Rong Boye only had a pencil in his hand. When he saw the injury on Song Xiang's leg, he immediately put down the pencil.
As he slowly approached, he discovered that there were wet tears on Song Xiang's face.
My heart was shocked, she probably got the result.
Song Xiang stared at him and opened his mouth, but still no sound came out.
Rong Boye didn't say anything, he just told Rong Zhe to get the medicine.
Rongzhe understood and left to get the medicine.
Rong Boye took Song Xiang to sit down beside him and inspected her wounds personally.
"Why are you so careless, girl, aren't you afraid of leaving scars?"
Song Xiang looked at him and squeezed out a voice from deep in her throat, "You have had a daughter, right?"
"Um."
"Then where is she?"
Rong Boye was silent.
"Is he dead?" Song Xiang asked again.
Rong Boye put one hand on his knees and remained silent as before.
"Where is it buried?" Song Xiang asked next, a bit aggressively.
Rong Boye raised his head and looked at her quietly.
"I accidentally...lost her."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, thought of the dark suspicion, and asked bluntly: "Didn't you abandon her because of her poor health?"
Rong Boye paused and took a deep breath, "With the Rong family's financial resources, they won't be able to raise a child."
Yes, yes, impossible.
Song Xiang lowered his head, and all the strength in his body was drained away in an instant. The strength on his muscles and bones was heavily relieved, and his shoulders drooped.
Just then, a voice came from downstairs. It was Rong Zhe who had returned with medicine.
He put down the medicine, said nothing, and left again.
Rong Boye squatted in front of Song Xiang and personally applied medicine to her.
Song Xiang's thoughts slowly returned and she felt pain, but she gritted her teeth and did not move her legs back.
For the past few days, I had been just conjecturing and felt that my thoughts were absurd and wishful thinking.
When I suddenly saw those two words, I felt they were unreal.
She picked up her phone and opened the email again and took a look.
A clear scan, with a few large characters at the bottom.
——Support parent-child relationship.
Suddenly I thought, maybe there was a mistake, or Yan Han had made a mistake to make her happy, or maybe the sample was wrong.
After a series of random thoughts, his gaze fell on Rong Boye's face.
The usually taciturn and indifferent person was holding a cotton swab and carefully applying the medicine on her knee.
The tip of Song Xiang's nose felt sore. She held the phone on her chest and didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang.
She was dumbfounded and didn't answer until Rong Boye looked up at her.
"Take it, otherwise, he should be here in less than twenty minutes."
Song Xiang came to his senses, lowered his head, quickly pressed the answer button, and specifically turned down the volume.
"Song Xiang!" Yan Han's anxious voice came over.
Song Xiang remembered that he had made several calls just now, but she didn't seem to answer them.
"I'm fine."
Her voice was so dry and hoarse that she didn't seem to be doing anything.
Yan Han calmed down and asked her: "Do you want me to see you?"
At this time, I really don't trust her alone.
Song Xiang held the phone and wanted to cry inexplicably. When she met Rong Boye's gaze, she forced her tears back.
"No, I...I can do it alone."
"Are you alone now?" Yan Han asked back.
Song Xiang glanced at Rong Boye and replied: "No."
No need to explain who you are with.
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief and said forcefully: "If you have anything to do with me, don't cry."
Rong Boye didn't hear anything else, but he heard his last slightly louder "Don't cry" and couldn't help but frown.