She ran away!

Song Beisen squatted beside the bed and panted non-stop. He almost couldn't breathe. His face was pale and his lips were black and blue.

Jiang Yun wanted to go downstairs in a hurry, but she was scared and her hands were shaking.

What if something happens to Song Beisen in her room? Although the Song family doesn't want to see their son, he is still a member of the Song family, and no matter what, he is more precious than an outsider like her.

Jiang Yunxiang was very scared. She was afraid that Song Beisen would have some shortcomings and she would not be able to eat and walk around.

Song Beisen is still in her room!

Jiang Yunxiang pointed to his room and said to the servant: "Your young master has an asthma attack. You should go see him."

After saying that, Jiang Yun wanted to run out of Song's house.

She ran outside to the road and hailed a taxi.

The little girl has never seen the world, and she has never seen Song Beisen's illness attack. It turned out to be so terrible.

Will he die?

Jiang Yun didn't dare to think about it.

She grabbed the strap of her backpack nervously.

"Little girl, where are you going?" Seeing that she was silent, the driver couldn't help but ask.

"I, I..." Jiang Yunxiang's mind went blank, and it took her a long time to mutter the name of the bistro where she worked part-time.

It's far from work time.

But she has nowhere to go.

The owner of the tavern was very kind to her. Although the salary was not very high, he would not let her do dangerous things or get close to some greasy men.

The first thing she thought of was the tavern, a place where she had only worked part-time for more than a month.

The capital is so big, but she has nowhere to stay.

Jiang Yun was in a hurry to think about it, and then realized that he didn't have his cell phone.

She didn't dare to go back. She didn't even know why Song Beisen was at Song's house today. He hadn't been back for a long time.

In Song's house, the servants were in a mess.

They hurriedly helped Song Beisen to Jiang Yunxiang's bed, used emergency rescue methods to help him calm down, and gave him medicines that were always available at home.

They had seen Song Beisen fall ill many times and had received professional training. After about ten minutes, Song Beisen finally regained his breath, his face became smooth and his breathing slowed down.

He closed his eyes calmly and said to the servant: "You can go out."

"Okay, young master." The servant also knew that everything was fine, but that his old illness had relapsed.

"Wait a minute, where is Jiang Yunxiang?"

"Miss Jiang is out."

Song Beisen sneered, his expression cold.

The cell phone on the bedside rang.

Song Beisen opened his eyes. It turned out that Jiang Yun wanted to leave in a hurry and didn't take his cell phone.

He picked up her phone, unlocked it, and opened it.

It was the text message Qiao Zhixing sent her——

Qiao Zhixing: Have you got the gift?

Oh.

Song Beisen smiled sadly, raised his hand and replied with a few words: Got it, thank you Brother Zhixing.

Qiao Zhixing: Just like it.

Song Beisen didn't reply. He flipped through Jiang Yunxiang's phone with great interest, looking through everything from text messages to various software.

Jiang Yunxiang didn't have anything special in his cell phone. He seemed to be quite vigilant. His chat records with Qiao Zhixing were all clean and nothing.

interesting.

Song Beisen's pupils radiated a deep light, and for a long time, he was thinking about her mobile phone.

In the end, Song Beisen took a few selfies of herself as a prank and stored them in her mobile phone album. She also changed her phone's startup theme and WeChat chat background to his selfies.
Chapter completed!