From last night to tonight, less than twenty-four hours, life is fragile.

Song Shenyan had a deep understanding of Xie Tangyu's mood, but she was not as calm as him, at that time she felt that the sky had fallen, full of hatred, she couldn't wait to go back to the past place to make a break, but in the end she survived.

Rely on tenacious hatred.

Xie Tangyu experienced her mother's suicide, her father's car accident, and her beloved sister was seriously ill and dying.

Money, power, wealth, the sense of superiority that is born superior to others are all worthless in the face of the passing of life.

She believed that Xie Tangyu would definitely have the moment when she was moved, but she couldn't show it calmly.

He is a person, not a god, not to mention that God still has a bodhisattva heart, not to mention a living blood kinship, although his eyes are evasive, Song Shenyan still feels sadness enveloping his heart.

That powerless fragile daring.

Given that Xie Zhenyun did not remarry after the death of his first wife, even if those lovers spent more time with him, it was useless, and looking at Sang Mu's expression, the power of attorney should not be a big problem.

"Tang Yu." Liang Xuanmu walked over with a tired face, she was wearing a long black dress, and she was ten years old at once.

Xie Tangyu glanced at Song Shenyan, Song Shenyan nodded in response to his eyes, and then stood in the inconspicuous corner of the corridor and watched these people busy coming in and out.

"This power of attorney was signed by your father a long time ago, it's not that he won't give it to you, he just, he just has a little scruples." Liang Xuannan handed the document in his hand to Xie Tangyu.

Xie Tangyu didn't take it, and the mulberry wood on the side took it in his arms with sharp eyes, and muttered to Liang Xuan: "Thank you, Miss Liang San." ”

Liang Xuannan is also Xie Tangyu's third aunt, it is impossible not to talk about it at all, at this time, there is no bloody struggle for power.

The ownership of Jinshan has always been very clear, Xie Tangyu is the direct heir, and as for the rest of the Xie family, even if they have the heart, there is nothing they can do.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor, Qiao Xin rushed over with a face full of disbelief, she knew about today's news, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Tang Yu, can I go in and have a look?" Her expression was full of suspicion and fear.

Liang Xuanmu didn't speak at this time, she automatically gave way, no one would stop her, just a dead person, and a glance would have little effect.

After Qiao Xin entered, she walked over slowly, and then lifted the white cloth, she lowered her head, Xie Zhenyun lost her breath, her face was white and scary, but she was still like that.

Although Xie Tangyu follows her mother more in appearance, Xie Zhenyun's demeanor is still the prominent one among middle-aged men.

has been together day and night for decades, Qiao Xin hates him and loves him.

Otherwise, how could he be willing to follow him for so many years without a name or share, and that kind of unwilling love will turn into tossing and turning night after night with the death of people.

Xie Tangyu's mobile phone vibrated non-stop, just dealing with these relationships made people feel tired, and the hospital was brightly lit in the middle of the night.

"Tang Yu, give me the phone." Song Shenyan walked over.

Xie Tangyu obediently handed her the mobile phone, and Sang Mu was about to remind her, but he shook his head to stop him.

"Go and take a break, it's not bad for a few minutes." Little did she know that a few minutes now might turn into trouble in the future.

But Xie Tangyu didn't need these things, he needed to rest, and the bloodshot in his eyes was terrifying.

In the next room, he didn't go to bed but sat on the sofa with a frown, his hand on the handle of the sofa on the side, tilted his head, and looked at her: "Come here." ”

The two of them sat side by side, and after a minute, he rested his head on her shoulder, breathing a long breath and fell asleep.

He probably hasn't rested much since last night, and he doesn't dare to rest until now.

The phone was silent, except for Xie Lingyi's text message, she replied, and no one else looked at it.

Song Shenyan wanted to swear.

For about ten minutes, she didn't move, she also had some back pain, shoulder pain, moved slightly, and the lock screen of the mobile phone lit up.

She glanced at it subconsciously.

I didn't plan to pay attention to it, but the words inside made her a little curious, and after clicking in, I found that the sender was the North City number.

There is no note, but at first glance, it is a very familiar tone.

The weird feeling of the screen, she was probably a little distracted, and she didn't realize that the person next to her had woken up a little.

Xie Tangyu saw that her face was not very good, moved her fingers, raised her hand and touched the end of her hair.

"Huh? What are you looking at? He seemed to have returned to his usual casual appearance, with a somewhat flirtatious tone.

"Wake up." She turned off the screen and looked at him naturally: "Are you better?" ”

"Much better." With a slight effort, he threw the person down into the sofa, sinking into it by a large margin, and the leather sofa carrying the two people emitted the friction of the fabric.

He didn't do anything, lay his face on her body.

"Recharge."

After about a few minutes, Sang Mu knocked on the door: "Mr. Xie, someone is here." ”

The Xie family is also a wealthy family in Nancheng, so naturally someone came to condole at this time, and there were many funerals in the later period, so it was impossible for Xie Tangyu to have a chance to rest.

For a while, he was going to be very busy.

When he stood up and walked out, he suddenly turned back, and Song Shenyan could probably guess what she meant.

"Protect yourself." He admonished, and then kissed her on the forehead gently.

"So are you." Song Shenyan watched him go out.

The hallway was much more lively than before, until it was quiet again, and she straightened her clothes, took her bag in her hand, and left the hospital.

When I was in the parking lot, I happened to bump into Liang Xuannan, who was smoking.

Song Shenyan's skillful posture surprised Song Shenyan a little, because she was a young lady from beginning to end on weekdays, and the sense of arrogance of looking up at people was hard to forget.

"Song Shenyan." She shouted.

Song Shenyan pulled the hand of the car door for a moment, and didn't intend to pay attention to her, but the person had already walked forward, thinking of the previous incident, she still closed the door and waited for her to come.

"Miss Liang, what's wrong?"

"The photo thing, it's you or Song Tan." She asked coldly.

A woman born in this kind of Vanity Fair can't be stupid enough to listen to someone else's words, and if there is no real evidence, no one will touch the Shen family and the Song family.

"If you don't believe me, why do you ask me?" Song Shenyan smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and the kind of mockery without a trace made Liang Xuan burst out of anger.

"You can't be proud for a lifetime, you think the Song family is a harmonious family, that's just an illusion of your juniors."

Liang Xuan's words made Song Shenyan vigilant.

"Miss Liang is kind to me, I will deal with it carefully, but now you should be more concerned about how to go next."

When the car drove out, Song Shenyan thought of Qin Bu's suspicious expression that day when Qu Chong was suspicious, and she was impeccable, even she didn't think about what kind of problems the Song family could have.

What kind of role did he play in this tanuki for prince?