Before Nan Qing fell ill, every painting was signed with a date. After she fell ill, there was no time left on the paintings.
Song Xiang noticed these details, his breathing became cautious, and his chest felt uncomfortable.
The person in the painting is walking forward with heavy steps. The person in the painting has become a mother, with a swollen belly. Although she is thin, she has a calm and gentle temperament.
He must be the person who loves her most in the world, to be able to draw out her beauty at such a time.
The painting has come to an end.
Song Xiang closed his eyes, suppressed the discomfort, and squatted down in the last corner.
She didn't forget that when she passed by this place in the morning, there was a painting that looked like her.
Find that one and approach it with a lamp.
The bright light shines on the painting, and the characters in it are clear and three-dimensional.
Song Xiang froze, motionless.
Sure enough it was her.
She was so shocked that she inadvertently released her strength from her hand, and the lamp slowly slid down. The bottom of the bulb was hot, and it came into contact with her vagina. She was so stimulated that she subconsciously dropped the lamp.
Bang!
The lamp exploded to the ground.
Song Xiang exclaimed and quickly backed away.
"who!"
The servant in the nanny's room downstairs heard the noise and came out and shouted.
Song Xiang calmed down and quickly replied: "Sorry, I broke the lamp."
"Ms. Song, do you need help?"
"No, you can rest."
"OK."
After dismissing the servant, Song Xiang wanted to lean against the wall, but fearing that she would press the frame of the picture, she subconsciously straightened her body again.
Looking at the debris at her feet, she thought she might as well find something to sweep it away.
Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at the person standing under the window not far away.
The moonlight shone on him with sparkling light, and the shadow greedily occupied half of his face, with an unclear expression.
Through the layers of hazy silver light, Song Xiang squinted his eyes and traced his figure.
"Mr. Rong."
The person opposite said nothing and slowly approached.
Song Xiang was worried that he would step on the debris and quickly stopped him, "Don't move! There are shards of glass on the ground."
As expected, Rong Boye stopped.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran out of the corridor, grabbed a broom on the first floor, and ran all the way upstairs.
Without turning on the light, she could only scan briefly.
It was inevitable that Rong Boye would come over, so she walked over by herself.
"Why haven't you gone to bed yet?" Rong Boye asked her with a confused look on his coat.
Song Xiang stood one step away from him, looking at him steadily.
She wanted to ask him why there was her on the wall.
Why did he have to save her several times, why did he give her the necklace, why...she felt a little sad.
"I……"
Open your mouth slightly, and the sound of swallowing comes out.
Standing face to face, Song Xiang was still a child. He raised his hand to wipe his tears, full of childishness.
"Want to have a midnight snack?" Rong Boye suddenly asked her.
Song Xiang was confused: "Ah?"
"Follow me."
"oh……"
Song Xiang did not hesitate and followed his footsteps.
Go out of the small building and into the garden. Following the dim light, you arrive at the kitchen with the red roof.
When I opened the old door, there was no one inside.
All the equipment is old and simple, unlike the Yan family, where the kitchen looks like a production line.
Rong Boye asked Song Xiang to sit down in front of the fireplace in the restaurant, and then went to get the food himself.
When Song Xiang just looked at those paintings, his heart was filled with shock and surprise, and his gaze remained on Rong Boye all the time.
She wanted to...
If this person is a father, that would be the happiest thing in the world.
Just as he was thinking about it, Rong Boye had already walked over carrying food.
Two silver plates, one with baked potatoes and the other with bacon.