Cold sweat broke out from the thin white palms. Song Keke stared at the phone for a moment, not knowing whether he should answer the answer.

If she didn't answer, she was afraid that the Chu family would call the police.

How would she explain the current situation when answering the answer?

The transfer of Chu Xinian to the hospital may be perfunctory with the reasons of concern, but telling the other party the location and asking the Chu family to take Chu Xinian away, what is the point of what she just did?

One thought after another made Song Keke very confused, and he did not dare to answer the phone at will, and watched the screen dim.

The hanging heart had not yet fallen.

The phone buzzed again, and this time it appeared on the caller ID was what Song Keke wanted to see.

Slim fingertips slide the screen, and she quickly answered: "I have taken Chu Xinian out of the hospital. I just called him with a note, Mrs. Chu must be his elder. What should I do now?"

Listen to her series of questions.

The other side of the phone became quiet, and then Qin Er's low voice sounded: "It's a good job, it's correct to not answer the phone. I know Chu Xinian's mobile phone password. You can use the password to unlock the phone later and open WeChat.

I found this Mrs. Chu, and used Chu's identity as an instant person to tell her everything was normal and I didn't want to meet him."

Song Keke thoughtfully and asked hesitantly: "This Mrs. Chu is Chu Xinian's elder? Since she called, it means she has received news that Chu Xinian was injured. Is this answer really OK?"

"She is Chu Xinian's mother." He gave a straightforward answer, and Qin Er continued: "I told you before that Chu Xinian had a bad relationship with his family. Your tone of replying to the message was cold and rational. Is it OK?

You have to try it out before you know it.”

Song Keke pursed his lips with a complicated expression, "So that's the case... Then I'll try it?"

"Yeah." Qin Er finished speaking and reported a string of numbers, "This is my number. Until Chu Xinian woke up, you can call me any uneasy things you have. Anyone who can help you

, I will not refuse."

Song Keke breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief: "Thank you."

She is the daughter of the Song family, and her brother inherited the family business. She received the best education since childhood. She does not need to be involved in those intriguing things and has no experience in this area at all.

Because she wanted to retake Bo Jingxing, she had to rely on Chu Xinian.

As a result, such a thing happened, she had no object of dependence and could not tell others about these things, and she was unable to deal with it. Fortunately, Qin Er suddenly appeared and took over Chu Xinian's position.

"No need to thank you, you are Chu Xinian's friend, my friend." On the phone, Qin Er smiled softly: "Of course, if you don't dislike it."

Song Keke smiled and hung up the phone in a few words.

Although she hates Qin Yiren, Qin Yiren's brother seems quite interesting...

Just as Song Keke was about to put away his phone, another phone flashed in.

But unlike those before, this is a number without notes, and the source is unknown. A long string of numbers fills the entire screen, like a common harassing call in China.

That's the case.

Song Keke no longer had the caution he had just now, hung up the phone, found out his phone and added Qin Er to discuss the next countermeasures.

at the same time.

With a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, Qin Yiren frowned anxiously as she listened to the prompt sound of the broken line.

Just wanted to dial again.

Someone's footsteps came from behind her, and she had to put down the phone, leaned on the soft chair as if nothing had happened, with her hands under the soft blanket, pretending nothing had happened.

Because she was not sure if the satellite phone could contact the landline at home, she called Qin Er first and got the prompt on the phone.

then……

She could only call Chu Xinian, but the phone was not answered, wasting the opportunity she had finally found. I don’t know when the next time it was.

"Xiaoqian, I'll introduce you to me. This is Ms. Wang Ailin."

Bo Jingxing's slender figure appeared in the living room, followed by a middle-aged woman dressed in an exaggerated manner, "The wedding dress you chose was designed by her. I'll find you to confirm the specific details and measure the size."

Qin Yiren's high fever had just subsided and she was very weak.

Holding the blanket on her body, she nodded slightly to Ms. Wang, saying hello.

Ms. Wang replied with a polite gift, her eyes fell on her pale face, and she was puzzled: "Jeffrey, your fiancée seems to be in poor health. Can you discuss the details of the dress now?"

Jeffrey?

Qin Yiren looked at Bo Jingxing silently. This was the first time she knew Bo Jingxing's English name.

Bo Jingxing didn't notice her expression and invited Ms. Wang to sit down in the living room of the farm, and said with a natural look: "I hope the wedding is perfect, and it's no problem to prepare in advance."

Having said that.

He looked back at the sick Qin Yiren and asked in a gentle voice: "What do you think, Xiaoqian?"

"I...no problem."

Not daring to dispel Bo Jingxing's enthusiasm, Qin Yiren glanced at the satellite phone hidden behind the vase.

She asked Alice to borrow it for use. It has not been discovered by Bo Jingxing yet. When they left the reception room, Alice would secretly retrieve the phone. As long as it went smoothly, it would not be discovered.

"Jing Xing, it's rare that Ms. Wang is coming from all the way. Let's go back to the room to measure the size now?"

Without wanting to drag it down any longer, Qin Yiren lifted the blanket on her body and pretended to put it inadvertently near a vase, completely covering up the existence of the satellite phone.

Ms. Wang looked at her with some concern. Seeing that neither of them opposed it, she immediately stood up: "Okay, I have a few particularly beautiful wedding dresses that are as slender as the lady..."

While talking.

Ms. Wang pushed open the door of the reception room, and the breeze outside blew in, and the temperature was quite appropriate.

But Qin Yiren had just recovered from a serious illness, and was so weak that she could not stand the temperature difference. She unconsciously fought a cold war and was standing behind her again, Bo Jingxing, who was planning to help her out, saw it.

"etc."

Calling Ms. Wang, Bo Jingxing turned around and wanted to get a blanket for Qin Yiren.

Qin Yiren's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly pulled him: "I'm fine, let's go."

Looking at the thin blanket on the coffee table, Bo Jingxing frowned inadvertently and asked in a low tone: "...really?"

"real."

Qin Yiren looked at him with her little face up, and her pale skin further highlighted her haggardness and weakness, and she was as thin as a gust of wind that could blow away.

Sneering against Bo Jingxing.
Chapter completed!