Yan Haoxiang: Love comes slowly
  • "One day, the little bear's ball fell off. The little bear said don't go away with the ball, don't go away with the ball, do you hear me?"
  • "Please don't go."
  • -
  • Yan Haoxiang walked to the window, watching the big raindrops fall on the ground, and watching the people running around to avoid the rain, his heart was a little stuffy.
  • Song Jin'an's tears suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't disperse.
  • He frowned a little irritably and told himself: Song Jinan is a murderer. She killed your most beloved sister.
  • Thinking of this, Yan Haoxiang took a long breath and went downstairs.
  • Song Jinan cleaned up and heard someone knocking on the door:
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Maid]: "Madam, it's time to go downstairs for dinner."
  • songjinan
    songjinan
    "Coming."
  • The tone is flat.
  • Obviously, a few days ago, she could have said so happily, "Come on."
  • When he came to the living room, Song Jinan found that Yan Haoxiang was already sitting at the dining table.
  • He was wearing a black suit with a noble and elegant appearance, his two slender white hands were folded on the table, and his dark and beautiful eyes looked at her.
  • Then Song Jinan saw Yan Haoxiang's brows furrowed instantly, and then he said to the servant lightly:
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "How could she come here to eat?"
  • After speaking, he hooked the corners of his mouth, and his profile face was exquisite:
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "She doesn't deserve to eat these things either, you can tell her to go back."
  • The servant looked at Song Jinan somewhat torn when he heard the words:
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Maid]: "Madam, this..."
  • Song Jin'an didn't want the servant to be embarrassed because of her, so she nodded,
  • songjinan
    songjinan
    "It's okay, I'll go up first."
  • After a few steps, she returned to her wedding room with Yan Haoxiang. She glanced at the warm room and smiled at herself.
  • Some thoughts suddenly flashed in her mind: Maybe Yan Haoxiang will find out the real murderer one day, but how can she count on others?
  • If Yan Haoxiang can't find out, can she really put this crime on her head for the rest of her life?
  • Obviously not what she did.
  • Song Jin'an sighed, she suddenly realized that she didn't know what to do.
  • She took out her phone and dialed a number:
  • songjinan
    songjinan
    "Hey, you should know what happened at Xinhe Hotel a few days ago, right?"
  • There was a "um" on the other end of the phone.
  • songjinan
    songjinan
    "I hope you can help me find a person called'President Zhang '. I don't know his name, but he should be a good-looking person, and his background may be quite large."
  • The man was still a little uncertain when he heard the first sentence. After Song Jin'an finished speaking a few words, the voice of "I know" came from the opposite side.
  • City A is so big, but that Zhang Qing's lewd and sexual things can't be hidden.
  • After Song Jin'an finished all this, he felt relaxed like he hadn't been in a long time.
  • As long as it is someone who has done this, they will definitely show their feet.
  • After all, we are human.
  • Song Jinan thought about it again and dialed his mother's phone:
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Mother Song]: "Stinky girl, why did you call mom now?"
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Mother Song]: "Mom almost misses you,"
  • After a while, Mother Song smiled inexplicably on the phone:
  • longtao(shenmedoudang)
    longtao(shenmedoudang)
    [Mother Song]: "An An, did you and your husband do anything last night?"
  • Song Jin'an originally heard his mother's voice, and his nose was a little sour, but Mother Song suddenly said this.
  • Her face was a little red, she didn't know how to say no, but they did, say yes, but talking about this with her mother, she couldn't say it anyway.
  • Song Jin'an was a little torn, and after a while with his mother, Mother Song finally didn't raise this issue again.
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    Calvin, Calvin.
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    The writing is a bit watery, because I want to keep my even more records.
  • jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    jideguanzhushoucangdaka
    Cried and cried,
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