It was already noon, and the sun turned around the corners and shone straight onto Song Ru's face. Delicate eyebrows, cold corners of the mouth. Sheng Quan looked at her and suddenly felt unprecedentedly strange.

Is this still the same helpless and scared girl from the countryside? After so much time, Song Ru and I suddenly became the appearance he didn't know at all. He suddenly doubted that the person in front of him had not even lost his memory in the first place, so what kind of heart she had in the days when she and Sheng Congsu were getting along day and night abroad.

Now that she has Sheng Qi's Thai half-worth, is she satisfied? Sheng Quan didn't have the slightest answer in his heart, he looked at the very distinctive name on the last page, and his heart was full of ups and downs, he didn't even know the meaning of Song Ru's signature like this.

Lily Lancaster, he didn't understand it at all.

And Song Ru and I stared at him coldly, as if I wanted to see through the expression on his face. In the end, Sheng Quan finally heard Song Rume ask sarcastically, "Don't you know?" ”

Sheng Quan smiled, obviously not very clear.

Song Ru and I finally frowned, Sheng Quan, as Sheng Congsu's long-time confidant, didn't know her name. Then it can only be explained that in addition to Sheng Quan's assistant, Sheng Congsu must have another thing to take care of for him and not see the light. So is it about Ji Fan's real cause of death, does another person really know?

As for Fu Yu's words, the murderer who killed Ji Fan was the captain of the auction house team, how much credibility does it have?

Song Ru stood up, and the lakes and mountains and beautiful scenes in the villa area were all reflected in her eyes. She now has a net worth of 70% of Sheng Congsu, and she is the top of the pyramid in this city and even in the entire country.

However, the resentment in her chest increased every day, and it became more and more difficult to calm down. However, after this resentment, it was suddenly mixed with a lot of inexplicable feelings. She also resented herself, hated herself for being powerless, and hated herself for being preoccupied and indecisive.

"I'm R, Sheng Congxin should be very clear about this matter, you just have to do it."

Sheng Quan had to leave. Soon it was time to eat, Sheng Yang was still in school, and only Song Ru and I were left in the house to eat alone, the huge restaurant, the table was full of dishes, Song Ru and I ate a few chopsticks but put them down.

The old butler stood aside and watched her back for a long time. He still remembers that this little girl came to the Sheng family a few years ago, and her belly grew bigger day by day, at that time, Sheng Congsu really liked her, and she liked her until she was about to die, and she only knew to follow her all day long, and she didn't go anywhere.

When I was young, I always didn't know that the twisted melon was bitter and sour.

Up to now, the child is five years old, innocent and cute, after all, he is still divorced, and he is divided into most □□ families, and he doesn't even dare to have children, and he has to go abroad to relax. It's really a bad fate. And the girl in front of her has never loved Sheng Congsu.

The old housekeeper thought about it, and finally walked in front of Song Rume and said, "Miss Song, there are some things that have been said for many years, and this is the first time I have said them. ”

In the quiet home, every word of the old housekeeper's words entered Song Ru's ears.

"Xiaoqi's parents have never been very harmonious, they always quarrel, it's not that they don't love each other, it's just not easy to get along. The last time the two of them quarreled, the wife went abroad, the husband chased after him, and after reconciling, he took a late flight back, and everyone died when something happened to the plane. ”

"I say this to say that Xiao Qi needs someone to love him, not him to love others. He has never learned how to love someone well, and the little lady is also spoiled at home, and he doesn't even know a degree. To be honest, I have never been optimistic about you, you are too stubborn, and he is too reasonable. I don't know what you want to do, but I can introduce you to the assistant of the family, and it's good if you want to know something or confirm something, but I hope you can leave here with you in the future. ”

"After so many years of tossing, let's just do it, let's live a stable life in the future."

Song Ru's back stiffened, and every word of the old housekeeper's words seemed to be engraved on her heart. I didn't expect some things to be so easy, but what he said, the bridge to the bridge, the road to the road, can it really be done?

The quiet and quiet countryside, the murmuring water, the chirping summer, they are extremely young. She gave birth to a child at such a young age, exhausted her hard work and dried her tears, gave up and escaped, and entangled for so long, can she live her own life in peace?

Life is difficult and indescribable, and she has long been aged in endless years and pain.

Song Ru didn't speak, for a long, long time, she just nodded slightly.

"Then tomorrow, after the little lady goes to school, I will take you to the ancestral house."

At night, Sheng Yang slept in her mother's arms, and the little girl asked wiltedly, "Where is Dad?" ”

Song Ru touched her little head: "He went on a business trip and will be back soon." ”

"Hmm. Suddenly, I still think a little bit about the seventh. ”

The night was long and silent, and the night sky was bright with stars. The room was dimly lit, Sheng Yang was in her arms, and her fragrant and soft little body was in her sixth year.

Eight jet lags away in Scotland, plaid skirts, bagpipes, endless plains. Islay, an isolated island in the south of Scotland, is perennially filled with the Atlantic breeze, with the faint scent of heather and moss wafting in the wind. The air is mixed with the peat malt aroma of the distillery, and the silent lighthouse quietly guards the shore with a faint light.

There is a small wooden house by the sea, which is the place where Sheng settled after flying from Su to Scotland, and this place is still the property that he bought when he studied abroad, but I didn't expect it to come in handy many years later.

Opening the door, the single chair in front of the typewriter, all made of antlers and deerskin, became the center of gravity of the hall, the doorbell, the corner of the bed, the bookshelf, and even the bronze utensils used to extinguish the candles, all of which were traces of deer, the lamp holder was the original specimen of the foot of a red deer, and the fireplace wall was covered with a pair of hunters' trophies.

In this small house full of medieval aristocracy on the remnant of Islay, Sheng Congsu is standing in front of the window. It was drizzling outside, and a few seagulls fluttered on the surface of the sea not far away.

Covered in wind and rain, Sheng Congsu suddenly felt extremely calm. He had already met Song Ru as my relative, a distant relative in the physiological sense. They are golden-eyed, they are all outstanding in appearance, and they obviously can't remember their relatives who are far away in a foreign country, and they can only say that they seem to be cousins who have just been found a few years ago. The family has a special lawyer and financial responsibility for related matters, but is responsible for giving the money to Song Rume. They didn't know her well, let alone have any friendship.

Sheng Congsu drank the whiskey that went out on Islay Island, and he couldn't make waves in his heart, probably after so many years, after doing so many things, he always felt tired.

He still remembered those two cards, Death and Judgment, Love with No Way Out. The people he had been learning for countless years finally felt tired. Especially Song Ru I opened his safe and opened his most shameful deposit.

Even if she cried, she would never tell him why she was crying. He knew that she was not short of money, and Song Rume, who was poor and shabby when she was young, was a nobleman, and her surname was Lancaster, an ancient and pure surname that showed her identity. Sheng Congsu even remembered that her cousin smiled and jokingly said, "Not to mention, there have been several kings in our family." ”

With the accumulation of wealth year after year, even Song Rume, a son who is not recognized by the family in China, can be greatly blessed.

Therefore, Sheng Congsu thought, she didn't know if she could value his stinky money. When she returned to China, she had already spent a lot of money, and the check for Agatha's original work could be written quickly.

How else could he keep her? Many years ago, she was a helpless orphan girl, and many years later, she has graduated from Cambridge with a huge trust fund. Now, he doesn't even have any capital. Even Sheng Yang seems to love her mother a little more.

Sheng Quan faxed overnight, and the six-year marriage was annulled. On the last page of her title, Agatha's original work, Song as I filled in the name when Lily Lancaster. Although her real name is like this, she admits that her identity has always been Song Rume, and she writes like this, obviously she doesn't want his things. Even when she writes like this, it is a silent show-off, you see, who am I, I am not rare in your things.

Sheng Congsu always knew that Song Ru didn't love her, he hoped that she would get better so much, and he was so afraid that she would get better. At this point, she was leaving.

The fireplace was still burning, and the damp and cold room gradually eased up, and Sheng Congsu took another sip of whiskey. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"The door isn't closed." He let out a faint voice.

With a "squeak", a man about fifty years old with gold-rimmed glasses walked in, and he shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Qi, it's time to go back." ”

"Uncle Li......"

"Hey, Xiao Qi, Lao Chen wants to take your daughter-in-law to see me. I've already asked Little Lou to come forward. ”

"Uncle Li, who else was on the mountain at the beginning, have you found out?"

"Xiao Qi, forget it."

Sheng Congsu took another sip of wine, as if his body had finally warmed up, and the fire in the fireplace was burning very strongly, "crackling". It was still drizzling outside, and the cold wind was blowing and drifting diagonally on the ground and in the lake.

He smiled and said in a low voice, "It's the last time, and you have to die to understand." ”

The man with golden silk eyes shook his head: "Then everyone, how many people are pointing to you for eating, Xiao Qi, don't repeat your father's mistakes." ”