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The car finally stopped in front of a beach, Song Qingchun was pushed by the taxi master and walked to the beach, Song Qingchun walked carefully at every step, for fear of falling and injuring the child in his womb.

Walking along the beach is almost the same as driving to the beach.

Song Qingchun kept talking, but the taxi driver never made a sound.

Song Qingchun was taken by the taxi driver to a somewhat old yacht.

Song Qingchun just looked around the yacht twice, and just opened her mouth to say "white and blue yacht", and she was pushed into the inner room of the yacht by the taxi master.

The taxi master's strength was a little big, Song Qingchun staggered a step, and stabilized her body in a thrilling way, before her hand touched her abdomen, she heard a heavy closing sound at the door, she turned her head, the taxi master didn't follow up, she took two steps back, pulled the door, and was locked.

Without outsiders, Song Qingchun didn't continue to show a panicked look, she muttered quietly in her mouth, and began to observe the environment she was in at this time.

Although the outside of the yacht looks shabby, the inside is clean and tidy.

Bedroom, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, everything you would expect from a single apartment, it's just a little smaller, but it's very comfortable.

Song Qingchun walked around the inner room of the yacht, except for a small half bowl of instant noodles in the kitchen that was not thrown away and half a small glass of red wine on the coffee table, there was no other mess.

There was no one else in the room but her.

Song Qingchun stood by the window of the inner room of the yacht, looked at the sea for a while, and sat on the sofa, only then did she notice that next to the red wine glass on the coffee table, there was a box of matches, a pack of cigarettes, and a very old photo pressed underneath.

The photo is a family photo, Song Qingchun thought, it should be his father, mother, sister, and sister.

My sister is still young, about a few months old, hanging a pacifier, nestled in her mother's arms, crying with her eyes closed.

My sister looked like she was four or five years old, standing in the middle of her parents, holding a windmill in her hand, and smiling brightly and clearly.

That mother, who looks a little familiar, between her eyebrows, is a bit like a person......

Song Qingchun frowned, and then suddenly remembered who it was, and then her eyes stayed on the four or five-year-old sister, although so many years have passed, and her appearance has changed a lot, but Song Qingchun still recognized this sister, it was Fang Rou.

Doesn't Fang Rou have parents? So what's going on with this picture?

Just when Song Qingchun was puzzled, the door of the yacht was pushed open, Song Qingchun put down the photo, raised his head, and saw Fang Rou, who was wearing a casual sportswear, and walked in.

It's just a few days of not seeing, see you at this time, if it weren't for Fang Rou's face, which was exactly the same as Fang Rou in her memory, she couldn't believe that this woman who exuded a cold temperament all over her body was actually the sister-in-law she had been gentle and kind for five years!

Fang Rou walked in calmly, she glanced at Song Qingchun, her expression did not change in the slightest, she said "Hi" lightly, she possessed herself, hooked the goblet on the coffee table, walked to the faucet, rinsed it, and then poured herself a glass of red wine, turned around, and raised it at Song Qingchun: "Do you want it?" ”