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The car finally stopped in front of a beach. Song Qingchun was pushed by the taxi master and walked to the beach. Every step of Song Qingchun walked carefully, for fear of falling and hurting the child in the belly.

Walking along the beach is almost the same as driving to the beach.

Song Qingchun has been talking all the time, and the taxi master has never made a noise.

Song Qingchun was taken by a taxi master to a somewhat old yacht.

Song Qingchun looked at the yacht twice, but just said "white and blue yacht", and she was pushed by the taxi master into the interior of the yacht.

The taxi master's strength was a little bit, Song Qingchun stumbled, and stabilized her body in shock. Before her hand caught her abdomen, she heard a heavy closing sound at the door. She turned her head and taxied The master did not follow up, she took two steps back, pulled the sliding door, and was locked back.

Without the outsider, Song Qingchun didn't continue to appear panic-stricken. She whispered in her mouth while observing her environment at this time.

Although the exterior of the yacht looks worn, the interior is neat and tidy.

Bedrooms, dining rooms, kitchens, toilets, everything that a single apartment should have, all here, but the area is smaller, but it feels very comfortable.

Song Qingchun made a circle around the interior of the yacht. There was no other mess except for a small bowl of instant noodles in the kitchen and a small glass of red wine on the coffee table.

No one else in the room except her.

Song Qingchun stood by the window of the yacht's interior room, looked at the sea for a while, and sat on the sofa. She noticed that next to the red wine glass on the coffee table, a box of matches and a pack of cigarettes were placed under it. Holding a very old picture.

The photo is a family portrait, Song Qingchun thought, it should be father, mother, sister, sister.

The younger sister is still a little, like a few months, hanging her pacifier, nestled in her mother's arms, crying with her eyes closed.

The older sister looked like she was four or five years old, standing in the middle of her father and mother, holding a windmill in her hand and smiling brilliantly.

That mother looks familiar. Between her eyebrows, she looks like a person...

Song Qingchun frowned, and then suddenly remembered who it was. She followed her eyes and stayed with the four- or five-year-old sister. Although the appearance has changed greatly after so many years, Song Qingchun I still recognized this sister, Fang Rou.

Does Fang Rou have parents? What happened to this picture?

At the time of Song Qing's doubts, the door of the yacht was pushed open. Song Qing put down the photo, raised his head, and saw Fang Rou wearing a casual sportswear and walked in.

It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a few days. Bye bye at this time. If it’s not Fang Rou’s face, it’s exactly the same as Fang Rou in her memory, she couldn’t believe it, this woman with a cold temperament all over her body It was once that she shouted her gentle and kind sister-in-law for five years!

Fang Rou took a leisurely step forward and walked in. She glanced at Song Qingchun, her expression was indifferent, and there was no change in her expression. She said "Hey" softly, and she held her body and raised the goblet on the coffee table. Go to the faucet, rinse it, then pour yourself a glass of red wine, turn around, and raise it to Song Qingchun: "Do you want it?"