sharp as he usually was, a little sloppy, as if he hadn't fully woken up.

Seeing that he opened his eyes, a smile immediately appeared on Song Huayi's face, his face leaned closer and closer to the glass, and he opened his mouth to call him, but he realized that he couldn't hear through the glass, so he wanted to stop talking.

Zhan Shaoyin looked at her, hooked the corners of his mouth weakly, and looked weak.

Song Hua gave him a reaction, and he was stunned before grabbing the telephone on the side, but he was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and he only squeezed out one sentence for a long time: "...... Husband, are you feeling better? ”

Although he nodded slightly, he looked like he didn't even have the strength to speak, which was obviously not very good.

Song Huayi grabbed the telephone and choked up for a while, Zhan Shaoyin saw her crying, opened her mouth, her lips were a little dry, and she didn't make any sound, but her eyes were smiling.

It's like when he sees her crying, he will laugh at her for crying first, and then come and ask her why she is crying.

His spirit was not very good, Song Huayi said to himself for a while, and then a medical staff went in to change his dressing, and the attending physician also reminded Song Huayi to let the patient rest as much as possible, Song Huayi reluctantly put down the phone and waved at Zhan Shaoyin.

Hopefully when I come back tomorrow to see him, he'll get better.

After leaving the ICU, Song Jingyue took Song Huayi to change the dressing, and when she changed the dressing, she saw the wound on her arm, and there was a faint distress in her eyes, and she said, "I'm afraid I'm going to have a scar." ”

Song Huayi looked at her wrist by herself, and if she had made such a deep cut on her arm in the past, she would have cried and screamed a long time ago, but this time she didn't snort, after all, there was a person who was more seriously injured than her, and even almost lost her life was lying in the ICU, and she had no face to cry out in pain.

She felt that if Zhan Shaoyin hadn't been by her side at that time, I was afraid that everyone would have been busy attending her funeral.

Compared to life, a little scar is nothing.

Ye Zuhui stood by and watched, his face was also full of distress: "Mom went back to find someone to ask for the medicine to remove scars, and then wipe it." ”

Song Huayi smiled, gently lowered his sleeves and said, "It's okay." ”

"You're still growing up when you get married, and you used to have to coax you for a long time to get an injection."

"Mom, I'm in my twenties, don't keep comparing me with when I was a child."

"Don't say twenty, it's thirty or forty, and you're a child in front of your mother."

After Ye Zuhui finished speaking, he took Song Huayi to get up and said to Song Jingyue: "Then Xiaoyue, you go to get busy, I'll take Xiaoyi back first." ”

Song Jingyue nodded and asked Song Huayi: "Is there any painkiller left?" ”

"There are two more pieces, which are enough, but they don't hurt very much."

Ye Zuhui exposed her and said: "Do you dare not shout pain because Shaoyin is injured more seriously than you, right?"

Mom looks at it and hurts, and I'll take another pill when I go back. ”

The driver of the family came to the hospital to pick them up, and the car was halfway there, and Song Huayi suddenly rang the express text message, and she hadn't picked it up yet.

"Mom, I want to go back, I have a courier over there."

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; Ye Zuhui also immediately asked the driver to change direction, and Song Huayi got out of the car and took out the package from the express locker.

The package is about the size of an envelope, and it is fluttery when you pick it up, and I don't know what it contains.

Because the driver was still waiting on the side of the road, Song Huayi didn't dismantle it, and when he returned home, he opened the bag when he got to his room.

The black courier bag contained an envelope, the envelope was about a centimeter thick, Song Huayi tore open the envelope with his hand, poured the contents of the envelope on the table, and a stack of photos slipped out of the envelope.

Song Huayi frowned suspiciously, picked up a photo and looked at it, the photo was a picture of a crane scooping up a silver-gray car on the bridge, the car had obviously had a serious accident and had been backlogged to the point that it was not formed.

Seeing the fog, Song Huayi picked up other photos and found that they were all screenshots of some relevant newspapers that died in a car accident for the heir of the Zhan family.

Only then did Song Huayi understand that the photo of the sedan just now should be the car that Zhan Shao had an accident.

The newspaper stated only some of the surface of the accident, and the conclusion was that it was an accidental crash.

The other set of photos seems to be screenshots of the comment section of a certain forum.

Just like when she watched the god on the Internet analyze the psychology of the serial murderer some time ago, the comments on these pictures also pointed out some conspiracy theories about Zhan Shao's accident.

Some of the messages have the same cognition as Zhan Shaoyin, and they think that Zhan Jinchen planned all this.

And the other part of the comments pointed the finger at Zhan Shaoyin.

said that Zhan Shaoyin and Zhan Shaoyin were just superficial brothers, Zhan Shaoyin was very hypocritical and ruthless, and on the surface he respected and loved his brother very much, but in fact he was not satisfied with his grandfather's desire to hand over everything from the Zhan family to Zhan Shaotian.

was jealous, and killed his own brother by the killer, and pushed the blame on Zhan Jinchen, and in the end, Zhan Shaoyin himself became the biggest winner.

Judging from the current results alone, Zhan Shaoyin did succeed in obtaining a part of the Zhan family's property.

But Song Huayi felt that these remarks were completely slanderous against Zhan Shaoyin, and he was not the kind of person who hurt his loved ones for the sake of profit.

People who are not familiar with Zhan Shaoyin may believe these nonsense on the Internet, but she definitely does not believe that Zhan Shaoyin will frame her brother.

To this day, he still puts his brother's previous photos at the head of the bed, and he has always worn the ring on his hand before his brother's death, and even when he sees the striped suit that his brother likes to wear in front of him, he will think of his brother, how can he do it to his brother?

Song Huayi is not entangled in the truth of these contents now, because deep down she firmly believes in Zhan Shaoyin.

She now cares more about who sent her these things, and for what purpose?

Putting down the photo in his hand, he picked up the black courier bag that had just been wrapped in the outermost, and the sender's information was written on the courier note.

The name is "Mingming", which is obviously a random fabrication, and the mailing address is also a large vague area, and there is no detailed address.

Song Huayi picked up his mobile phone again and dialed the phone number on the courier, but as expected, it was an empty number.

She calmed down and analyzed, the struggle of the Zhan family had little to do with her, and it was all in the past, now that the old man is gone, and the matter of the inheritance has been settled, why would anyone send her these things?

There was only one possibility she could think of, that is, someone wanted to provoke the relationship between her and Zhan Shaoyin.