After yelling at the other side, there was silence on the phone.

Sang Xue'er snorted, and asked in an unkind tone, "Dumb?" Why don't you speak? ”

Song Shinian really wants to hang up the phone now.

But when Sang Xue'er came to her now, she should also be worried about Sang Rou, thinking about it like this, most of the depression in her heart dissipated.

"They shouldn't matter." Again, she still had this answer, "Alas, you remind Sang Rou anyway and tell her to have a long heart." ”

When Sang Xue'er heard this, the anger that had just calmed down came up again, "Can you say something useful?" If Sang Rou wanted to get it, would she still be deceived by Gu Mingyuan's scumbag? ”

Song Shinian muttered quietly: "You also have a share in this loss."

Sang Xue'er raised her voice: "What did you say?"

Song Shinian pursed his lips, "It's nothing." ”

Sang Xue'er was not angry: "Hang up."

"Wait." Song Shinian hurriedly stopped her.

"What's the matter?" The woman was panting at the other end, showing that she was in a bad mood.

She hesitated and pretended to be casual and asked, "Do you know Nanshan Cathedral?"

There was a sudden silence on the other side of "......".

There was a dead silence on the phone.

Although Song Shinian couldn't see it, she didn't know if it was a psychological effect, she felt that the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

She couldn't help but break the ice, "Sang Xue'er? Are you still there? ”

After a long time, Sang Xue'er's faint voice came: "Why do you ask that?" What do you know? ”

At this time, where did Song Shinian dare to say what he knew?

She hurriedly explained: "I went out to play with Yan Yu today, and I happened to see the church, so I stopped by to take a walk. I saw him in the church so coincidentally, and I saw that his face was very bad, and his eyes were blue, and I was still thinking about what difficulties he encountered? ”

"What does that have to do with me?" Sang Xue'er's voice was full of attack and defense.

"Isn't the church a place for people to pray? I wondered if Shi Wenzhou had encountered something that couldn't be solved, so I came to the church to pray. No, I don't know anything about this place, Yan Yu usually doesn't leave the house, so it just so happens that you are calling now, so I just happened to ask you. ”

Song Shinian finished speaking in one breath, thought about it, and felt that his confession was perfect.

Perfect without a single blemish.

It's a pity that Sang Xueer doesn't think so.

I heard her voice suddenly sharpen, and she asked, "You don't know anything about this church?"

Song Shinian, who was very confident, was suddenly stopped by this.

Should she, or 'she', know anything about the church?

But there was no mention of the church from beginning to end.

Song Shinian exhaled softly, pretending to be inadvertently distressed, "I think you have all been abnormal recently."

"Huh?"

"You suddenly seem to be a different person, and a few days ago, Wen Zhou asked me if I believe in parallel worlds. I think you're all well fed. ”

Sang Xue'er was silent for a longer time this time before she asked quietly, "Why don't you call him little uncle?"

Song Shinian sighed slightly, and shook his head helplessly, "Yan Yu doesn't like it." ”

All the problems are just pushed on the big guy.

"Heh, there's yours." Sang Xue'er got angry again, left a sentence with an unknown meaning, and clicked the phone.

Song Shinian looked at the phone that was hung up and looked at it intently.

At this time, a low inquiry suddenly came from the front:

"What don't I like?"

As soon as Song Shinian looked up, he saw the man who had finished taking a shower and was standing at the door of the bathroom, looking at her with deep eyes.

The other party didn't wipe his hair, and the broken hair on his forehead was still dripping.