Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1545 Hidden Marriage Begins, Divorce Ends
Watching Ye Jiaqi leave from the mall, Josnian made a few more phone calls.

Soon, Josnian was sure that Ning An's plane had arrived in the capital at three o'clock last night.

It was three o'clock last night, and by this point, it had been almost ten hours.

Josnian frowned, and he ordered his subordinates to check the Song residence.

The answer he got was that Ning An did not return to the Song residence, and the major hotels did not have Ning An's check-in information.

A woman came to the capital alone for ten hours, and it was late at night, where would she go?

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the bright light fell on the glass window, reflecting the colorful luster.

Josnian closed his eyes slightly, and a place flashed through his mind.

He called Song Shaojun again: "I asked someone to check, and Ning An has indeed returned to the capital."

"Did you find her?"

"Not yet, I'm looking for it." Josnian said calmly, "Does she know about your brother?"

"I don't know very well. I've been hiding it from her. It's just that I was too tired when I went back to my New York residence a few days ago, so I put all the information on the table. It happened that An An came to deliver ribs soup to me. I'm not sure. Did she see those things?"

"It seems so, she probably knows about Shao Yan."

"I was negligent." Song Shaojun was a little annoyed and blamed himself.

Although when he woke up, those files were still there, but Ning An didn't necessarily miss seeing them.

Among those things was Song Shaoyan's death certificate.

"I see." Josnian probably understood.

The sun fell vertically, and it was noon at this time.

The sky is blue and the water is gurgling.

The branches swayed gently under the cold wind, and there was always an indescribable sadness in the open place.

When the wind blows, the remaining dew on the branches will fall from the tips and fall into the soil.

Northern Suburb Cemetery.

There is desolation everywhere, the sky is empty when you look up, and the endless dry grass is when you look down.

Looking out, there is only endless boundlessness.

In the depths of the woods, crows flew by from time to time, and the crow's chirping sound was even more mournful.

Ning An, who was wearing a long black coat, stood motionless in front of the tombstone. She had maintained this posture for a whole night.

Her face was extremely haggard, with dark circles around her eyes, as if she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time.

His eyes kept falling on the photo of the tombstone. The man in the photo was in his prime, but he was always fixed at his prime.

There is a black scarf around her neck, and when the wind blows, there is still an unstoppable chill.

Probably due to standing for a long time, her forehead hair was already wet with frost, and a thin layer stuck to her forehead.

However, Ning An's gaze never left the photo on the tombstone, his eyes were indescribably gloomy, and his face was pale.

This man used to be her husband.

Having shared the same bed and lived together, her shared memory with him seems to be more about disputes and quarrels.

He doesn't love her, she knows it.

The forced marriage was sloppy, the hidden marriage began, and the divorce ended. The marriage between them was as short as a flash in the pan.

Even in the capital, very few people knew that Song Shaoyan was married.

The sun shone on Ning An's face, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if there was a layer of crystal mist hanging on them.

The wind gently blew Ning An's long hair, and the soft hair floated up. She was like a sculpture, motionless.

After standing all night and morning, she seemed to be unconscious.

(End of this chapter)