"You brought it on yourself." Seeing that Song Xingchen was disobedient, Qiao's mother dodged to block Song Xingchen's way, and asked the maid to go up and grab it with a look: "You can go, the contract stays." ”

Oh, what else can she do with a little girl?

When the servants got the hint, they immediately came up from all around, blocking Song Xingchen in a corner of the sofa, with nowhere to escape.

Qiao's mother stood on the periphery with her hands on her chest, and said with a smile: "Look, it's a good happy event, you have to make everyone so embarrassed." ”

After saying that, she was about to command someone to rob it, but the result was ......

Song Xingchen moved faster, bent down and got out from under the servant's arm, and rolled on the spot to the other side of the table.

"Stop her." Qiao's mother didn't expect Song Xingchen to have this trick, so she hurriedly asked people to close the door.

Who knows, Song Xingchen didn't go to the door at all, but got up and stood calmly in front of everyone, took out a lighter from his bag, and mocked: "Do you think I'll still fall for you?" ”

Qiao's mother's face changed: "What are you doing?" Don't mess around. ”

"Bring my sister's ashes." Song Xingchen shouted violently: "Otherwise, I will burn the things immediately." ”

As she spoke, she lit the lighter.

Qiao's mother was so frightened that she immediately stopped and didn't dare to step forward again: "Don't be impulsive, you have something to say." ”

"There's not much to say between us." Song Xingchen said with a playful expression: "As long as it goes up a centimeter, the contract will turn into ashes, have you thought about it?" ”

"Don't ......" Qiao's mother almost shouted out her throat, seeing Song Xingchen's attitude of being dead, she had to let people take out the ashes, and said hatefully: "Give me the contract." ”

Song Xingchen vigilantly reached out and took the urn, and when he saw the black-and-white photo on the black box, the girl was smiling like a flower, gentle and lively.

It was her sister, Song Nuanyang.

Qiao's mother hurriedly snatched the contract, for fear that Song Xingchen would cheat again.

Song Xingchen's eyes were hot, and he hugged the urn tightly, not bothering to pay attention to Qiao's mother's vigilant gaze, and walked out with the urn.

Qiao's mother was still unwilling, and was about to stop the person again.

And Song Xingchen stood at the door, looked at the servants who were about to move, and smiled coldly: "Mrs. Qiao, this contract was signed by Leng Haochen in my face, whether it has any effect or not, it's just a matter of my words." ”

She looked mockingly at the woman whose face changed suddenly: "Are you sure you want to stop me?" ”

Qiao's mother clenched the contract, and her face turned blue: "Get out." ”

This stinky girl's wings are really hard.

Dare to threaten her.

Forget it, it's just the ashes of a dead man, where is this investment book important?

Song Xingchen left Qiao's house and got into the taxi with the ashes, but his legs were weak and his breathing was a little tight.

She finally got her sister's ashes.

"Master, go to the Huanye Cemetery." Song Xingchen got into the taxi and said to the driver.

Huanye Cemetery is in the best place in the northern suburbs, and she worked hard for a long time to let her sister settle here, and her greatest wish was to be able to get her sister's ashes and bring her here.

Song Xingchen found a staff member to place the ashes, and the boulder in his heart fell, and the haze that had been shrouded all this time also dispersed.

"Sister, are you doing well over there?" Song Xingchen looked at Song Nuanyang's tombstone and said: "I have missed you very much in the past few years, I have lived a good life, if you are still alive, we will work hard together, we will definitely be invincible, after all, you are so good, so good......"

"I've been running for so many years, and I recently met a nobleman, and I finally had the opportunity to play a supporting role with more roles, and I also taught the mother and daughter of the Qiao family a hard lesson, and breathed a sigh of relief for you."

Song Xingchen clenched his fists, put away his little hands inch by inch, sat by the stone tablet and touched his sister's photo, his eyes were red.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I have thought that kidnapping was an accident for so many years, and I didn't know until recently that it was all designed by the mother and daughter of the Qiao family, and they killed you, and I won't let those people go."

She covered her face and sobbed in a low voice for a while, but the look in her eyes became more and more determined: "Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you." ”

Thinking of Leng Haochen and Leng Yi'an, she pursed her lips: "Sister, next time I come, I will introduce two people to you, they are my nobles." ”

After chattering and talking to his sister, Song Xingchen patted his sore legs, stood up tremblingly and slowed down for a long time, and then walked out.

It's getting dark, and if she doesn't go and can't take a taxi, she'll be sleeping on the streets.

Before and after the feet, there was a mysterious person standing in front of the cold tombstone, slender, dressed in black, wearing sunglasses and a black hat, like an elf in the dark night, although he couldn't see her eyes, he could still feel that this person had been silently watching the direction Song Xingchen left.

After a while, the man sighed, took off his sunglasses and wiped the corners of his eyes, his smooth chin and tight lips showed the person's forbearance and reluctance at this time.

"Xingchen, I'm back."

After walking a few steps, Song Xingchen suddenly stopped and turned around coldly......

It was a woman who was completely black!

Standing in front of my sister's tombstone, she looks exactly like her......

"You ......" Song Xingchen was a little shocked, and thought that he had seen it wrong, so he immediately rubbed his eyes, but when he opened his eyes again, there was nothing everywhere he looked.

The man was gone.

Gone?

The surrounding light and shadow, the shade of the trees, and the unique and eerie atmosphere of the cemetery made it difficult for Song Xingchen to believe what he had just seen.

"It must be an illusion, how could it suddenly disappear?" Song Xingchen shook his head, only thinking that he was too tired recently, so he hallucinated.

Song Xingchen pinched his temples, and was just about to go back to take a look, when the phone suddenly rang, and Qingyue's ringtone sounded a little scary in the silent cemetery.

"Sister Lin?" Song Xingchen stabilized his mind and picked up the agent's phone, his eyes were still subconsciously looking around, but he couldn't find anything unusual: "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong with me so late? ”

Sister Lin asked, "Xingchen, where are you?" ”

"I ...... On the outside. Song Xingchen replied casually.

Then, she heard a lot of people talking over there, and there was no shortage of people in the crew, so she asked, "Is it the crew's business?" ”

"The director has won several awards abroad, which is a great event, and it is also a publicity for this drama, and the whole crew celebrates together tonight, you can't be absent." While socializing with others, Sister Lin walked to a remote place and whispered: "Many first-line artists have come to help the director celebrate, this is a good opportunity to expand their contacts, and the next drama will end here." ”

"Understood, I'll come right over." Song Xingchen asked Sister Lin to send the address, and then took a taxi to leave the cemetery, and he didn't bother to look behind him, so he naturally missed the blurred black shadow in the night.

"Xingchen, I'm back."