The little junior sister Cheng Sitan suddenly became interested, and sent several WeChat messages to Song Yanqing.

She actually felt a little excited and happy in her heart, and couldn't help but wonder if there was a reason for her brother to break up with his girlfriend who had been in love for many years.

In these years, there are too few men who get married before graduating from graduate school, and when he first met Song Yanqing, Cheng Sitan thought he was still single.

She has a good impression of Song Yanqing, who is handsome and elegant, but she didn't expect that the other party already has a girlfriend who has been in love for many years, and even the wedding has already been held.

[You are still young, your marriage is very complicated, and I regret that I didn't mention breaking up earlier, which delayed both her and me. 】

Song Yanqing's slender fingers quickly slid across the screen, and Cheng Sitan smiled even sweeter.

[You're right, so I still have to thank the new era for giving everyone the courage to choose and start again.] If you want to put it aside in the eighties and nineties, blind marriage and dumb marriage are still the mainstream, and you can make do with a lifetime of unhappiness. 】

[Yes, I think so too, just a little sorry for my ex.] I hope that her future life will be smooth and she will soon find someone who can be with her for a lifetime. }

[Senior Yan Qing is so kind, many people will say bad things about their exes after breaking up, and there are very few people like you. 】

Before preparing for the wedding, Zhou Fanlu worked as a programmer in a small company, with average programming skills, and was willing to work overtime.

In order to prepare for the wedding, she quit her job and went to Song Yanqing's hometown, a provincial capital.

She originally planned to take the civil service examination or go ashore in an enterprise or institution in this city, so as to prepare for her husband and children in the future.

The wedding was canceled, Zhou Fanlu looked for a short-term vision in a trance, and the future plan was naturally different.

Shu Ange decided to go to Haishi - Song Yanqing to study in graduate school, and where she will work in the future.

Feelings have come to an end, and entanglement is useless.

Shu Ange went to Haishi to find an answer on behalf of the original owner.

This answer is not whether Song Yanqing loved Zhou Fanlu or not, but whether he really has to take any responsibility for her death.

After arriving in Haishi, Shu Ange did not rush to submit his resume to find a job.

The best thing about the 21 st century is the rapid development and progress of science and technology.

Every year, there are new investment outlets, and the Internet industry is a treasure trove worth digging into, and industries such as games, social networking, entertainment, and communications have great development prospects.

Shu Ange took the savings saved by the original owner in the past few years, rented a few stores on the entrepreneurial street near HW University, and opened a small-scale entertainment interactive Internet studio.

Song Yanqing is a graduate student at HW University and is about to graduate from her third year of graduate school this year.

She won't deliberately look for him, but the two should have no shortage of opportunities to meet.

At present, there is only one person in the studio, Shu Ange, who is also the boss and employee. When it opens, she'll hire finance, accounting, and other staff.

Time flies, and three months have passed in a blink of an eye.

After getting rid of his ex-wife who had been in love for many years and had been married without a license, Song Yanqing was relaxed, and her relationship with her little sister was gradually getting better, so she had to pierce the layer of window paper.

Zhou Fanlu deleted his WeChat and didn't send him any more text messages and calls, which made Song Yanqing's tense heartstrings relax a lot.

To tell the truth, he was quite afraid that Zhou Fanlu would make trouble at school.

Although he has a clear conscience, he thinks that over the years, there is no place where he can't live with Zhou Fanlu.

But there is such a thing as feelings, as long as the woman tears her face and makes a fuss. Men always suffer, not to mention that when they broke up, Zhou Fanlu was still pregnant with his child.

Thinking of that child, Song Yanqing was a little worried. Zhou Fanlu left without saying a word, wouldn't he want to secretly give birth to the child and rely on the child to save him.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that with Zhou Fanlu's conservative and stubborn character, it was not surprising to do this kind of thing.

If such a thing really happens, he will be ruined by Zhou Fanlu for the rest of his life.

Thinking of the lively and sweet smile of her little sister Song Sitan, Song Yanqing decided to take the initiative to contact Zhou Fanlu.

Anyway, he wanted to make sure she had killed the baby.

Frightened, Song Yanqing took out her mobile phone to remove Zhou Fanlu's number from the blacklist and pressed the dial button.

After a brief busy tone, the phone was connected.

Song Yanqing furrowed her brows, and asked in an impatient tone: "Where are you, have you killed the child?" ”

The sunlight shone in through the glass window, and Shu Ange's slender ten fingers danced on the pure black keyboard, as if dancing.

She was wearing a pure white Bluetooth headset on her right ear, and when Song Yanqing's voice came into her ear, Shu Ange chuckled.

Her laughter made Song Yanqing goosebumps: "What are you laughing at, I asked you if the child had beaten it." ”

"Oh, are you going to pay for nutrition? The child is developing well and has already begun to move. In a few months, you will be able to come into this world. ”

Song Yanqing gasped and shouted, "Are you crazy!" Knock the child out immediately, I won't admit this child! ”

If the original owner hadn't committed suicide, the child would have been five or six months old now, and would have rolled over in his belly.

Song Yanqing, a father, didn't even ask a word, and directly ordered her to have a baby.

"Oh, Mr. Song Yanqing, you seem to have forgotten. There is no such thing as a parent-child relationship, which you can deny if you want to. ”

Shu Ange played the keyboard and refuted Song Yanqing unhurriedly.

Song Yanqing's mouth was dry, her head was blank, and she tried to swallow her throat, trying to lower her fear and uneasiness: "Are you right to lie to me, you have already killed my child, you are just scaring me." ”

His anxious and frightened voice reminded Shu Ange of the heavy rain that day.

Zhou Fanlu that day, walking alone in the pouring rain, how desperate it should be.

She may be reluctant to have the child in her womb, and she doesn't want to die silently alone.

But I have been with my lover for many years, and I said: "You don't want to die in my house." ”

became the last straw that crushed the camel, making Zhou Fanlu a lonely soul floating in this city.

If that child can be born smoothly, for the sake of this cute little life, Zhou Fanlu may not choose to go to a dead end.

Song Yanqing seems to be powerful, but in fact she is just a selfish and weak paper tiger.

"Well, everything you said, it's been recorded. Song Yanqing, have you dealt with the wedding photos at home, and do you still remember the vows at the wedding? ”

Knowing that Shu Ange was recording, Song Yanqing was startled and hurriedly hung up the phone.

[Senior Yan Qing, what are you busy with? I've been so annoying lately, a boy from the outside department has been chasing me and has to invite me to dinner. 】

[In two days, my favorite singer Zhou Yan will hold a concert in Haishi, let's go see it together. 】

Along with the WeChat messages, there are also all kinds of cute emojis.

In the past, Song Yanqing's favorite thing was Song Sitan's innocent, cute, and unsorrowful little girl's feelings.

Now that I'm in trouble, I feel an indescribable sense of irritability when I see the message she sent.