Staring at myself on the screen for a moment, a small thought flashed through my mind.
Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh out loud, laughing that it was really a dream, it was just a coincidence, there were so many people who looked alike.
Besides, Rong Boye's child is dead, not lost.
Guojuan asked her if she had ever suffered from malaria. Most likely, it was because she was an abandoned baby and was weak. Otherwise, she should have made a direct conclusion.
Abandoned babies, if their health is normal, how can they be abandoned?
Unconsciously, I put down my phone and put my arms on my knees. I thought of Xu Shuyan and the several times I had contact with Rong Boye.
If only it was really my father...
What a pity, how is that possible?
She thought for a moment, stood up holding on to the railing, and then stopped where she was for a moment.
Just as he was about to turn around, a voice came from behind him.
"Why are you standing there in a daze?"
Leng Buding was frightened, his feet slipped and his weight fell back.
Scream out loud.
In an instant, the person behind her rushed down and supported her from behind.
His body fell into the embrace and he quickly stood firm on his feet.
"What are you thinking!"
Song Xiang turned around, met Yan Han's reproachful eyes, and smiled, "It's all my fault that you suddenly appeared and scared me so much that I couldn't stand still, and you still yelled at me."
Yan Han frowned, put his arm around her waist, and led her up the stairs to the corridor.
He knelt down and checked her ankle himself.
"It's okay." Song Xiang patted his head.
Halfway through the examination, the man put his elbows on his knees and looked up at her, "How many times have your feet been injured? Don't wear high heels anymore. You can't even walk well."
Song Xiang: "How can that be done!"
"Why not?"
Song Xiang put his hands behind his back, stood on tiptoe and looked away.
Yan Han stood up and flicked her forehead with his finger, "Tell me, why not?"
Song Xiang pursed his lips and muttered, "You are so tall. If I were wearing flat shoes, it would be difficult for me to kiss your chin."
laugh--
Yan Han didn't hold back and laughed out loud. His hands were a little itchy, so he raised his hands and pinched her face.
"The things in your brain don't seem to match the surface."
Song Xiang shrugged, "Food and sex are human nature."
"By the way, why are you here? Do you want to see your mother?"
"What's so good about her?" Yan Han led her back and said, "The dress for tomorrow's wedding has arrived, let's go and try it on."
"You are so busy, why do you care about such a trivial matter?"
"Which of your things is a trivial matter?"
Song Xiang's face was flushed, and her heart was so sweet that she forgot about the unpleasantness just now.
He pulled Yan Han away quickly, wanting to see the dress as soon as possible.
When we arrived at the cloakroom, everything was ready, and the white dress was hanging on it.
Song Xiang took a closer look and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it too much? Isn't attending a wedding supposed to set off the couple?"
Yan Han said: "You can dress however you want, that bride doesn't care about that."
"Why?"
"The man is affectionate, but the concubine is unintentional. I wish the wedding wouldn't be held." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang became interested, sat on the edge and asked: "Marriage?"
Yan Han leaned against the wardrobe and said, "Forced marriage."
"Ah?" Song Xiang was surprised, "Who was forced?"
"It is said that the bride ran away from marriage several times, but all failed." Yan Han personally helped Song Xiang get the glass slippers. The heels were very low, and it looked like they had been carefully selected.
Song Xiang put on her shoes while listening to the gossip, "Is the man ugly?"
Yan Han raised his head and looked at her, "Do you think the whole world only values your appearance?"
Song Xiang touched her nose and thought that if I hadn't looked at my face, I wouldn't have made a mistake back then.