"There's a plane now, Bo Yunxiu won't find you, I-"

"I'm ......" Duan Hanshuang hesitated and stopped, "I ......"

"Come to think of it, I can't leave this hospital without saying hello."

"It's okay, you take your time, I'll wait for you."

He repeated, "Frost, I'll wait for you."

Duan Hanshuang felt that gentleness was powerful at this moment.

She felt a strong sense of security, and the corners of her mouth subconsciously hooked, "Okay."

——

Xi Mingyue had a terrible headache and went to bed early, and when she woke up, she saw several missed calls, and Bei Bei was lying on the side of the bed looking at herself nervously.

"Mom, you're finally awake! Mom, you had nightmares when you were asleep, and you didn't answer when someone called......

Xi Mingyue rubbed Beibei's head with pity, took the phone and dialed back.

It just so happened that a call came in, unknown number.

Connect: "Hello."

"Mingyue, it's me."

"Frost?" Xi Mingyue was slightly stunned: "Have you changed your mobile phone number?"

"Hmm...... I ran out of the place where Bo Yunxiu lived, and this was given to me by Song Yin."

"I may go abroad for a while......

The latter words were not spoken, but Xi Mingyue had already guessed the rest.

"When are you leaving?" I'll send you!"

Duan Hanshuang: "No need, I'm afraid that he will find out, the house I live in now is Song Yin's, and Bo Yunxiu has already sent someone to keep an eye on your house, so you should rest at home."

"Is there anything I can do?" Xi Mingyue frowned: "You are being watched so strictly by him now, and it must be inconvenient to move, I can help you."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, "I need you to help me find my ID and passport and give it to me, and I will find someone to pick you up."

"Okay, what else?"

"Go to the hospital and help me submit my resignation, and get my things back by the way."

Xi Mingyue happily agreed: "OK, I remember everything." qs

"When do you want to?"

"The sooner the better." Duan Hanshuang lowered his voice: "He is cheating, you have to be careful."

"Okay."

——

At the headquarters of Inpaldrea, the president was not seen at the end of the high-level meeting, but the acting president was busy.

There were a few people in the deputy president's office, two well-maintained ladies sitting on the sofa, and a young man sitting at the desk, all of whom looked at the front of the screen in unison.

On the screen is a man in a suit and leather shoes, telling something respectfully.

The video was closed, and the two beauties looked at each other and sneered again.

"Yi Shen, you must not learn like your brother, you must not be planted in the hands of a woman, and you must not indulge in women!"

Song Yi pushed the frame of his glasses deeply, and his thin lips opened slightly, and a magnetic cold voice overflowed: "No."

Categorical and decisive.

The beautiful woman smiled again: "Mom, this is also for your own good, and your wife naturally wants to match your identity, not a little doctor in a hospital."

Song Yishen bowed slightly, and his expression was neither salty nor light, and he couldn't see his joy or anger: "Mother said yes."

"Sister-in-law, this little doctor is not simple!" Another beautiful woman sighed: "How many beauties has Ah Yin seen, but none of them can be seen, but she has taken a fancy to this little doctor?"

"As the saying goes, water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, Ah Yin can fall because of her, and she can also make a comeback, this must not be good!"

"With me, his ship can only sink," Song Yishen looked straight ahead, and said in a low voice, "Never make a comeback."

Mother Song glanced at him, then looked at the woman, "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" The woman's eyes rolled and she chuckled, "I think that woman is for us!"

Song Yishen's hand holding the paper trembled slightly, and the page in his hand revealed the corner of the photo.

In the picture, the girl is wearing a plain waist-length Hanfu, her eyebrows and eyes are stretched, the corners of her mouth are naturally raised, her apple muscles are natural and smooth, and her hair fluttering in the wind is lazy and highlights the messy beauty.

The fox eyes she smiled and bent up, with sparkling waves, as dazzling as carrying thousands of stars, and with a cold temperament, she was also an existence that could not be ignored in the crowd.

Song Yishen's brows moved forgedly, a pair of ink-like narrow eyes twisted a touch of darkness, an unknown dark light floated up, and under the lenses, there was a hazy sadness.

"What do you say?" Mother Song shouted but didn't get a response, and turned around and said, "Yi Shen?"

Song Yishen quickly pulled back to reality, the corners of his mouth moved unnaturally, and he covered up the past well: "Everything is up to my mother."

Mother Song nodded unexpectedly, this son has always been very obedient, which saved her a lot of heart.

"What are you looking at so fascinating?"

Song Yishen quietly took out the photo and stuffed it into his sleeve, turned the page of the book, "I'm reading the information book."

"Sister-in-law, if you don't say that Yi Shen is the one who sits on the top spot, look at how hard you work!"

Mother Song couldn't close her mouth when she heard the praise and smile, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were also exposed, and she smiled and looked a little stiff.

"Don't make a fool of yourself!"

"I'm a sycophant, I'm telling the truth! My husband said that the hardest working person in the whole family is his second nephew!"

Song Yishen pursed his lips slightly, "Auntie praised it."

"You see, not only is it going up, but it's also so humble!" The woman smiled enviously, "I really envy you, having such a son who makes you worry!"

"If my daughter had half the hard work of his brother, I wouldn't have to hate me now."

"How old is your daughter? I haven't graduated from college yet, so what's the hurry!"

The two of you chatted about every word, Song Yi pushed the frame of his glasses, and the expression in his eyes was calm and profound, as if he was used to it.

He took the picture back from his cuff and carefully tucked it into his book.

I heard Mother Song ask again, "That little doctor, you remember to investigate, don't forget!"

"I'm also very curious, what kind of person can make Song Yinfan not even care about the company's affairs!"

Song Yi's eyes deepened, and he quickly tapped a few times on the keyboard, and the faces of the frost in the middle of Baidu's search column were displayed one by one.

His brow furrowed, his back stiffened slightly, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

Stunned in place.

"Yi Shen, did you hear that?"

Song Yishen nodded hesitantly, trying his best to hide the shock in his eyes.

The action was machined on the display, and the throat seemed to be stuck with a fish bone, and the opening was painful: "This is ...... Data ...... on Baidu"

The two women looked at it carefully, and Mother Song frowned: "It's also very ordinary, what's so special?"

Yuan Lili next to her bumped her elbow, and smiled meaninglessly: "What do you say?"

Mother Song couldn't help frowning, her eyes gestured behind her, and she pretended to be angry: "What nonsense!"

Yuan Lili covered her mouth and laughed, "Yi Shen is an adult, this should be understood!"

Song Yishen flipped over one by one, his hands pressing the keys were trembling uncontrollably, his chest was unsteady and panting, his other hand was clenched into a fist, and his joints were white.

He stared at every photo, his narrow eyes were red, and his heart was already turbulent, but he was suppressed under the calm sea.

"Hey, wait!" Mother Song suddenly stopped and pointed to the group photo in front of her: "Isn't this Situ Jin next to this? Li Jin's wife."

Yuan Lili also reacted, "Yes, it's true!"

Song Yishen's eyes were obviously different when he saw Xi Mingyue, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of danger, and his thin lips pursed, "They have a great relationship."

"No, it doesn't

It's hard to guess." Mother Song didn't care.

Yuan Lili: "I remember that Yi Shen and Situ Jin played together when they were young, right?"

Mother Song: "That's right! That Hui Yi Shen is still clamoring to marry and go home as a wife!"

A trace of disgust flashed in Song Yishen's eyes, and his deep voice was extremely magnetic: "When I was a child...... Mother doesn't need to talk about it."

"Okay, okay, don't say it!" Mother Song chuckled: "I still know that I'm shy!"

The two gossiped about the topic and skipped it, watching that it was getting late, the beautiful woman said goodbye to Song Yishen and left with a smile.

Song Yishen sat alone in front of the computer, called up the photos he had just seen, flipped through them over and over again, and the book also turned to the page with the photos in it.

The girl's appearance in the picture is eight points similar to Duan Hanshuang.

Song Yishen tried hard to adjust his breathing, desperately telling himself that this was not Qiaoqiao, the real Qiaoqiao was dead, this was not her.

But it's really too similar, if it weren't for the different dressing styles, Song Yishen might not be able to collapse when he searched out.

Eight points similar to fox eyes, nose, mouth, the same long hair......

Song Yishen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, took off his glasses, covered his face with both hands, and covered his expression between his fingers.

The office was quiet, and Song Yishen was deep for a long time, until his shoulders began to tremble slightly, and his voice was hoarse and crying: "Why...... Why ......"

"Pretty ...... My love......

His heart ached so much that he could not breathe, and tears fell down his fingers on the table, blooming a small dark flower.

"She doesn't deserve to have a face similar to you......" Song Yi took a deep nose and said in a very low voice: "She doesn't deserve ......"

He wiped away his tears and raised his eyes again, his eyes were already cold, and a hint of danger shone slightly.

"No one can be similar to Pretty Girl, no one can!"

Because it is profound, it hurts to breathe when I see similar things, and I can't accept it, and it is difficult to face......

The bruises on his temples on both sides of him loomed, and his tone became sharp, almost gritting his teeth: "The garbage used by Bo Yunxiu...... It doesn't deserve to be compared to pretty guys."

There is no substitute for his playfulness, and there is no one to replace him.

His prettyness is the best in the world.

But God couldn't get used to excellent people, so her life ended at the age of twenty-one.

The sharp eyes that had just lasted long were drowned in tears because of the fragments that kept flashing in his mind.