Du Jingtang's legs were weak, so I was afraid that two women would fight in a while, so he had to bite the bullet and keep up. If it really happened, he was going to use himself as a sandbag.

Song Wan walked straight to Chu Li's office. It does n’t matter if she ’s not there. She just sits and waits, and she ’s not fighting with her son. She just wants to listen to her son to explain something. If it passes, then you have to manage.

With a click of the card, the door opened, and Song Wan walked in without even thinking about it. As a result, when she raised her eyes, she saw the woman standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and she felt a shudder in the ground at once I touched my arm. Is this window closed? Why is it so cold?

"Who are you?" Song Wan asked in a deep voice. Is this the lady who accompanies the wine, and Alu really brought her into the company.

"Aunt, that's not ..." As soon as Du Jingtang wanted to explain, Song Wan passed directly.

"Whoever it is?" She let out a voice and sank.

"You'll leave me at once, I can give you as much money as you want, but you don't have to deal with my son anymore, bad for his reputation."

Xia Ruoxin's fingers lightly touched the window in front of him, and strangely, Song Wan felt that this hand was just touching her body, which was weird and uncomfortable.

And the hand that caressed the window, and then forcefully, suddenly grabbed the curtains into a ball. Instantly, Song Wan could not help but put her hand on her chest, feeling that this hand also seemed to hold tight. Out of her heart,

At this moment, when the woman turned around, she was born like this, and stood in front of Song Wan with a smile.

"It's been a long time, Aunt Song,"

Her voice is very light and she speaks slowly, even with a certain pause between each word.

Song Wan's neck seemed to be choked suddenly. Her lips moved from time to time, and her breathing stopped. Suddenly she felt that she was going to suffocate.

"How are you?" Song Wan almost opened her eyes with disbelief almost, and the fingers pointing at Xia Ruoxin also shivered.

"Why not me, Aunt Song, you, okay?"

Xia Ruoxin took a step forward, and Song Wan stepped back, as if the mouse saw a cat, and Xia Ruoxin was a cat. Obviously, Song Wan became a mouse.

The cold sweat on Song Wan's forehead also fell off, but after all, she has lived so many years old, and she has seen all kinds of storms, so she has not reached the point of hysteria.

"Jingtang, go out first."

Du Jingtang beside Song Wan said.

Du Jingtang looked at this, and then looked at that. In the end, he could only close the door and go out. Now he doesn't care about anything. Let's find out Chu Lu first, and then say, a mother, a lover. It's difficult to get along, but now it's too much for the mother-in-law to arrive.

After the door behind closed, Song Wan clenched her bag tightly.

"You're not dead?" Her voice narrowed, but she was also afraid and guilty.

"Aunt Song, I want to thank you for your continued concern about whether I am dead or not." Xia Ruoxin would not answer her question, she stood to the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, sometimes thinking, if the glass If everything is broken again, then it will really be a hundred.

Just ask her willingly.

No, she is not willing, how could she be willing.

"Aunt Song, what about my daughter?" Xia Ruoxin asked this question again. She had asked it a hundred times, but the final answer was still a question that made her desperate, and she knew the answer or the question she wanted to ask. , Her daughter, where did her drizzle go, and where did she go? Little, she didn't see anyone, she didn't see a corpse, and even a small corpse was not left.

Song Wan lowered her hands with some weakness. This was the question she was most reluctant to answer, the most unwilling to touch, and the impatient. For this reason, she had killed a person. Although the person was still alive, she still It's irritability, still guilty, and words can't escape.

"Child, child, I ... lost it."

"Where did you lose it?" Xia Ruoxin's heart shrank. Although she knew that no matter how many times she asked, she only got the answer, but she still wanted to ask once and hurt again.

They hid her daughter from seeing her daughter, she could accept it, even if she did n’t let her see her daughter in her life, she also recognized it, but why is this sentence, lost, lost, how to lose Where did she lose it? After she lost it, did she look for it, did she care about it, and did she know that in the end the child ’s small body was buried in the soil like this, and even the body was not found .

Song Wan shook her head, she took a step back and her expression was flustered.

"I don't know, I really don't know, I took them out to play, but I just left for a while, and she disappeared. I searched for a long time and didn't find her, so she lost it."

"Who are they?" Xia Ruoxin grabbed the curtains again, and the curtains were almost torn off by her.

"Xiangxiang still has some drizzle," Song Wan replied a bit harshly, she was sad, she was very distressed, and almost all of these guilty consciences would drown her nerves, so that she would be forgotten for a day.

"Really?" Xia Ruoxin smiled suddenly, but laughed but rolled some tears. "Then you sue me, why is it not Chu Xiang that you lost, but my raindrops? If you really love Chu Xiang, You ca n’t die. Then what do you take my daughter to do? Just let her see your affection for Chu Xiang and let her know that only Chu Xiang is your granddaughter. "

"She is only four years old. She is two years younger than your Xiangxiang. She is very good. When she goes out, she always holds an adult's hand. Since I was young, I can't care about her, she will drag My clothes have been walking for four years. Why, she did n’t lose it, she just took it out once and then lost it? ”

"I ..." Song Wan married a step later, and she had nothing to say.

Xia Ruoxin loosened the curtain and moved to Song Wan step by step. She was like the evil spirit who came to ask for her life. She wanted Song Wan's life, and also Song Wan's ... the son's life.

"Auntie, you lost my daughter." She stared at Song Wan's eyes tightly, and her pupils also reflected Song Wan's shrinking body, with fearful eyebrows, afraid of being useful, afraid that her daughter could return ?

"So, auntie," she held out her hand, and a dove egg-sized diamond ring on her ring finger evoked Song Wan's hair.