"I'm on vacation by the sea." Jiang Ci was lying on the bench and drinking red wine, leisurely.

"You sold the news from Song Lin to the media?"

"What?" Jiang Ciliyu sat up, "Can I do that kind of thing? What's the benefit of selling it to the media? I'm sorry I treat you as a brother, but you think of me like that."

"No one can do it except you!" Although it was not a big deal, Song Shaoyan did not want this news to be known to too many people.

"My friends, beg me, I didn't expect you to see me like that." Jiang Ci was very angry, "It's okay if you lose your temper with me on weekdays, I didn't expect you to be on guard against me, suspecting that I betray you, Song Shaoyan, you are so bored!"

Song Shaoyan frowned. Could it be that Jiang Ci did it?

Who spread the news to the media and who brought the media to the court?

"Jiang Ci, who else knows the court time except you and Zhang De?"

"It's gone."

"Think about it carefully!"

Jiang Ci was stunned, suddenly remembered something, and became panicked: "It's hard, is it..."

"who?"

"No...no..."

"Jiang Ci, if you hesitate, I will let someone cut your tongue!"

"Brother, are you finished?" Jiang Ci supported his forehead, "Jiang Shu."

"How could she know?"

"I accidentally let her go."

After saying that, Jiang Ci immediately hung up the phone and his hands were shaking guiltily.

His heart kept beating and his temples were pounding. He couldn't say... He drank too much a few days ago and was in a bad mood. He accidentally slept with Jiang Shu?

Later, he was really drunk. Jiang Shu pulled him to say something for a long time, and he also said it with her for a long time. As for what he said, he forgot everything himself.

The two of them didn't have much interaction, and the only intersection was that they both knew Song Shaoyan.

This time he went out for vacation, he was mostly shameless to face Jiang Shu and calm down. If he was uneasy, he would not be able to perform the operation.

Things are all wrong, one after another.

He shouldn't sleep with Jiang Shu, and he will never meet again.

Song Shaoyan didn't go to find out what was going on, and he didn't plan to ask any further. Ning An knew it, it was no big deal.

Song Shaoyan held the wheelchair and unbuttoned the shirt buttons on the collar, and his body was a little hot.

In November, Huacheng was already covered with frost. The north wind blew, the branches trembled in the wind, and the leaves danced like butterflies in the air.

Song Shaoyan's wheelchair slowly moved to the living room door, and from here you can see the scene outside.

It was late at night, a lonely bright moon hung in the air, the cold moonlight spread across the ground, the bamboo shadows slanted, and the air was filled with the breath of dust.

Song Shaoyan looked outside lonely and let the wind blow on him.

"Mr. Song, it's very windy outside, you put on a coat." Xiaoduo brought a suit jacket.

Song Shaoyan looked up lazily and saw that it was Xiaoduo, remembering some past events: "Can you make tomato and egg noodles?"

"Yes, yes!" Xiaoduo nodded repeatedly, "Sister Ning'an taught me."

“Go and make a bowl.”

"Okay, I'll go now."

Song Shaoyan did not stay outside and entered the villa.

He held his wheelchair and went to the room where Ning'an had slept. The room had not moved since Ning'an left, and the things were still placed as they were.

She didn't want any of the little things he bought for her and kept it in the drawer.

Song Shaoyan raised his hand to open the drawer.

There are perfume, lipstick, pendants, jewelry...
Chapter completed!