Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 491 I was hurt by you, do you know?

Song Siqiao took a deep breath: "You won, goodbye!"

Turn around and leave after speaking.

It was only after she walked out of the school that she remembered an important question. Up to now, she still doesn't know where Si Yan lives.

It can be seen that she has a deep affection for Qu Zhe and is very dependent on him. If she is rash and tells her that Qu Zhe is dating another girl behind her back, she may not believe it.

So you can't tell her without enough evidence.

The best way is to let her find out for herself.

Yesterday, I heard from Qu Zhe that I met that girl at the old place during the day. Si Yan must not know about this, but what is this old place?
You can't call Si Yan directly and ask where your boyfriend usually likes to go?
Or should I ask her home address first, go and squat now, wait for Qu Zhe to come out, then follow her, and finally succeed in catching rape and catching both?
It would be fine if Si Yan was present, otherwise, I'm afraid she would be regarded as crazy, right?
After thinking about it, Song Siqiao still felt that her eyes were smeared. Sure enough, there was a price for Xu Nanyi who was so expensive to make up lessons for her. It is an eternal law that there is no such thing as something for nothing in this world.

While thinking about it, he wandered into the park near the school, sat on a bench at random, and at this moment a small figure suddenly jumped in front of him.

Song Siqiao felt a little familiar at a glance, but before she could remember who it was, she saw four or five young people running over from behind.

"Huh? Why did the little bastard disappear in the blink of an eye? Could it be that he burrowed into the ground?"

"Even if he knows how to burrow, he must be taken back today! Otherwise, the boss will vent his anger on us again."

"That's right! How many times has that little bastard eaten the overlord's meal? I don't believe we can't find him, so we will split up and find him even if we dig three feet into the ground today!"

A gleam flashed in Song Siqiao's eyes, seeing that they were about to part ways, she quickly stood up and shouted, "Wait a minute."

Several people turned their heads and saw that it was a girl, and they immediately looked puzzled.

Song Siqiao walked over unhurriedly: "Are you looking for a child?"

"Yes! Did you see that?"

"When I came from there just now, I saw him running towards the back door. I guess he has already run to the opposite street by now!"

"What! Hurry up and chase after him!" As soon as they heard this, several people ran forward with murderous intent.

Song Siqiao didn't lift her foot until they disappeared without a trace, and walked towards the flowers not far away, and opened it with her hands to see, as expected, it was the mixed-race boy who cheated on her at the auction not long ago .

He was squatting under the flowers at the moment, wolfing down two steamed buns in his hand, without noticing that anyone was coming.

Song Siqiao grabbed his ear: "Stinky boy! Do you still remember me?"

Hans looked up at her, his eyes shrank, but he still swallowed his food.

"Are you still in the mood to eat? Do you know that I've been hurt so badly by you?" Song Si patted him with her hand out of anger.

The small half of the bun in Hans' hand fell to the ground, covered with dust, he picked it up regardless and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Siqiao was surprised. How many days has this child not eaten?

Looking at the clothes on his body, they were in tatters and even exuded an unpleasant smell.

I remember that he seemed to have some secrets when he mentioned his parents last time, so it's no wonder he couldn't eat enough and couldn't wear warm clothes.

Song Siqiao stopped talking, and watched him quietly before asking, "Are you full?"

Hans raised his head and stared at her unblinkingly with his big black eyes.

After a moment he shook his head.

"Come with me." Song Siqiao turned around after speaking.

(End of this chapter)