You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Song Buci looked at him from the side, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Her brother is quite easy to conquer.

After dinner, Fu Nanfeng took Song Buci's hand and left the company.

Song Yunshen watched from behind, and the scene of them leaving hand in hand was particularly glaring.

Oh my god, his little sister was kidnapped like this?

When Song Yunshen was heartbroken, he suddenly remembered that Song Buci used to like Shen Yanzhou.

Fu Nanfeng and Shen Yanzhou.

Thinking of these two men, the former has a good personality, respects people, and doesn't say weird things.

As for the latter... Song Yunshen didn't want to say much. If he had to comment, he could only say that he was a madman.

"Yes!" As soon as he left the company, Fu Nanfeng was extremely happy. He was one step closer to marrying Song Buci!

"Once I can get Uncle Song and my second brother, I'll ask my parents to propose marriage." Fu Nanfeng said to Song Buci quickly after he finished happily.

Song Buci knew that he was happy, and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you." As he said that, he raised his hand and touched his head.

Fu Nanfeng was very happy when he was touched on the head. He put his arm around her shoulders and walked towards the car.

Everything is moving in the right direction.

In the afternoon, Fu Nanfeng took Song Buci to the hospital for a check-up and got a number to queue up.

After the doctor performed a series of examinations on Song Buci's hands, he pushed up his glasses with a look of surprise in his eyes: "This recovery is too good."

"He recovered faster than any other patient I've ever seen."

"Keep it up, maybe you'll be able to play the piano again with these hands someday."

Song Buci was not happy after hearing this. Fu Nanfeng, who was standing next to him, reached out and shook the doctor's hand, saying non-stop: "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."

"Based on this recovery situation, it will be almost done in a year," the doctor said with a smile.

After leaving the hospital, Song Buci looked down at his hands. He had just taken off the gloves and had not put them on yet. His white fingers were covered with horrible scars, which looked particularly ugly and scary.

It is slowly recovering. The medicine produced by the system is really excellent.

While she was still looking, Fu Nanfeng reached out and grasped her hand, then interlocked their fingers.

He thought Song Buci was starting to dislike his hands again, but Fu Nanfeng held her hands tightly and said, "Your hands are recovering well, don't worry."

"I know." Recovering his thoughts, Song Buci held his hand again, then said with a smile.

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"Let me go, I won't dare to do it again!" Lu Zhixia knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. Her clothes were wet and stuck to her body. Her body was covered with bruises. Her originally beautiful face was now red and swollen, with several slap marks on it.

One of Lu Zhixia's hands was in a cast, and the other was swollen from being stepped on.

She looked pitiful, tears were streaming down her face and her voice became hoarse.

In front of her stood a woman, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, and they all looked very fierce.

"You can't even give me a massage, do you want to die?"

"That's right, since your hand is broken, they only let you do massages. If you can't even do such a small thing, you might as well die!"

"Yes, yes, go to hell."

They were talking to each other and didn't notice that Lu Zhixia, who was kneeling on the ground, had a dying expression on his face.

Correct……

Just die, then she won’t have to suffer so much.

Hahaha, it would be great to die.

As Lu Zhixia listened to their conversation, she started planning how to take revenge on them before leaving.

They left the place while chatting, and after the group left, Lu Zhixia got up from the ground.

The weather has not yet completely warmed up, and the wet prison uniform sticks to Lu Zhixia's body, making her shiver.

She looked at the people walking away, hatred in her eyes.

Lu Zhixia lowered her head and clenched her other intact hand, then chuckled.

One hand is enough.

However, before dealing with these people, she still had to meet Song Buci.

No one knew what method she used, but the people in the detention center called Song Buci on the third day after that day.

"Hello——" Song Buci is extremely busy now. Every day he follows his brother's assistant to learn. Every day he has countless documents to process and review, and he also has to give his brother documents that need to be signed urgently. Now he is so busy that he can only hold his mobile phone against his neck.

"Is this Miss Song Buci? I'm from the Imperial Capital Detention Center. Lu Zhixia said she wants to see you." The prison guard stated Lu Zhixia's requests one by one.

Song Buci, who was busy with his work, stopped working when he heard this. He then picked up his phone and asked seriously, "Did she ask me to visit her in prison?"

"Yes." The prison guard responded.

Thinking that she was already in jail, Song Buci hesitated for a moment and finally agreed, "What time?"

"Three o'clock this afternoon." The prison guard told her the time and hung up the phone.

Song Buci glanced at the time and saw that it was still two and a half hours until three in the afternoon.

She put the question behind her and continued with her work.

The assistant personally taught Song Buci what a secretary should do, and Song Yunshen also let Song Buci learn how to manage the company whenever he had time.

Song Yunshen just wanted her to be busy, because being busy would keep her from having random thoughts.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Buci stopped the work at hand, asked for leave from her brother, and then drove to the Imperial Capital Detention Center.

After entering, the prison guard took her to the visiting room, and Lu Zhixia was also taken out by the prison guard.

Lu Zhixia's hands were handcuffed, his clothes were dirty, his face was covered with wounds, and one of his hands was in a cast.

Looking at her like this, Song Buci was still a little surprised.

The two picked up the phone, and Song Buci was the first to ask, "What do you want me to do?"

"Song Buci, you win." Lu Zhixia looked at her wearing well-fitting clothes, a black coat that reached her calves, and her hair tied up, looking neat and clean.

He wore a pair of black leather gloves on his hands, covering up the scars.

The jealousy in her eyes could not be concealed. Why was Song Buci liked by everyone, while she could only spy on her like a rat in a sewer?

Resentment, jealousy, and hatred surged in her heart. Lu Zhixia looked at her and continued, "Seeing me become what I am now, are you really happy now?"

"Do you feel relieved?"

Song Buci listened to her words in silence for a few seconds before saying, "Yes, seeing you become what you are now, of course I am happy."

"After all, when you pushed her into the water, you must have wanted her to die," Song Buci said.

Hearing what Song Buci said, Lu Zhixia showed a puzzled expression. Who... is she?