Chapter 243 Thoughts and Dreams

"Don't get hurt, let Huo Jiu do it where you need it."

Huo Yunque glanced at Huo Jiu faintly, his back stiffened, and his head bowed respectfully, "Sir, don't worry, there are subordinates, and Ms. Song will never be hurt."

"Go early and return early."

*

In the hospital, general ward.

The doctor was looking through the medical records and patiently inquiring about Song Jingwan's physical condition.

"Dizziness? Is there any pain?"

Song Jingwan was lying on the hospital bed, still infusion. Hearing that she shook her head with red eyes, she couldn't cry as soon as she spoke, "My brother..."

"It's okay, it's okay," Zhou Manli shed tears when she saw her crying, patted the quilt softly to comfort, "have been rescued back, it will be okay! You, take a good rest, don't think too much. You Your brother is the lifeblood of your mother. If something happens to you, how can you let your mother live!"

The doctor and the nurse looked at each other and quietly walked out.

"Blame me!" Song Jingwan's lips were bleeding, "If I hadn't let my brother come to the school to pick me up, I wouldn't have a car accident! Mom, you call me! It's all my fault!"

"How can I blame you?!"

Zhou Manli said bitterly: "It's Song Yaoyao's broom star! She is the one who infects you with bad luck! She has been like this since she was a child, as long as she is there, don't think about it at home!"

"mom--"

Song Jingwan lowered her eyes and quietly clenched her hands under the quilt.

The thought that flashed in her mind before the car accident...and her dream...

In the dream, she is the one who is not valued.

She hasn't had this kind of dream for a long time, why would...

"Who asked you to come? Get out of here! You are not welcome here!"

A sharp, sharp voice interrupted Song Jingwan's thoughts, and she raised her eyes in amazement, just to face Song Yao who had just entered.

Across the air and silently staring at each other, the other party's glazed eye pupils passed through layers of obstacles, as if she could see through her soul at once.

Song Jingwan turned her head suddenly and looked away with difficulty.

"I have something to ask Song Jingwan."

Song Yaoya said quietly, her tone unchanged.

Against her exquisite porcelain doll-like face, it looked strange and gloomy.

The coldness spread from the soles of the feet, Zhou Manli shook steadily, and her dislike for Song Yaoyao went to the next level.

"What do you want to ask? As the culprit, do you dare to appear in front of me? I really thought that with Mr. Huo's protection, you could be lawless, right?"

"The culprit?" Song Yaoya tilted his head, "You mean Song Jingwan?"

Her slender fingers emptied on Song Jingwan's body, and the smile with her lips was chilling.

Song Jingwan's eyes flickered more intensely when she came into contact with Song Yaoya's gaze, and something called a guilty conscience flashed across her eyes.

Song Yaoyao was just talking casually, but he didn't expect it to be really rewarding.

"Ah……"

She licked her dry lips, and the violence in her body spread wantonly.

She is not a good girl, she has not been in her last life!

"You get out of here, I'm too lazy to tell you--"

"Snapped!"

Song Yaoya swung away Zhou Manli's finger that almost poked her face, her eyes calm and silent.

"I said I had something to ask Song Jingwan. It was a notice, not an inquiry, okay? And—" She took a step forward, "I hate others pointing at me. If there is another time, I will just break your hands."

Her voice is very sweet, but because of her calm tone, she looks like a ghost doll in a horror movie, especially terrifying.

(End of this chapter)