An Xuyue cried intermittently and said a lot of words. Song Xiang could only hear half of it clearly, but he generally understood it.
Nan Qing is strict and sincere... first love.
"He lost the person himself, and he didn't tell me the truth. He...he cheated on the marriage!"
"No." Song Xiang patted her back and coaxed softly: "It's normal to have a first love. Many people have it."
An Xuyue was a little out of breath and blew her nose hard, "But he always remembered that I was pregnant with Xiao Yan, and he still..."
As he spoke, he cried loudly again.
Song Xiang sighed, it was hard to comment.
Her mind was agitated, and she suddenly remembered the first time she met Rong Boye, and he faintly screamed.
——Nan... Nannan?
"Auntie, is this Nan Qing the wife of Mr. Rong?"
An Xuyue pursed her lips and nodded.
Song Xiang breathed in.
I feel that the other party is quite legendary.
She sang in a bar, had a sincere first love, and finally married Rong Boye.
The photo Mrs. Guo showed her looked very similar to her.
Photos flashed through my mind, and I didn't know why, but my chest felt a little tight.
She asked An Xuyue: "The first time you met me, you said I looked like an annoying person. Was it her?"
An Xuyue hugged her legs, put her chin on her knees, and scratched randomly on the quilt with her hands.
"It's not that I'm particularly annoying. She's pretty and generous. She's actually pretty good."
Even her love rival would praise her for how perfect she is.
"And she is so pitiful." An Xuyue said.
Thinking about it, Song Xiang died at a young age.
"Is it dystocia?"
"It doesn't seem like it." An Xuyue shook her head, "It's some kind of organ failure."
The most serious state of malaria is organ failure, which Song Xiang had checked before.
"You were sent here just because you went to see her?"
An Xuyue nodded, "But we are all fine. I don't know why, but she was more serious than me. I was obviously more serious than her at the beginning. I just got an injection and she was fine..."
Click.
A gust of wind forced in.
Before An Xuyue could finish speaking, the door was opened forcefully from the outside.
It is sincerity that goes away and comes back again.
"What are you doing back here! Get out of here!"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Zhicheng held something in one hand and said with a cold face: "Would you like cornstarch and bacon?"
An Xuyue swallowed her saliva. She hadn't eaten yet this morning, so she definitely wanted to eat.
"I won't eat what you brought!"
Song Xiang laughed, gave a few words of advice, and retreated knowingly.
As soon as she closed the door, she heard the earnest voice coaxing An Xuyue inside.
Sure enough, he was coaxed in just a few moments, just like coddling a child.
Song Xiang shrugged, turned and left.
As I fell down the stairs, I thought of Nan Qing again. I couldn't control the weird feeling. I sat down and checked the other party's information on my mobile phone.
She tried her best to find entries related to Rong Boye, but no matter how she searched, there was no mention of Nan Qing.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Rong Boye's wife to have no information.
Just slide your finger and the content will jump at will.
She glanced down.
——Yan Jinan Zhengfan, former secretary of the Linhai Municipal Party Committee.
With a flick of his eyes, he zoomed in on the photo, and he looked like Nan Qing.
I was stunned for a moment, then quickly clicked on the entry and read through the information.
Nan Zhengfan got off his horse for unknown reasons twenty-six years ago, and then committed suicide. He has a son named Nan Che, whose whereabouts are unknown.
Nanche, Nanqing.
In the picture, both father and son look very good, especially Nan Che, with her eyes...
Song Xiang stared at it for a long time, closed the web page, opened the mirror on her phone, and took a look at herself.