"Don't talk about it in front of me again!"

Wang Song roared angrily, "Whether the events of the year have anything to do with you or not, you know best in your heart!"

When Sun Aili heard Wang Song's roar, her legs weakened and she almost fell to the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She held on to the couch beside her, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was a determined look in her eyes.

It was the look that a woman would have after she was completely disheartened.

"Wang Song, for so many years, my Sun Ellie has been busy by your side, not only to help you take care of the son you have with others, but also to take care of many things in the hotel, I live so tired all day long, live so selfless, what is it for, have you thought about it carefully?!"

Sun Ellie's voice grew louder and louder, and by the end, it had turned into a roaring question.

Wang Song looked at Sun Aili in such a state, and a look of struggle flashed in his eyes.

It's just that this color of struggle is fleeting, and it is replaced by indifference in an instant.

He looked at Sun Aili with cold eyes, and said in a calm voice: "I thought about it, but I told you clearly five years ago that I will not fall in love with any woman except Wen Qing..."

"You're lying!"

Sun Aili suddenly straightened her waist, stretched out her hand to point at Wang Song, and shouted, "Five years ago, you clearly said that you would try to love me, you clearly said it!"

"Yes! I said it! I admit that I made a lot of mistakes that men make, but I never thought that you would record what I said to you and send it to Wen Qing! You obviously knew that she was pregnant at the time and was about to give birth, and you still want to do this, what kind of heart do you have?!" Wang Song asked sharply.

"Hehe... Hahaha..."

Sun Aili laughed maniacally, "Five years have passed, and it turns out that you have never let go of this matter... Then why did you keep me with you for five years? You have never touched me in these five years, and you would rather go to those filthy places to vent with those bitches than touch me, so why did you keep me with me for so long? You say! Why?!"

"Because this is what Wen Qing specially confessed to me before he died!"

Wang Song's face suddenly showed a soft color, as if he remembered something very beautiful, he smiled lowly, "She said that she doesn't blame you for interfering in our marriage, and she doesn't blame you for giving her those recordings the day before she gave birth..."

"Maniac!"

Sun Aili interrupted Wang Song's words and shouted, "This crazy woman, who has been dead for so long, is still ghostly!"

Syllable!

Wang Song suddenly raised his hand and slapped Sun Aili in the face.

"I don't allow you to say that about Wen Qing!" he yelled.

Sun Aili held her face, stared at Wang Song with fire-breathing eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "She is calculating me when she is dying! She asks you to treat me well, just let you torture me! Let you think of her and her death as soon as you see me, the funny thing is that in the past five years, I have been kept in the dark, and I have been wagging my tail and begging for mercy by your side like a dog, I just hope you can look at me more, I am a complete fucking fool!"

"What are these compared to what you did to Wen Qing?" Wang Song said indifferently.

"Haha... Hahaha..."

Sun Aili laughed again and said in a low voice, "No matter how much I say, you will only believe her, not me." She herself is useless, she gave birth to a child and died in childbirth, why do you have to impose this sin on my head..."

"If it weren't for you giving her those recordings, how would she have had a difficult birth?!"

"Then she has to blame herself for being useless! she can't look down on her husband!"

Syllable!

Wang Song raised his hand and slapped Sun Aili in the face again.

"Hehe... Let's fight..."

Sun Aili smiled weirdly, "If you are a man, you will beat me to death in front of outsiders today!"

"You..."

Wang Song looked at Qin Hai next to him, and the hand he raised did not fall for a long time.

Qin Hai looked at the farce in front of him and was silent.

This is the kind of thing he dislikes the most.

"You are free, just as if I didn't exist. Qin Hai waved his hand and said.

Sun Aili saw that Wang Song's hand was raised in the air, and it didn't fall for a long time, so she provoked: "Why don't you fight? Do you need me to help you?"

After asking the two questions, she changed her words and said coldly: "Actually, you are right, you really shouldn't trust me, Xiaoguan was not abducted at all, but I gave him away with my own hands..."

"What did you say?" Wang Song roared angrily and immediately grabbed Sun Aili's neck.

Sun Aili's neck was pinched, and her face was flushed, but she was very satisfied and squeezed out her voice from her throat and said, "It's been five years... I... I've had enough... I think... If... If it weren't for that child... Maybe you will..."

By the end, she had rolled her eyes, and her voice had faded away.

Qin Hai suddenly stepped forward, stopped Wang Song's movements, and let Sun Aili lie flat on the ground, and then, he stretched out his hands and pressed them on Sun Aili's chest for a few consecutive times before Sun Aili came back to her breath and coughed nonstop.

"You said you gave the child to someone else?"

Qin Hai saw that Sun Aili was recovering from his breath, so he hurriedly asked, "Do you know Yu Qianqian?"

"Heh... I... Why should I tell you?" Sun said intermittently.

"It's important to me. ”

Qin Hai said with a serious expression, "If you know her, please tell me." ”

Sun Aili didn't expect Qin Hai to suddenly talk to her like this, she thought that Qin Hai would threaten her.

She had already thought about it, if Qin Hai threatened her, she would not answer his question to death, but Qin Hai's attitude was suddenly so sincere, she was a little overwhelmed.

"I... I don't know who you're talking about..."

Sun Aili was silent for a while, and then replied, "I handed Xiaoguan over to a man who has been following us. ”

"Men?"

Qin Hai frowned and asked, "Didn't you say before that you only saw a beautiful girl about ten years old?"

"Hehe... Didn't you say it before, I'm a liar?" Sun Elli was still in the mood to joke.

Just when Qin Hai heard this, his face showed a slight embarrassment, Sun Aili spoke again: "It was two people who took Xiaoguan away, a man and a girl, I don't know them, and I have never seen them. ”

"Two people?"

Qin Hai couldn't help but say, "How can it be two people..."

He glanced at Sun Ellie, and his intuition told him that this time, Sun Ellie was not lying.

The little girl Sun Aili said should be Yu Qianqian, so who is the man with Yu Qianqian?

Every time Qin Hai saw Yu Qianqian, she was alone, and there was never anyone else around her. Did the man happen to be absent, or was he deliberately avoiding him?

If he happened to be absent, if he deliberately avoided him, Qin Hai had to guess that the man was someone he knew.

If so, who would it be?

Since Yu Qianqian's sudden appearance, there have been more and more doubts for Qin Hai.

"Can you give me a specific description of what that man looks like?" Qin Hai asked Sun Aili.

Sun Aili replied: "No, I can draw it for you." ”

"Do you know how to paint a portrait?" Qin Hai said in surprise, "Great!"

Sun Aili nodded and said, "Well, I will, come with me, there is my studio downstairs." ”

After speaking, she didn't even look at Wang Song anymore, and took a step.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Song's eyes, as if he was full of confusion about something.

The three of them walked into the elevator, and Sun Aili pressed the button on the first floor.

As soon as the elevator began to fall, Wang Song asked, "Why didn't I know there was a studio in the hotel?"

His gaze was straight ahead, and he didn't look at Sun Ali at all, as if he was asking questions into the air.

Sun Aili didn't squint, turned a deaf ear, and didn't intend to answer his question at all.

Seeing this, Wang Song frowned, opened his mouth several times, but did not say anything more.

After going down to the first floor, Sun Aili had just opened the door of a room, and Wang Song was puzzled: "Isn't this your bedroom? When did it become your studio?"

"I've lived here for four years, and you've never taken the initiative to find me once, you're so ruthless, you only blame myself for being blind..."

Leaving such a sentence, Sun Aili opened the door and walked in first, Qin Hai followed, Wang Song hesitated for a moment before taking another step.

The room is not small, a large bed is facing the door, in addition to the bed and standard furniture, the room is full of scattered drawing paper, and there are four easels placed separately.

Sun Aili stepped directly on the painting paper on the ground with her shoes on, walked to an easel, laid out a piece of drawing paper, and painted in silence.

Wang Song, who was beside Qin Hai, bent down and picked up two pieces of drawing paper from the ground, looked at them, and was speechless for a long time. Qin Hai glanced at it, and the two pieces of paper were painted by Wang Song himself.

Wang Song bent down and picked up a few pieces of paper from the ground, which were still painted by him.

He stretched out his hands, slammed them on the ground, and flipped the stack of drawing papers, and just by looking at them, he would find that all the drawing papers were painted by the same person, sitting, standing, lying, frowning, laughing, closing eyes, etc., in different shapes...

"It's... How could it be..."Wang Song sat on the ground, looking at the portraits all over the ground, and was distracted.

Qin Hai walked up to Sun Aili and stood still, watching her draw intently.

She was drawing a sketch, and the facial outline of the figure quickly took shape, Qin Hai looked at the portrait on the drawing paper, but frowned unconsciously.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth... None of them were familiar to him, but when they were put together, they gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Where did he see this person in the portrait?

Qin Hai searched for his memories, but he couldn't find anyone who could sit in the right seat.

Is it really just a stranger you've never met?

If so, how can this indescribable familiarity be explained?