"Come in and sit down," Rong Haiyue stretched out his hand to greet them, "Just arrived?" ”

"Hmm."

"Have you eaten?" Rong Haiyue took the gift from Li Sicheng.

"I've eaten, I just ate in the hotel."

Su Qianci replied, as soon as she was welcomed in, she was attracted by the photo on the large cabinet at the door at first glance.

It was a family photo with an enlarged view.

Rong Anna smiled like a flower, Rong Haiyue had a faint but heartfelt satisfied smile on her face, and on their far right, the woman's expression was a little distant and cold, and in this photo, it looked out of place.

"That's my wife." Rong Haiyue explained, "Does it look a little like you?" ”

"Rong Xuan." Su Qianci spoke up, "It turns out that the last time she was in Cannes Hospital, she went to see you. ”

"You've met her?"

"Well, when I was in the hospital, the night I first went to see you, I ran into her in the hallway, and she looked a little cold."

"She's always been like this," Rong Anna smiled and served them tea, "The nanny is home for the New Year, I don't know how to make tea, don't dislike it." ”

"This is my daughter, Anna Yung, twenty-one years old this year, should be a year or two younger than you, can be regarded as your sister, maybe you can become good friends."

"If you're twenty-one years old, you're as old as me," Su Qianci felt like she was being said to be old, "I'm 21 years old, and my birthday in October isn't much older than her, right?" ”

Rong Haiyue was stunned, "Aren't you Song Yifan's daughter?" It should be 22 or 23 years old, right? ”

Rong Xuan only returned to him 22 years ago, with Su Qianci's face, it can already be asserted that she is her daughter, if it is her and Song Yifan's child, then, this child is at least 22 years old, how can it be 21?

"How old are people, what does it matter to you?" An indifferent voice came in, and the voice of high heels sounded loudly, "Are you so old that you still want to gnaw on tender grass?" The voice was indifferent, and there was no politeness, and vaguely, there was even a little disdain, "She is as old as your daughter, Rong Haiyue, you are too mad." ”

Everyone looked back almost at the same time, and at a glance, they saw the elegant and gorgeous lady.

Rong Xuan was wearing a royal blue cashmere coat, with an ankle-length thick cheongsam inside, and high heels at least 5 high, elegant and extravagant.

"Rong Xuan......" Rong Haiyue shouted, and there was already a terrible guess in his heart, "Could it be ......?"

"You guys go back," Rong Xuan looked at Li Sicheng and Su Qianci, "We have to deal with our family affairs, and it's inconvenient for outsiders to be there, so we won't send it." ”

Su Qianci looked at her and couldn't help but overlap her with the Rong Xuan in Song Yifan's photo.

Thinking of Song Yifan's life for so many years, I held my breath in my heart.

Su Qianci stood up and asked, "Rong Xuan, are you Rong Xuan?" ”

Rong Xuan obviously didn't want to deal with her, and looked indifferent.

"When my grandmother asked me to see you, I would bring you a word."

Hearing this, Rong Xuan looked sideways, and with a slight emotion on his indifferent face, he asked, "Your grandmother?" ”

"It's my father Song Yifan's mother, she asked you: After being the daughter of the old Song family for a few years, but ruining everything in the old Song family, do you regret it?"

(Po Sing Shek Academy)