Chapter 416

No, it can't be the same.

An Xiaxia's face is still a little tender. Her facial features are not yet fully opened. She looks a little green and silly.

And the woman in the painting, already bright and beautiful, exudes the charm of the peerless beauty.

"Brother aze, I have brought the sobering soup..." Song Qingchen walked briskly. He saw a behind the scenes scene. The tray in his hand fell to the ground with a bang and the soup splashed everywhere.

Her face turned as white as paper for a moment.

I never thought that there would be a picture of her in Mr. Song's room

Sheng Yize, with sharp eyes, walked slowly.

At the bottom of the painting, there is a line of small characters.

To the wife of song Huan, a friend, in X years x months.

Mr. Song's name is song Huan.

Sheng Yize's fingers trembled and his face was shocked.

Is Xia Xia the daughter of Mr. Song?

As we all know, Mr. Song had only one daughter in his life. Because he was born in the early morning, he was named Qingchen. It was not only the homophony of the early morning, but also the meaning of "Qingcheng" in the "Qingcheng" of the "Qingguo" of the "Qingcheng". When he was young, he was separated.

Who is song Qingchen?

Behind him, song Qingchen smiled miserably, as if with a cry.

Sheng Yize turned around, his face was as cold as frost, and his voice was cold: "song and Song Dynasties, who are you?"

"No, you are not song song. Who are you?"

Song Qingchen timidly retreats, Sheng Yize approaches step by step, and forces her to the wall in a blink of an eye.

Song Qingchen's eyes were red, his hands were white as jade, and he stroked Sheng Yize's cheek.

"Why should we find out How nice of you not to find I'm leaving, brother aze. Would you forget? As if nothing had happened? "

Sheng Yize took hold of her wrist, forced the breath to spread, and whispered, "who are you?"

"Ah..." Song Qingchen smiled with tears. "I didn't want to do this. You forced me."

Sheng Yize frowned slightly, and suddenly felt dizzy in his brain. His eyes were enlarged and he fell backward.

Song Qingchen wiped his tears with his sleeve and called the servant to carry Sheng Yize to the room. He lied that he was drunk. Then he opened his lips and said, "daddy said that everyone has been working hard recently. After a week's holiday, we can pack up and go now."

The servants beamed and left.

Song Qingchen went back to the room, and looked at Sheng Yize's sleeping face deeply.

She took out a bottle from her bag, took out a white pill, hesitated, fed Sheng Yize, and then called Li Fanxing.

Li Fanxing's joking voice came: "Oh? You're not running away? "

Song Qingchen bit his teeth: "Li Fanxing, do you have to be so poisonous?"

"At the beginning, we worked together. I tried to persuade Mr. Song to play the play. You didn't fight for it. Now you blame me instead?" Li Fanxing is aggressive, but song Qingchen's cry suddenly comes from the receiver.

She cried heartbreaking, listening to Li Fanxing can not help frowning.

"What are you crying for?"

Song Qingchen tells today's story off and on. Li Fanxing's face changes greatly after listening: "what do you say? Mr. Song's wife as like as two peas Anne? You also put Sheng Yize down? "

"Yes, it's all the medicine you gave me." Song Qingchen replied that the first drug was the white pill. When she was in the wine, she could make people faint for a while, and her symptoms looked like drunk.