Chapter 15 Is Your College Classmate
Song Jinhe had previously heard that an artist had received a threatening package from a fanatical fan, and he was so frightened that he did not dare to be alone for a long time.
At that time, Zhang Ting said that she would check the packages sent to the company first.
When things didn't happen to her, she always had no real feeling. She didn't take Zhang Ting's words to heart.
Now that it happened to him, Song Jinhe realized firsthand what it felt like.
Besides, she hadn't seen the package yet, and her heartbeat was already so fast that it hurt.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Chen Yucong said, then immediately turned around and started to contact the property management on the video doorbell in the entrance.
"Hello, I'm..." Chen Yucong quickly explained the situation to the property manager and asked the property manager who had previously helped sign for the express delivery to come over.
Song Jinhe, who was at the dining table, took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, then put down his chopsticks and stood up and walked towards Chen Yucong.
Although she no longer had a fever, Song Jinhe's sense of smell was not so sensitive at this time, and she did not smell anything strange at first.
Until she got closer and closer to Chen Yucong, a strange smell in the air suddenly reached her nasal cavity, and Song Jinhe became more nervous.
For a moment, Song Jinhe's footsteps paused. When she knew that it was a courier that threatened her, she already had many conjectures in her mind.
Song Jinhe had already roughly guessed it until the unpleasant smell spread into her nasal cavity.
But she still didn't back down, walked straight to Chen Yucong's side, and then took a clear look at a certain brand's gift box.
Song Jinhe thought inappropriately that the brand had once asked him to be the brand spokesperson, but due to some reasons, the agreement could not be reached in the end.
As soon as Chen Yucong had communicated with the property management, he noticed Song Jinhe who had come to his side. He didn't want Song Jinhe to see something bad, so he subconsciously wanted to hide the things on the other side.
"Why are you here? You don't have to worry about this matter, I will handle it." Chen Yucong was in a bad mood at the moment, but he was still as gentle as possible when talking to Song Jinhe.
Song Jinhe looked at Chen Yucong and said calmly: "Let's open it and take a look."
It was specially prepared for her, why didn't she even take a look at it, Song Jinhe thought a little masochistically in his heart.
Chen Yucong still disapproved, "What's so good about this kind of thing?"
But Song Jinhe stood there without speaking, obviously insisting.
Chen Yucong had nothing to do with Song Jinhe. He looked gentle and cold, but in fact, no one could change her decision.
Finally, Chen Yucong opened the gift box under Song Jinhe's gaze.
The moment it was opened, the smell of blood and putrid smell spread instantly. Chen Yucong saw it before Song Jinhe, and then quickly closed the box.
This time, Chen Yucong ignored Song Jinhe's thoughts and opened the door directly and placed the box outside.
After putting down the box, Chen Yucong closed the door and reached out to hold Song Jinhe into his arms. "Suisui, this is not an important matter. I will handle it."
Song Jinhe didn't speak. She looked pale and tried hard for a while to suppress the nausea in her heart.
"Okay." Song Jinhe took a deep breath and stopped insisting.
After all, she already knew what it was.
The real estate agent arrived soon. Chen Yucong asked Song Jinhe to sit down in the living room, and then he negotiated with the real estate agent at the door.
If it weren't for Song Jinhe's fear, Chen Yucong might have gone directly to the corridor to communicate these matters with the property manager. In the end, the matter was reported to the police, and Song Jinhe contacted Zhang Ting. After all, it was difficult for Chen Yucong to handle this kind of matter clearly.
After Zhang Ting rushed over, what happened next was that she and the property management team communicated with the police, and Chen Yucong returned to Song Jinhe.
Song Jinhe looked up at Chen Yucong and smiled gently at him, "Don't be nervous, I'm not afraid."
Song Jinhe really didn't lie about this. She was indeed panicked at first, but now she is no longer panicked.
"We haven't eaten yet, let's eat first." Song Jinhe stood up as he said that.
But he was pulled back by Chen Yucong. He hugged Song Jinhe into his arms. He didn't say anything, he just held her.
After a while, Song Jinhe continued: "Okay, I'm really fine."
Chen Yucong wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out. He just felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
This kind of discomfort left him nowhere to vent, and in the end he could only blame it all on the person who sent the express.
Chen Yucong thought that he would not make it easy for the other party.
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After staying at home for two days, Song Jinhe had work again, and Chen Yucong was about to start work as well.
Song Jinhe was filming today, and Zhang Ting followed her. When she was putting on makeup, Zhang Ting was holding her cell phone aside and didn't know what she was doing, but she frowned from time to time.
Because there was a makeup artist around, Song Jinhe couldn't ask any questions. It wasn't until the makeup artist put on makeup and left that Song Jinhe asked warmly: "What happened? Why are you frowning all the time."
Realizing that it was Song Jinhe talking to herself, Zhang Ting explained: "The person who sent the express has been found."
Song Jinhe was not surprised. After all, Chen Yucong was putting pressure on him from behind.
Zhang Ting said angrily: "What do you mean to me now that you have a history of mental illness?"
Song Jinhe was silent for a moment, and then said very calmly: "Isn't it normal to be mentally ill to do such a thing?"
Zhang Ting looked at Song Jinhe and was unable to refute for a moment.
"Now he wants to use mental illness to escape responsibility." This is what made Zhang Ting angry. She did such a disgusting thing. Now that he is sick, does he think they have nothing to do with him?
Song Jinhe didn't care much about what responsibility that person would be held accountable for, but was more curious about the reason why the other person did this.
"So why did he send me such express delivery?" Song Jinhe asked.
Zhang Ting's face became a little ugly, and she seemed hesitant to speak, as if she didn't know how to explain to Song Jinhe.
Song Jinhe waited patiently. After a while, Zhang Ting said truthfully: "Actually, that man is your college classmate."
"What?" Song Jinhe was a little stunned. When he looked at Zhang Ting, his face was full of disbelief.
"He is from the dance academy like you, one year older than you, and majors in dance choreography." Zhang Ting paused, "Maybe you still know him."
Song Jinhe was shocked in his heart. He never thought there was such a connection. He was silent for a while before asking: "What's his name?"
"Han Tao." Zhang Ting said.
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