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Song Yan grabbed he Yumeng's clothes and showed her green veins on her hands. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath for several times. She withdrew from he Yumeng's arms: "now that she has decided to face it, there's nothing to say. Yumeng, I believe you. I'm willing to tell you everything."

He Yumeng knew that her ex boyfriend had something to do with her five days ago, because she had not been in love with him. Song Yan thought about it and went.

But because the road to her ex boyfriend's house had to pass through a dark and long alley, song Yan was afraid, but she still insisted on going to the appointment.

But the tragedy happened. In the alley, she was stunned by people who came out of nowhere. When she woke up, she was lying naked on the hotel bed.

Looking at the blue and purple marks and the burning pain from her body, song Yan naturally knew what had happened. She lifted the sheet in fear. Finally, when she found a red plum on the sheet, her whole body fell into an ice cellar.

She is only in her twenties and her life has just begun. Why does god treat her like this and let her lose her innocence in such a way!

Song Yan was afraid to go to the bathroom and take a bath again and again, but no matter how many times she took it, the traces on her body not only didn't fade, but appeared more clearly.

She cried in despair. The whole person didn't know what to do, and the most ridiculous thing was that she didn't even know who was strong with herself.

So on Monday, she went to the company to resign. Unfortunately, sister fan didn't approve it. When she came back, she bought a lot of beer. When she came back, she drank and dreamed of death day by day. I hope she can paralyze herself so that she can think that nothing has happened?

"Yumeng, I really think I'm so dirty now. What should I do? I'm about to lose the courage to live. If I hadn't had my parents waiting for me at home, I really want to be killed." Song Yan said, tears gushing out again.

He Yumeng thought for a long time. He didn't know that song Yan had experienced such a terrible thing. At the moment, she couldn't say anything. She had to hold her and cry with her.

Song Yan's despair, she knows that you can't wait to die after being used by Lang Jiahe, not to mention that song Yan is a person who doesn't know who she is.

God, why isn't it fair? Why is such a good girl not treated well?

Two people hugged each other and cried for a long time. He Yumeng patted her on the back and comforted her: "Song Yan, don't cry. It's not your fault. You don't have to look down on yourself because of this."

"But I really hate it. Why does such a stain exist in my life?" Song Yan sobbed in her voice and said with tears in her eyes, she got up and pulled he Yumeng's sleeve and said, "so, Yumeng, please help me. I know that with my ability, I may not know who that person is all my life, but I want you to help me find him. That person has hurt me like this. I must not let him live in peace. I hate it, I really hate it! "

He Yumeng pulled song Yan's trembling body because of excitement: "I understand. I'll help you and I'll help you."

The two men didn't know how long they talked. Finally, they were sleepy, so they went to bed and slept with each other.

The next day, he Yumeng was woken up by her own phone ring. She slowly opened her eyes and saw song Yan who was still sleeping. She was afraid to wake her up. She quickly got up and went out with the phone.

"Hello, Lang Jiahe, what's the matter so early?" He Yumeng answered the phone and said.

"I'll pick you up. Pack up and get ready." Lang Jiahe opened his mouth lightly.

He Yumeng looked at the time on her mobile phone. It was already 8:30. Thinking of song Yan's entrustment to herself, she had to ask Lang Jiahe.

"OK, wait a minute." He Yumeng hung up the phone.

He Yumeng toured the living room, found a pen and paper, wrote down that he was leaving, and asked song Yan not to think too much.

As soon as she opened the bedroom door to put it in, she saw that song Yan on the bed had awakened and was staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

"Song Yan, you're awake." He Yumeng said and walked to the bedside. Song Yan didn't look at her. She still looked like wandering in space.

"I'll go back first. Don't worry. I'll help you find the person who bullied you as soon as possible." He Yumeng said and hugged song Yan: "Lang Jiahe is waiting on it. I'll go first."

Song Yan slowly closed her eyes and nodded, "thank you, Yumeng."

He Yumeng smiled and turned to leave. Hearing the sound of closing the door, song Yancai slowly opened her eyes again, pulled up the quilt to cover her face and began to sob.

He Yumeng went downstairs and saw Lang Jiahe's familiar car. He went directly to open the door and sat on it.

Lang Jiahe was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. When he heard that he Yumeng was swollen like a pair of walnut eyes, he quickly stretched out his hand and broke her face. In an unhappy tone, he said, "what's the matter?"

"Ah?" He Yumeng didn't know what he meant and asked suspiciously.

Lang Jiahe touched her eyes slightly distressed, and then said, "what makes you cry?"

He Yumeng was a little uncomfortable by his eyes, so he quickly reached out and brushed him away: "don't worry, it has nothing to do with me, it's song Yan's business."

Looking at he Yumeng, he lowered his head with a lost face. Lang Jiahe didn't know what to say to comfort, so he had to reach out and pat her on the back.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?" He Yumeng suddenly looked up at Lang Jiahe and asked.

"What's the matter?" Lang Jiahe accidentally picked his eyebrows. After all, in his memory, this was the first time he Yumeng asked him.

"Help me find someone." He Yumeng spoke angrily about song Yan's experience, and tears couldn't help flowing down again.

She quickly reached out and wiped it clean. She said with some embarrassment, "I'll make you laugh."

Lang Jiahe grabbed her hand, and the other hand took out a handkerchief from his arms and rubbed it gently on her face: "rub it again, I don't think your eyes want it."

He Yumeng was a little stunned by his inexplicable tone, but there was a long lost warm current in his heart. How long has he not felt like this? He Yumeng can't tell.

"Lang Jiahe, you must help me, okay? That man is really guilty. A good girl like song Yan shouldn't be treated like this. That man must be punished! " He Yumeng said, tears flowing out again.

"As long as you don't cry immediately, I'll promise you." Lang Jiahe looked at he Yumeng's eyes like a faucet with the gate turned on, and said in a slightly serious tone.

He Yumeng immediately pursed his mouth, and the raw forced back his tears: "you see I don't cry anymore, can you promise me?"

Lang Jiahe gently wiped all the tears on her face: "tell me, where is her ex boyfriend's community?"

"Tongzi community, the intersection of Huohong road and tianlibra Road, has to pass through an alley where song Yan was knocked unconscious." He Yumeng said all the news he inquired about yesterday: "Oh, by the way, when she woke up, she was in qiston Hotel, and the room number was 5608."

"Well, I see. I'll take you back first." Lang Jiahe said, let go of he Yumeng, stuffed her handkerchief and was ready to start the car.

"Lang Jiahe, I know I was wrong before. I don't ask you to completely forgive me, but I hope you must help me with this matter." He Yumeng suddenly pulled Lang Jiahe's sleeve with a sincere face and opened his mouth.

Lang Jiahe glanced at her, gave her a reassuring look, stretched out his hand to hold her, and then started the car.

All the way speechless, Lang Jiahe drove the car back to the villa: "get off and go back to have a rest. You look so embarrassed now."

He Yumeng nodded and said, "Lang Jiahe, I really..."

"I see. I'll arrange it as soon as possible." Lang Jiahe patted he Yumeng on the head.

"That's pliers community. Room number is 5608." He Yumeng continued to repeat a little uneasy.

"Well, well, I see. Go down. I put all the things we bought yesterday in the nursery and haven't been decorated yet. Go back and decorate it." Langjiahe tried to say something else to divert her attention.

"Lang Jiahe, can I trouble you one more thing?" He Yumeng seemed to suddenly think of something and said. Looking at Lang Jiahe's eyes that didn't refuse, he Yumeng boldly continued: "can you send someone to stare at Song Yan's situation? I'm afraid she won't think about it. Oh, by the way, and..."

What else does he Yumeng want to say? Lang Jiahe suddenly leaned over and kissed him. He Yumeng hasn't reflected what happened, and Lang Jiahe has straightened up.

"You!" He Yumeng only felt that his brain was short circuited for a moment. After thinking for a long time, he only said one sentence: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. It's very dirty."

Lang Jiahe was amused by her sudden remark and touched her head: "well, I know your concerns. I'll arrange them. You don't have to worry. There will be results tomorrow night at the latest."

"Well, thank you." He Yumeng smiled and opened her mouth, as if she had been stunned. She rushed to Lang Jiahe, hugged him in her arms, and got up and left.

Lang Jiahe looked at her back and slowly picked up the corners of her mouth. In fact, she has always been so kind, hasn't she?

While starting the car, Lang Jiahe dialed Zhang Zheng's phone.

When he Yumeng returned to the villa, sister-in-law Zhang was busy. Seeing her coming in with two walnut eyes, she hurriedly came over and asked, "madam, what's the matter with you?"

He Yumeng knew what she was asking and waved his hand: "nothing, you don't have to worry, I'm fine."

"It's all right. If you have any grievances, don't hold them in your heart." Sister Zhang said, "by the way, madam, have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet." With that, he Yumeng really felt a little hungry.

"Then I'll make you some more, madam. What would you like to eat?" Sister Zhang said.

"Please, sister-in-law Zhang. You can do whatever you have. I won't choose. I'll go upstairs and freshen up first." He Yumeng nodded and went upstairs.

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