Chapter 925: No matter how absurd it is, it's true
John's House
Yan Lihan settled down temporarily, but he didn't have a moment of rest. He integrated all the information Yan Bai recently investigated overnight.
In fact, just an hour ago, Yan Bai had already reported the conclusion to him, but he was worried and had to read it again by himself.
Nanqing, Linhai City, died of organ failure and gave birth to a premature woman and died on the spot.
He held his hands together, his face was serious, his brow frowned slightly, and pressed his forehead against the back of his hand.
Looking back on the many battles, Rong Boye's attitude towards Song Xiang all pointed to that incredible conjecture.
——Mr. Yan, I advise you to stay at the forefront of your life.
Xiang Shuyi's voice flashed.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his head aches. He was not worried about offending Rong Boye, but was suspicious.
If Rong Boye had already been sure why he didn't recognize each other, and who was the two assassinations?
Just as he was thinking, Yan Song knocked on the door and came in.
"Young Master, your plane will land in about six hours."
Yan Lihan frowned, and when he thought of the relationship between Yan Zhicheng and Rong Boye, he was very upset.
When I turned on my phone, Song Xiang's face popped up on the screen.
He wanted to call her, but at this time, she might not know the truth. She couldn't accept Xu Shuyan's mother at the time, but now she can bear the sudden appearance of her identity?
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Kate Manor
Song Xiang combed Rong Boye's hair, and every stroke was very light, and he paid special attention to finding white hair.
"Your hair is so good," she whispered.
Rong Boye turned his face and said, "It's dyed."
Song Xiang was surprised, and he didn't expect that he would care so much about his appearance.
Rong Boye sat quietly and said, "If her hair turns white, she will not recognize me."
Song Xiang's throat suffocated, tears almost immediately emanated from his eyes, and his chest was so depressed that it was about to explode.
My fingertips trembled slightly, and I held back my emotions before clenching the comb.
I looked up slightly and saw the wedding photos above, and the sound was stuck in my throat and it couldn't come out.
Whether that idea was true or not, she regretted it.
It's a little bit, it's really a little bit. They are the happiest people in the world.
“Colored.”
She withdrew her hand and stood quietly behind her.
Rong Boye nodded, stood up, and glanced at her, "It's getting late, good night."
Song Xiang immediately responded: "Don't worry."
After she finished speaking, Rong Boye looked up at the photos on the wall and was silent for a moment.
Song Xiang immediately guessed that he was saying good night to Nanqing.
When Rong Boye turned around, she stood still steadily, looking down at her hands, empty.
Forgot, I should take my hair.
A little annoyed and a little sad.
Lift the comb, and after the faint light, a little black silk was wrapped around the comb.
It's hair.
She was delighted and quickly took off her hair.
Put it in his arms, turned around and met the smiling face of the person in the photo.
She put her hands on her chest and said in her heart - Good night.
Back in the room, An Xuyue slept soundly.
She went around to the other side and lay down quietly.
I can't sleep, close my eyes, and it's all painted on the corridor.
Time passed by minute by minute, and she still opened her eyes and walked out of the room quietly.
Step by step to the corridor and face the paintings on the wall.
Without thinking too much, I sat down on the spot.
Holding your legs tightly with both hands, just looking up.
There was not a single person around, and there was darkness on both sides, but she didn't feel scared.
There was a clock in the hall, and from one o'clock to five o'clock, there was light around her gradually, and she gradually lowered her head.