"Before you came, I had already sent all the information about Song Yang to Zhenzhen. It won't take until dawn and the whole world will know it soon. You can't stop it."
There was sarcasm in Yan Han's eyes and he dismissed it, "Why should I stop you?"
Nian Anxi frowned.
"No matter whose daughter she is, I recognize her."
"Do you also recognize the daughter of a murderer and a mentally ill person?"
"recognize."
Nian Anxi's smile was fixed on her face, her expression was very ugly.
"Perhaps you can tell the world that she is not at all..."
"No need."
Nian Anxi clenched a fist with one hand and pressed it against his forehead, filled with unwillingness that he was about to explode at this moment.
In order to prevent Song Xiang from knowing that he was an orphan, he even did not hesitate to bear the stigma with her.
"You should be lucky. If I confess to her, your last trump card will be gone," he said.
Nian Anxi lowered her head and said with difficulty: "Yes, thank you for your great love."
If it weren't for Song Xiang, Yan Han really wouldn't want to look at her again.
"condition."
"I know that it is impossible for everything to return to the way it was before. You have to let me disappear in the country no matter what, I admit it. But I hope that my mother can go with me, and I want half of Nian Yufeng's property.
"
"In exchange, I will never reveal a word about Song Xiang's true life experience."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Han stood up and did not intend to stay for a moment.
Nian Anxi didn't expect that he would agree to it and leave so eagerly.
"Li Han!"
She stood on it, looked at his back, and couldn't help but ask him loudly, "When you walk out of this door, the whole world will know that you have found a murderer's daughter as your girlfriend. Do you really not care?"
The moonlight was hazy, and half of the man's body was covered with silver light. He paused slightly, turned sideways, and looked up indifferently.
Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the garden without looking back.
…
Yan Han went out for the middle of the night, and Song Xiang sat leaning against him for the rest of the night.
Before anyone came back, the servant came in to remind her to rest. Her mind was filled with things about Xu Shuyan and Song Yang, and she had a headache.
I really had no choice but to take a sleeping pill.
I managed to fall asleep, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn outside.
Yan Han still didn't come back, Song Xiang got up in confusion. Before she went out for two steps, a servant came up and asked her if she wanted to eat.
She was particularly sensitive now and had an intuition that something was going on. She avoided the servant and went back to her room to look for her cell phone, only to find that the Internet connection was gone.
The servants saw something wrong with her face and wanted to explain a few words, but Song Xiang turned around and asked them, "What happened outside?"
No one answered.
Song Xiang's eyes passed over their faces, and a chill ran down her back. Although these people didn't say anything, she felt that they all despised her in their hearts and said that she was the daughter of a murderer.
I took a step back and almost fell.
The servants were standing outside the door, worried that something might happen to her.
Song Xiang straightened up stiffly, put her phone away, walked to the door, and closed it.
The room became quiet, and she went to close the curtains again.
There was only darkness around, no one spoke, and the sense of security returned slightly.
"Miss Song, do you need to eat?"
The sounds from outside came in, but she turned a deaf ear.
There were so many things in my mind that I couldn't bear them any longer, so I could only open the drawer, carefully pour out a sleeping pill, and chew it without even drinking water.
When the feeling of drowsiness sets in, there is no room in the mind to think about other things.