Can you cook?

Song Xu should be physically exhausted. He had a great effort to drag the rice to the pool.

He didn’t wash the rice cooker or wash the rice, just put in a few small bowls and began to cook porridge.

Song Xu is still the same. He always does things with great efficiency and can do good things by himself. He never bothers others品茶. Even though he is physically weak, he never asks for help. When Ji Cancan comes, he is ashamed to speak, for fear that Ji Cancan will drive him out in a bad mood.

JiCancan watching didn’t say much.

The medicine she bought can save the emergency, and the wound is still inflamed. Looking at Song Xuxian’s still bloody wound, she can’t help but take a breath of air conditioning.

She silently took out a few preserved egg meat cutters from the shopping bag and chopped them directly. Song Xu reached for the spoon, and she almost cut his finger without stopping.

Song Xu paused to smile and said

Why don’t you stab me to death and get it over with? No one will look for me anyway.

JiCancan didn’t lift her eyes, but she thought it was disdain. Why did she charge a man with a life like dirt with murder?

She is almost holding up patience, waiting for Song Xu to eat their food, while waiting for Song Xu to finish the last bite of porridge in the bowl品茶. She urged with a straight face.

Go ahead.

Song Xu is a little queasy at the moment. He retched several times and rushed to wash his hands and face before coming out.

Sorry, I

JiCancan impatiently than a pause gesture.

get to the point

Do you still have the file I sent you before?

JiCancan thought for a long time before he remembered that there seemed to be such a thing, but he couldn’t find it after turning over his mobile phone for a long time.

Song Xuwei frowned unobservedly.

You’d better look for those documents carefully and sort them out again. It’s not that simple. I don’t think you were in the mood to read them carefully.

He vomitted a foul breath and smiled at himself.

After all, you won’t trust me anymore.

JiCancan rowed his mobile phone hand and gave it a remarkable meal.

Take care of your injuries and turn yourself in.

She looked up at Song Xu’s eyes.

I won’t keep you long.

When she uttered this sentence, Ji Cancan’s mouth was bitter, and she should have hated Song Xu.

Song Xu numbly closed his eyes. Of course, he was white. From the day he chose the dead end, his white family collapsed, that is, he collapsed. It was a face of utter despair to open it again.

Song Ya died品茶

It’s hard to say, after all, I repeat that I suspect that I have torn my chest and haven’t healed the scar.

It’s Yuan Wenrui

He spoke in a low voice, and Qi Cancan worked hard to hear the name clearly.

Of course, she won’t believe that Yuan Wenrui is really vicious, but she has always paved the way for herself. Yuan Wenrui finally married Tang Jixiu, so how can she easily take risks? Besides, in Qi Cancan’s memory, she and Song Ya are simply out of touch. If Song Xu doesn’t say anything, she never thought they would know each other.

Where’s the evidence?

JiCancan was silent for a long time before he spit out three words.

Song Xu eyes light flashing slightly, he dropped his eyes and said with some regret

no

ha

JiCancan leaned back and smiled and said

Then what nonsense do you say? You are guessing so much, and there is nothing in it.

Wen Song Xu actually smiled. He pressed his lips and pushed his nose with cracked goldrimmed glasses.

Manager Qi is just like you.

In Song Xu’s memory, Qi Cancan was arrogant and frivolous. She was as capable as others, but she pretended to be frivolous.