Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4390 The years are always ruthless (12)

The other end obviously didn't expect Jiang Ci to ask such a straightforward question. Did he know something?

Song Shaoyan was silent for a long time: "Why did you suddenly ask her? Didn't you break up for a long time?"

"Song Shaoyan, do you know everything?"

"What do you think I know?"

"You're hiding it from me...you're all hiding it from me." Jiang Ci lost control of his emotions, "Where is Jiang Shu? Tell me."

"She...goes to her place, she will be very happy..." Song Shaoyan's throat was blocked, and he was a little speechless, as if he was deceiving Jiang Ci and himself.

"Song Shaoyan, I want to see you."

After speaking, Jiang Ci hung up the phone.

He doesn't want to listen to these vague words, he wants the truth.

He didn't know anything... He didn't even know when Jiang Shu's accident happened, what happened to her?
Jiang Ci went back to the airport.

He flew to the capital.

Song Shaoyan in the president's office rubbed his eyebrows and put down his phone.

Does Jiang Ci know?How much did he know?
Song Shaoyan didn't expect him to know these things so quickly. If he was married to Yao Man, that would be fine. Jiang Ci would definitely be responsible for Yao Man, but they were not married yet.

Song Shaoyan didn't know how much Jiang Shu held in Jiang Ci's heart, and he didn't know the relationship between them, but judging from Jiang Shu's diary, she seemed to love Jiang Ci very much.

With a long sigh, Song Shaoyan got up and made a cup of coffee.

Come on, since he already knows.

……

Song Shaoyan is a person who is stable in the big scene, and he will definitely be able to handle Jiang Ci's matter well.

It was night when Jiang Ci arrived at the Song Group, seven or eight o'clock.

The brightly lit capital city is bustling and bustling, and the lights are feasting. Song Shaoyan stood in front of the large French window against the light, with his hands in his trousers pockets, calm and calm, and the office lights softly hit his face.

He stood in front of the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows for a long time, with his thin lips pursed, and a lonely and detached look hidden at the end of his eyes.

The light stretched Song Shaoyan's shadow very long.

There was a knock on the office door.

Zhang De brought Jiang Ci over.

It wasn't until the office door slowly closed again that Song Shaoyan turned around to face Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci's complexion was very bad, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he pressed his hands on the desk to support his tired body: "Song Shaoyan, tell me, what happened to Jiang Shu? Where is she? You all know Right? Song Shaoyan!"

The four eyes met, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped a little.

"Yes, I know everything." Song Shaoyan said bluntly, "I don't know how many rumors you have heard, but almost all I know is what you have heard."

"Impossible, Song Shaoyan, you lied to me too? What happened to Jiang Shu's serious injury? Who bullied her? Why didn't you tell me all this time?"

"It's impossible for me to know what she wants to hide." Song Shaoyan walked over, walking steadily, "Jiang Ci, let me show you something."

For the first time, Song Shaoyan felt that words were so feeble.

He didn't know how to explain it.

How would he tell Jiang Ci that Jiang Shu is neither the proprietress of the club nor a romantic woman, she is a just policeman who has been undercover for many years and bears heavy responsibilities.

Song Shaoyan opened the drawer, and slowly took out an old photo in the drawer with his slender fingers.

He pointed to the girl in the front with a bright smile and showed Jiang Ci: "This is Jiang Shu, when she was a teenager."

(End of this chapter)