Song Xiang sat alone on the bed, feeling the residual warmth around her gradually disappearing, and hugged herself tightly.
After almost ten minutes, Rong Qi knocked on the door, "Ten minutes, is it enough?"
Song Xiang pouted, "That's enough."
She lowered her head and rubbed her forehead on the quilt, trying to absorb the last breath of that person.
When it comes to charging, it's obviously for her.
She didn't know how much he missed her, but she knew how much she thought in her heart.
For more than three months, she had thought about ending the inspection countless times, wondering why she was in such a hurry since her life was so long.
But as soon as she wanted Rong Boye's body, she felt that she shouldn't be so weak. If she solved the matter at once, she wouldn't have to drag it out later.
I lifted the quilt and stood up. It was dark all around, and my emotions came flooding back.
I closed my eyes, suppressed everything, got dressed and went out.
Rong Qi had prepared everything perfectly. As long as she went out and followed him, she could return to the hotel without anyone noticing.
After a quick sleep, I woke up with a slight cold in the morning.
Xiang Shuyi happened to be there and prescribed some medicine for him to rest for half a day. Tan Shu frowned and gave him another half day's leave.
Suman came from the next room, came to her bedside, and suddenly sniffed her.
Song Xiang felt a little dizzy, "What are you doing?"
"You're looking for a man." Suman flashed her eyes firmly.
Song Xiang:!!!
She stared at Suman with wide eyes.
Suman held her chin with one hand, clicked her tongue twice, and asked uncertainly: "Is it... Mr. Yan?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She actually used a question, which was so daring to her.
"But I guess you don't have the courage. The only possibility is that he comes to find you." Suman said.
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth moved slightly, and Yan Han came over, but Suman sniffed his nose and smelled it.
"How do you know?"
Suman snorted and winked at her, "You have the aura of being loved."
Song Xiang blushed and pretended to cough repeatedly.
"Where's Uncle Xiang?" Suman chatted for a few words and then started to ask the key points.
Song Xiang rolled her eyes, knowing that she was not here to see him.
"Going out to make a phone call."
"It's cold outside. Is he wearing a coat?" Suman stood up and crossed his fingers, "No, I'm going to give him some warmth."
After that, he hummed a song and walked out.
Song Xiang was speechless.
She sighed, shrank into the quilt, and slept for a while.
At about nine o'clock, there was a knock on the door, and Rong Qi's voice sounded at the door.
"Miss, the young master is here."
Song Xiang was startled and sat up suddenly, "Why is he here?"
"The young master has heard about Mr. Robert and is worried that you will be made trouble. Come and have a look."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that what happened yesterday was leaked.
She asked Rong Qi to go out first, lift the quilt and get out of bed.
After a while, Chu Xun came over.
Song Xiang opened the door and saw someone sitting in a wheelchair outside with a faint smile.
"elder brother."
Song Xiang turned sideways and let people in.
In the past few months, Chu Xun has helped her a lot, and the two of them have met frequently, and getting along with her is much easier than before.
Chu Xun drove the wheelchair into the door, swept around the room, and then asked: "Why do you have a cold? Did you catch a cold while skiing yesterday?"
Song Xiang sniffed, "Probably."
"Can you still hold on this afternoon?"
Song Xiang nodded, "No problem."
"Then you pack up. Let's go to the Robert family's dock and try to solve all the problems today."