Qin Songyao turned around and bowed to a few people, "Thank you uncles for remembering my parents' memorial day. I have troubled you all these days."
She was wearing a black dress, her face was pale, but she was still decent and generous.
The guests attending the ceremony comforted her and left one by one.
She just took out her mobile phone, but instead of seeing the phone, she first saw a piece of entertainment news that had just been pushed.
#江耀 and her mysterious boyfriend traveled to the Berlin Film Festival#
Qin Songyao recognized the man's back in the photo at a glance. It was her husband, Bo Siyan.
Comparing the time of media exposure, it was exactly three days ago.
She wanted to ask him to come with her to clean up her parents, but she couldn't even get through the phone. It turned out that he was busy going to the film festival with her childhood sweetheart.
Feeling a little numb, she breathed a sigh of relief and called Bao Siyan expressionlessly.
After two calls, he answered the phone and said calmly: "Is something wrong?"
"Where are you?"
Probably because he didn't like her tone of voice, which sounded like she was checking the post, he said in a slightly unhappy tone, "In the company."
Qin Songyao twitched his lips, "Are you in the company? I thought you were in Berlin."
The man didn't have the patience to listen to her weird words, "If it's nothing serious, don't call me."
Qin Songyao closed his eyes, "Okay, I won't do it again."
Before he hung up the phone, she asked again: "Are you going home tonight?"
"I'll talk about it when I have time."
He just said a casual word and hung up the phone without even saying hello.
Qin Songyao looked at the page on his mobile phone and felt it was ironic. There was really no other couple who could do this.
Her friend Zhen Wenwen came to pick her up and couldn't help complaining: "You have really bad taste. What did you choose!"
Qin Songyao took off her high heels, leaned against the passenger seat, pressed her slender fingers on her temples, and was still able to entertain herself and joke, "You must be so lustful, isn't this your retribution?"
Zhen Wenrou murmured: "You can still laugh."
When the car arrived at Bo's mansion, it was inconvenient for her to go in and she could only tell her, "Call me if you need anything."
"good."
Qin Songyao agreed and returned to the house. The two servants were whispering. When they saw her coming back, they quickly dispersed.
Qin Songyao didn't take it seriously and went upstairs to rest tiredly. He woke up in a daze and heard the conversation when he went downstairs to drink water.
"My wife is so pitiful. Her husband already has children outside, and she doesn't know yet."
"Hey, it's not easy to be a wife of a wealthy family."
Qin Songyao stood on the stairs, his face turned pale, and his heart, which was already calm, was instantly grasped by a hand.
She said coldly: "What did you say?"
The servant heard the sound and turned around to see it was her. He was so frightened that he stammered to cover it up.
Qin Songyao remembered that these two servants were transferred from the old house and they should know more about what happened in the old house than she did.
She walked downstairs slowly and said calmly: "Speak clearly, I won't embarrass you."
The servant looked at each other and wanted to talk to her, but seeing that her face was not as gentle as usual, she had to hesitate and tell the truth.
"The young master took Miss Jiang back to his old house two days ago, and he also brought a child with him. We, we heard from our colleagues at the old house that the young master, no, that child's name is Bo Chunian..."
Qin Songyao clenched his hands tightly, his emotions welling up. Coupled with the days of hard work, he only felt a splitting headache.
The servant knew that he had caused a big trouble, so he tried to make amends: "Madam, the old lady has already lost her temper and does not allow the child to enter the house. Don't worry about it."
Don't care?
How could you not care.
She endured the discomfort and asked numbly: "How old is the child?"
"More than two years old..."
More than two years old, that is, not long after she and Bo Siyan got married, the child existed!
Qin Songyao thought that his heart was already cold enough, but when he suddenly heard this, he still felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
In the marriage between Bo and Qin, of the three daughters of the Qin family, only her parents are dead and the most worthless. No one can tell that she was just lucky enough to marry into the Bo family.
She herself is happy, but she is happy only because her dream has come true and she can finally spend a long time with the person she loves.
Unexpectedly, the dream turned into a nightmare.
He already had someone he liked, so he married her just because of expediency, just for the sake of profit.
Now that he has the power, he is ready to take back his true love and children.
Then what are her three years?
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When Bo Siyan came back, there were only two servants in the living room, and a table of vegetarian dishes had been on the dining table for who knows how long.
He glanced at the lifeless living room, his eyes were deep, his handsome face showed an inhuman alienation and indifference, and he was wearing a black suit, which was full of oppression.
The servant came forward: "Would you like to ask your wife to come down?"
The man untied his cufflinks slowly and said calmly: "Ask her to pack my business trip box."
"OK."
The servant went up and came down after a long time. He was a little embarrassed and said, "My wife is feeling a little unwell, so I can't help you pack the box."
Bao Siyan threw down his cufflinks and went upstairs in person.
The bedroom door was open, so he pushed it open and found that the curtains were tightly drawn, the main light was not turned on, only a lamp near the bedside was on, and the room was filled with a light fragrance.
He stood next to the bed and was about to turn on the light when there was movement behind him. Then, a pair of well-maintained jade arms wrapped around his waist, and he paused.
It had been two months since he had been intimate. She had no clothes on, and her proud curves could be clearly felt through the thin shirt on her back. The woman pressed her face against his back, and then her hands began to unbutton his buttons.
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Bao Siyan's breathing was a little heavy. With a frown, he grabbed the woman's wrist, pulled her in front of him, and leaned over the bed.