Song Zhiyuan bowed slightly, sat down and asked the waiter for a glass of lemonade.

"Miss Su is really a beauty among beauties, with an absolutely unique temperament, no wonder our vice president wants you to show your wonderful dance at the group's anniversary celebration."

Waiting for the waiter to walk away, Song Zhiyuan looked at Su Wanwan, and the sycophants were extremely natural, "To be honest, I watched Miss Su's performance video and was also deeply fascinated. ”

Su Wanguan smiled softly, picked up the coffee in front of her and took a sip, "Actually, if you don't come today, maybe you don't say these nice words, I will definitely agree to Zhou's invitation to perform, because Qichuan wants to see my performance." ”

As she spoke, she put down the coffee in her hand, raised her eyes to look at Song Zhiyuan opposite, and her smile became softer and softer, "From childhood to adulthood, Qi Chuan has said that the way I dance is the most beautiful." ”

Song Zhiyuan also smiled, "Then did our vice president say that Miss Su doesn't dance, even if she just sits here, she is the most beautiful." But ,——"

She suddenly changed her words, and looked down at Su Wanwan's feet wrapped in gauze, "Miss Su's feet ......?" ”

"Oh, it's okay, Qichuan sent me to the hospital in a timely manner, so the doctor said, it will be fine in a week at most." Su Wanwan also glanced down at her ankle and said.

"That's good." Song Zhiyuan nodded.

At this time, the waiter brought lemonade over to Song Zhiyuan, Song Zhiyuan thanked him, took a sip of water, and then said, "Since Miss Su has decided to agree to Zhou's invitation, then I come over, is there any other problem that can be solved for Miss Su?" ”

"Zhikite, you are a smart person."

Su Wanwan smiled, and the peak of the conversation suddenly changed, "The relationship between me and Qi Chuan for more than ten or twenty years is not something that you can compare with him by sleeping with him, not to mention, he slept with you at the beginning, which was not voluntary at all." ”

Song Zhiyuan looked at her, bowed her head, and in the next second, she leaned over to Su Wanwan, "Presumably these days after coming back, Miss Su has heard of Miss Xu Nianhe Xu's name." ”

Su Wanwan looked at her, and her warm gaze suddenly became sharp.

Song Zhiyuan was not in a hurry, and said, "Just a few days ago, Miss Xu told me not to rob men with her, it won't be long before I am definitely not Mrs. Zhou." ”

After speaking, Song Zhiyuan retreated, smiling as if self-deprecating, "Over the years, except for a few of you who have a heart, who knows that I am Zhou Qichuan's wife, if Zhou Qichuan cares about me, he will not let me stay alone in Jinning for three years, if it weren't for the cooperation with the Xu family, maybe he wouldn't come back at all, as for my wife, he may not remember." ”

"So,——" Song Zhiyuan smiled again, "Miss Su doesn't have to treat me as a rival in love, if there is anything, I can help, Miss Su just speak." ”

As soon as the words fell, she took her bag and stood up.

This Friday, she is going to the nursing home to accompany her mother.

"Do you know what Qi Chuan was willing to give up competing with Zhou Jingyu for the position of president of the Zhou family and was sent to Europe?" Su Wanguan suddenly asked.

"I know, for you!" Song Zhiyuan replied briskly.

Su Wanwan looked at her and was speechless for a while.

"Miss Su still doesn't understand something, if not, I'll leave." Song Zhiyuan said, his chin raised out of the floor-to-ceiling window, "Look, Zhou Qichuan is here." ”

Su Wanwan glanced in the direction pointed by Song Zhiyuan, and sure enough, Zhou Qichuan was getting out of the car and going to the café.

"Since you're thinking so clearly, it's okay, let's go." Su Wanguan's tone was arrogant, but her expression was gentle.

Song Zhiyuan smiled and left.

However, when she walked to the door and passed by a certain man, her wrist was grabbed by a large warm palm with a slight callus.

She turned her head and looked at the person in front of her with an indifferent expression, "??? ”

Zhou Qichuan squinted at the person in front of him and was about to open his mouth, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the camera poking out of the window of the car on the side of the road not far away.

Immediately, he let go of Song Zhiyuan, twisted his eyebrows slightly, and advised, "On the way to the sanatorium, drive carefully." ”

Song Zhiyuan listened to his words, and almost wanted to die of laughter.

But she forcibly held back, dropped a very formulaic sentence of "thank you vice president for your concern", and then lifted her leg and left.

On the way to the sanatorium today, there was basically no traffic jam, so Song Zhiyuan arrived at about the same time as usual.

"Adulterer, adulterer, adulterer, why do you do this to me, why do you do this to me!"

"It's good to die, it's good for you all to die, retribution, this is retribution, you deserve to die, you all deserve to die!"

When she came to the outside of her mother's hospital room, she heard her mother's gnashing of teeth and scolding from inside.

Has my mother's illness flare-up again?

Song Zhiyuan panicked and hurriedly rushed into the ward.

In the ward, there was a mess, the nurse and the nurse pressed Liu Mengyun on the bed together, Liu Mengyun was still struggling, her cloudy eyes were full of hatred, and the scolding in her mouth still did not stop.

"Mom."

Song Zhiyuan saw that he was strong, and hurriedly rushed over and hugged Liu Mengyun.

Hearing her daughter's voice, Liu Mengyun's eyes were confused and full of hatred, and then she gradually regained some clarity.

She looked at Song Zhiyuan, and then cried bitterly with a "wow", "Iris, damn my good daughter, you're finally here!" Let Mom see if you're okay, are you okay? ”

The nurse and nurse saw that she was much more awake and let go of her.

After gaining freedom, Liu Mengyun immediately went to hold Song Zhiyuan's face and looked her up and down.

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine." Song Zhiyuan went to hold her hand and tried desperately to comfort her.

After a while, Liu Mengyun completely sobered up and calmed down.

However, after tossing for several hours, she was also tired, grabbed Song Zhiyuan's hand tightly, and fell asleep unconsciously.

After she fell asleep, Song Zhiyuan slowly pulled out her hand and went to clean up the mess on the ground.

Only then did she realize that the shredded papers on the floor were actually letters written by her father to her mother more than ten or twenty years ago, including love poems.

Roughly put together, the content of the letter is affectionate, full of the father's lingering love for the mother.

"Where did my mother get these letters?" Song Zhiyuan asked the nurse puzzled.

"It was sent by an old man who claimed to be surnamed Chen last week, saying that it was your mother's thing, and when your mother opened it and looked at it, the reaction was obviously wrong." The caregiver replied.

An old man surnamed Chen.

Song Zhiyuan tried to recall, "Is it an old lady?" ”

"Yes, it looks older than your mother."

Song Zhiyuan nodded.

She knew that it was the wife of their Song family's original housekeeper, named Chen Ping, and Chen Ping had been responsible for taking care of her mother before their Song family was defeated.

"What else did she send besides these letters?"

"There was also a stack of photos, but those photos were cut up by your mother and thrown into the toilet and flushed." The caregiver replied.

So, those photos, the ones she saw in the drawer of her bedside table last week?

Definitely!