Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

"Are you going to invite the old man directly to the house? Is this old man the master of the Song family, song Bo? You're not wrong Now this kind of posture is obviously the rhythm of kidnapping.

Wan Yi Shao's brow was locked, and his tone contained the man's endless disgust for him. "I met him when I was a child, and I will never forget his ugly face in my life."

Muziqin only knows a little about what happened in those years, and now he doesn't dare to speak rashly. He guesses that it may be the most painful memory. Muziqin silently grabs the man's hand and gives him the power of support.

Shao Yu smiles at Wan Yi, then continues to pay attention to the situation outside the window, "the reporter has surrounded."

Song Bo was caught unprepared by the rush of reporters. His face turned blue and purple, but he didn't let the reporters retreat. On the contrary, he became more and more fierce.

"Mr. Song, how do you feel about losing your eldest daughter on the same day 20 years ago and your youngest daughter today 20 years later?" Listening to the sound from the earphone, mu Ziqin almost laughed.

What do you think? Is it a pleasure?

Please don't make trouble!!!

It's funny to say that I lost my eldest daughter on the same day twenty years ago!

All of a sudden, mu Ziqin was stunned, and his slightly raised lip angle quickly flattened down. He slowly looked at Wan Yi Shao Yu, and the man was still a sullen look.

When song Xue died that year, Wan Yihao held a luxurious funeral for his wife, which caused a sensation in a country. The media from all walks of life also recorded Wan Yihao's sobbing appearance. Now, many people still sigh about song Xue's early death.

"Today is mother's death day?" Mu Ziqin asked softly.

"Yes." Wan Yi Shao's face softened slightly. What the reporter said was not arranged by him, and I don't know if song Qiao would meet them again on the day when his mother was buried.

Even after more than 20 years, it is possible.

Wan Yi Shao frowned tightly, no way. After a while, she must dig out the song bridge. She can't let her dirty the way her mother walked!

Mu Ziqin looked at the bodyguard who had already shot, and asked softly, "after the matter is solved, shall we go to worship our mother?"

"Good." If you want, you should go down.

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"Mr. Song, will the inheritance right of the Song family be affected?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Song, it is said that you have made a will. Now do you need to amend the inheritance of Miss Song er?"

"Mr. Song, a well-known scholar from the outside world once said that the Song family was engaged in some little-known and shocking scientific research in private. Is that true?"

"Mr. Song! Please answer it head on! "

"Mr. Song..."

One question after another made song Bo unable to resist. He pushed aside the microphone in front of him, and immediately another microphone came to his mouth, "housekeeper!" In a fit of rage, sonborton took a crutch.

The housekeeper closed his eyes slightly.

With the change of time, all activities stop suddenly, the wind stops whistling, the trees are still in the air in a swaying posture, the floating clouds in the sky give up swimming, and the raindrops stop in the air instantly.

Everything knows that's not reasonable.

Song Bo seems a little insipid, and slowly moves to the tombstone of Song Bridge step by step.

Struggling forward fans with ferocious posture delicate in one side, easy to push away everyone.