Emperor Shao, Your Wife’s Vest Shocked the World

The man picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip, the steam hovering in the air, his face was covered with a layer of fog, looking at flowers in the fog, he is a A man is like a beauty and a flower across the clouds.

"He will come."

"My son has grown up, and he is becoming more and more rebellious." Mother Xia followed with the hot tea on the table.

"Mr. Song, I'm curious, how did you find me."

"I knew for a long time that you were abroad and have been monitoring your whereabouts. I knew it the first time you returned to Huaxia."

Song Ci said clearly: "Your son is sick in the hospital, and Young Master Xia has been taking care of him in the hospital during this period of time. I said, no wonder he couldn't be found."

"Why does Mr. Song want to see my son?" Mother Xia asked lightly, her drooping eyelashes covering the darkness in her eyes.

"He looks a bit like an old friend of mine. I think, seeing him may be like seeing my old friend." Song Ci's voice was nice.

Mother Xia could not help but follow his words: "Who is Mr. Song's old friend?"

Song Ci did not answer, but handed over a photo.

The people in the photo are about 18 or 19 years old. They are Xia Qinghan's age. Anyone who sees them will think they are similar.

Mother Xia met, not that they were similar, but that they were almost the same person. If Qinghan had long hair at this age, it might be the woman in the photo.

"Who is this?" she wondered.

Song Ci smiled, "My old friend."

She glanced at the person in the photo again.

There are people like this in the world.

Old?

Mother Xia didn't know what to think, so she said, "Is she dead?"

"Dead." Song Ci still said with a smile, "But I don't think she is dead."

Live in his heart.

Therefore, he can't let go, let it go, and can't accept it.

But reason tells him that she is dead, no matter if she can let it go, life must go on.

He couldn't die in love, couldn't accompany her.

Reality will not allow him to do so.

Even if I miss him very much, he can't do anything.

His pain, his sourness, can't be told, and no one understands.

He hopes she is not dead, but alive in a place he does not know.

He also had a glimmer of hope.

"Mr. Song, my son quarreled with me a few days ago. I'm not sure if he will come tomorrow." Mother Xia was not sure.

Song Ci calmly said, "I will wait for him here."

"Okay, Mr. Song." Mother Xia got up and said goodbye.

There are people in the world who look so similar to Xia Qinghan.

If she hadn't threw the child into the water without hesitation, she would have doubted whether the woman in the photo was the child.

However, she was able to keep her calm because she was sure that the child was no longer in the world, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

A person who looks alike.

Mother Xia finally glanced at Song Ci and left in a hurry.

So, she didn't know that Song Ci sneered at her back, and the cold expression rarely appeared on his warm face.

"There will be no such a person in the world, Qing Han is an orphan, and there is a person who looks like her... There must be a relationship between them."

"How is the investigation I told you to do?" he asked the special assistant.

When I returned to China again, I came back with Xia Yunshen in my arms."

"Xia Yunshen was not born in China." Song Ci's expression turned cold.

"Xia Yunshen was born on a small island, that island is very close to our Shaka, and it takes a few hours to get there by boat." The special assistant reported the situation one by one.

"Xia Yunshen has been in poor health since he was a child. He is often sick and needs to have blood drawn. I have obtained all his medical records over the years." The special assistant took out a document and said: "The above shows Xia Wenchao did a paternity test with him, and he is related to Xia Wenchao."

"There will be no such person in the world, no matter their demeanor, temperament, or even their eyes, they are like one person." Song Ci only said, "You can check it carefully, I'm not in a hurry to return to China. ."

"Mr. Song, there are several meetings in China that need your attendance in two days, and the cooperation case with government representatives is the most important." The special assistant reminded in a professional spirit.

Mr. Song should not waste so much time.

Even if you find it, it's useless.

Something cruel will hurt President Song's heart.

It is.

Xia Yingying died.

The truth is of no use to her.

"I'm not in a hurry to go back to China." Song Ci's beautiful eyes were stained with coldness, he squeezed the cup in his hand, and suddenly smashed it out.

Bang!

The teacup smashed into pieces!

The special assistant did not dare to say more, and silently collected the information on the table.

Song Ci looked out the window coldly.

Tomorrow.

He needs to see it tomorrow!

.

Xia Qinghan decided not to call Mother Xia in the future.

After calling her, she was in a low mood and thought of sad things.

Di Jiaze returned to her seat and saw that she was in a bad mood, so she couldn't help saying, "Who sent you a message just now."

Xia Qinghan: "Who called you just now."

Di Jiaze: "..."

He couldn't tell Xia Qinghan, he was calling people all over the world to find the heart.

Lest Xia Qinghan think that the heart was acquired by some improper means.

"If you don't want to answer, then forget it." Xia Qinghan took the initiative: "My mother contacted me just now."

"Oh?"

Di Jiaze said immediately, "That's right, I see your father today and see your mother tomorrow, so I'll finish meeting the parents."

"Be serious." Xia Qinghan didn't have the heart to joke with him.

Di Jiaze is very serious, "You just don't want me to see my parents, I'm shameful."

Xia Qinghan: "..."

She was helpless, reached out and patted his clothes, and patted the snowflakes away from him, "Your nose is frozen red after you've been on the phone for so long."

"Don't change the subject." Di Jiaze took the opportunity to grab her hand.

Xia Qinghan frowned, just about to refuse.

Di Jiaze: "My hands are freezing from the cold, so keep me warm."

Xia Qinghan warmed him for a minute, but Di Jiaze still didn't let go, "It would be great if you could put it in my clothes."

Xia Qinghan: "..."

He rudely pulled his hand back and scolded: "Rogue!"

"Dirty!"

Di Jiaze: "..."

The little prince's mobile phone pendant.

Xia Qinghan's eyes lit up.