Song Yunyun turned around and saw that it was Shen Zhiqian, so he panicked and explained, "I was just guessing."
The reason why she spoke her thoughts just now was only because Jiang Yaojiang was by her side.
Who knew Shen Zhiqian would come!
Shen Zhiqian came to see them off, but unexpectedly, he heard Song Yunyun's words.
He didn't believe it was An Lu either, but now that he thought about Song Rujie, the possibility was extremely high.
Song Ruijie is young and impulsive, and it seems like he can do whatever Chen wants.
"Today is your wedding, you must be very busy, right? Why are you here?" Song Yunyun asked.
At the same time, he also deliberately changed the topic.
Shen Zhiqian said, "I'm here to see you off."
He hesitated for a moment and said to Song Yunyun, "Help me bring a message to An Lu."
"What words?" Song Yunyun asked.
"That's it..." Shen Zhiqian didn't finish his words, "Forget it."
It seems like there is no point in saying anything now.
He did live up to his relationship with An Lu.
When Song Yunyun came, the driver brought her here. Now she asked the driver to go back and took Jiang Yaojing's car.
"Yunyun." Shen Zhiqian stood in front of the car door, "I won't hold Song Rujie accountable this time, but next time, I won't be so easy to talk to. He can scold me, but Yunyun is innocent, and she shouldn't suffer such abuse.
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Song Yunyun explained again, "I said, I was just guessing."
"No one else would do such a thing except him." Shen Zhiqian determined that it was Song Rujie who did it.
Song Yunyun didn't like Shen Zhiqian being so arbitrary, "I understand."
After saying that, she raised the car window.
Shen Zhiqian noticed that Song Yunyun was a little unhappy, but he did not ask further questions.
The car drives away.
Jiang Yaojing asked her, "Are you unhappy?"
Song Yunyun shook his head, "No, I just don't like Shen Zhiqian's attitude. I just said it was Song Rujie, because I am with you. You know that I am just guessing and will not make substantive conclusions on what I said, but Shen Zhiqian even
I just jumped to a conclusion without any evidence, which I cannot accept."
"Yeah." Jiang Yaojing responded lightly.
Song Yunyun suddenly looked at him, "Are you going back with me?"
Jiang Yaojing's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but his dark eyes did not look at her, "I still have some things to deal with."
The subtext is, I won't go back with you.
Song Yunyun was deeply disappointed.
He still pretended to be calm and indifferent on his face.
"Well, I know you are busy with work."
She acted like I understood her very well.
Neither of them spoke after that.
The carriage was quiet.
Soon the car arrived at the residence.
Song Yunyun pushed the car door, and Jiang Yaojing suddenly grabbed her hand. Her hand was cold and there was a thin layer of sweat on her palm.
"about……"
He opened his mouth to say something about Lin Yuwan, but nothing came out.
Song Yunyun knew that he was hesitant to speak and said, "I know, I'll wait for you."
She turned back to him and raised a bright smile, then suddenly stepped forward and kissed him gently on the lips. When she left, she said in a hoarse voice, "I know you are heartbroken, and so am I."
After saying that, he got off the car without looking back.
She raised her head and strode towards the house.
Jiang Yaojing looked at her slender back, his black pupils getting darker and deeper.
Chen Yue glanced at Jiang Yaojing in the rearview mirror and said cautiously, "My sister-in-law feels very uncomfortable."
He was obviously pretending to be calm.
"Should we give her a chance to explain?"
Chen Yue felt that it could have been a good relationship because he obviously cared about the other person.
Now they have to torture each other.
Jiang Yaojing ignored his words and said, "Drive."
If she was wronged in this matter, she would have a chance to tell herself.
But she didn't give any explanation.
Do you want him to be stress-free and heartless with a woman who killed his mother?
residence.
Song Yunyun stood by the window, secretly raised the curtains, and peered into the car outside.