After the phone call with Yan Han, Song Xiang was lying alone on an unfamiliar bed, and her sleep quality was not good.
When she got up early, she went to the back garden, lay on a chair under the pavilion and squinted for a while.
I was waiting for the result in my heart, and I was counting the time with my fingers.
She kept her cell phone next to her. Whenever there was any movement, she picked it up and looked at it. She was disappointed when she saw that it was not Shuang Han.
At around eight o'clock, there was a message in the mailbox.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Han's phone call came.
Song Xiang sat up in excitement, slid her fingers across the page, and accidentally pressed hang up.
Looking at the page, she reacted and wanted to call back again, but saw the email reminder again.
After thinking for a moment, I opened the email first.
She had a premonition of what was inside, and when she opened it, the title was indeed - Paternity Test Report.
Yan Han only made one phone call, probably intentionally to give her a moment of reaction, and did not call again.
He bent over and sat on the chair, clutching his cell phone tightly, but didn't have the courage to scroll down.
"Ms. Song?" Someone was arranging flowers and plants passing by.
She raised her body with difficulty and greeted the other party with a stiff face.
He stood up holding on to the railing and walked back a little numbly.
On the way, her fingers casually swept across the page, and she stopped.
Looking up, the sun had already risen, making her eyes black.
Picked up the phone and glanced at the page.
My vision is unclear, but those two words are vaguely visible.
--support.
What's the meaning?
There was a buzz in her head, and she lost the ability to think for a moment. She looked around twice and saw that many gardeners passed by, but she was stunned and did not respond to greet her like before.
The phone started to ring, and she didn't see who was calling. She stood there with her mouth open, dazed and confused.
He staggered half a step and almost fell.
"Miss Song?"
Someone approached, she took a closer look, reacted for a moment, and recognized it was Rong Zhe.
Rong Zhe saw something wrong with her face and walked closer, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Song Xiangzheng just took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, and suddenly shed a tear.
I can't tell what the emotion is.
Rong Zhe was frightened by her reaction and quickly called someone, "Miss, speak!"
Song Xiang stared at him and shook his head, but was speechless.
He lowered his head and glanced at his phone.
Not sure whether she was clear or numb, she suddenly knocked away Rong Zhe and quickly ran towards the small building where Rong Boye lived.
Rong Zhe followed, not daring to stop her for fear that she would fall.
When he arrived at the door, Song Xiang didn't pay attention to the steps, and he fell down heavily.
A large piece of skin was scratched on my knee and my chin was knocked.
It's all blood.
Rong Zhe arrived and quickly called for help.
The doctor happened to be inside. When he came out and saw it, he was startled and started to scream again.
Everyone surrounded Song Xiang and wanted to apply medicine and bandage on her first, but Song Xiang broke away, endured the pain on her jaw, grabbed someone's hand and asked: "He...he...where is Mr. Rong?"
Rong Zhe's eyes flashed, and he probably guessed the situation.
"Sir, he is in the studio of the main house. I will take you there."
Song Xiang nodded with numb eyes and climbed up on the ground. Without Rong Zhe to lead her, she ignored the pain in her legs and ran to the main house next door.
She has many questions and needs to be asked clearly.
When she arrived at the main house, her legs hurt badly. She refused Rong Zhe's help and walked up by herself, leaning on the railing.
The studio was also on the third floor. She rushed up to the third floor and saw Rong Boye standing under the window.
The white curtains were blown up by the morning wind, and Rong Boye's people were blocked from sight.