Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Song Yaoguang's face turned pale immediately, as if he had thought of something, he stared at Jiang Jingzhi with piercing eyes, as if trying to guess what he meant by what he said.

Jiang Jingzhi smiled warmly.

"Thank you Mr. Song for taking care of Qingzhu for so long, but I want to ask, Mr. Song, where did you find Qingzhu?"

Jiang Jingzhi stopped and stood in front of him. He was taller and Gao Song Yaoguang was half his head. The two looked at each other, and Song Yaoguang needed to look up at him.

For a moment, Song Yaoguang looked into his eyes, recalling the car accident and the blood on the ground in his mind.

He moved his Adam's apple with difficulty, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "A woman once entrusted Qingzhu to me for adoption."

Jiang Jingzhi's expression froze, his gentle eyes narrowed slightly, suppressing his emotions, and asked in a low voice, "Who is that woman?"

Song Yaoguang's eyes flustered for a moment, he licked his lips, and subconsciously said, "I don't know her, so she left the child to me and left."

"Really?" Jiang Jingzhi looked at him seriously, and easily caught the dodge of his eyes. Judging from his reaction, his mother's death is absolutely inseparable from him!But he will definitely investigate this matter carefully, he chuckled lightly and eased the tense atmosphere, "So that's the case, Mr. Song really has a kind heart, then Qingzhu and I will leave first."

Song Yaoguang seemed to have just recovered, and nodded quickly, "Mr. Jiang, go slowly, Mr. Jiang, go slowly."

Watching the two of them leave, Song Yaoguang wiped his forehead, only to find that there was thin sweat on his forehead. He sucked in the air with great gulps, and the image that appeared in his mind made his pupils shrink.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Zhang Wenxin saw that he hadn't come back for a long time, so she came out to look for him, but she saw him standing at the entrance of her yard, standing quietly, and didn't answer when asked.

Walking to his side, he was shocked to find that his face was pale, and bumped his arm.

Song Yaoguang was suddenly bumped, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took two steps back, shouting, "It's none of my business!"

Zhang Wenxin was startled, a little surprised by his reaction.

"What did that person tell you just now?"

What is it that scares him so much.

Song Yaoguang's eyes were flickering, his breathing was short of breath, and his expression was ugly.

Until she saw Zhang Wenxin in front of her, her face turned left and right for a while, and finally gathered together.

Song Yaoguang lowered his head and shook his head, touching his ears.

"fine."

After speaking, she was about to walk in, but her feet slipped, and Zhang Wenxin quickly put her arms around his waist.

"What's the matter with you? You're out of your mind." Zhang Wenxin babbled.

Song Yaoguang pushed her away, and walked towards the room in a nonchalant manner.

After meeting Jiang Jing, Song Yaoguang locked himself in the room, which made Song Shiyu suspicious.Thinking of the last time she confronted that mistress, didn't Song Yaoguang separate from that mistress?
Thinking of this, Song Shiyu became even more angry. How much respect she had for Song Yaoguang in the past, she now felt so much resentment.

A cheating man is not worthy of sympathy.

Song Shiyu quietly came to the door of Song Yaoguang's room, ready to chat with him about the mistress.However, as soon as the door touched the doorknob, there were chattering apologies from inside.

She listened closely, and it was a little blurry, but she could still hear the general meaning.

In the room, Song Yaoguang knelt on the ground and kowtowed until his forehead turned red, and he repented bitterly.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose, you bumped into it yourself, it's not me, it's not me..."

"Don't look for me, don't look for me..."

……

Song Shiyu frowned, what does this mean?Could it be that Song Yaoguang bumped into someone before?

Then that woman used this to blackmail him?

Song Shiyu rolled her eyes, and she quietly went downstairs.

Zhang Wenxin saw her daughter coming down from upstairs, putting on a mask, and asked, "What's wrong with your dad?"

Song Shiyu paused, "I don't know."

"Didn't you come out of your father's room?" Zhang Wenxin raised her little finger and carefully wiped the mask on her face. The seaweed mud mask made her skin white. "Where are you going so late?"

Seeing Song Shiyu going outside, Zhang Wenxin called her to stop in surprise.

"I asked you something, why don't you answer."

Song Shiyu calmed down, stopped, turned to look at her, "Someone is celebrating a birthday, go out."

"Huh? Then you come back early."

Song Shiyu nodded and left.

After getting in the car, Song Shiyu looked at the number in his hand, frowned, and was very troubled.

Finally she tapped the number.

Half an hour later, Song Shiyu came to an old house. Weeds were overgrown on both sides of the house, and the road was paved with cobblestones.It was very late now, and there was a cool wind in the air. There was only this house around, and it looked a bit shady.

An evil wind blew, and Song Shiyu couldn't help shivering.

When I was about to make a phone call, I didn't know when there was a person standing in front of me.

"coming."

Song Shiyu looked at the sound, took a breath, and ran towards him with big strides.

"Why is your house here?" Song Shiyu looked around cautiously, it was too gloomy and scary.

"Scared?" Albert teased with a chuckle.

"A little bit." Song Shiyu was afraid that he would feel timid, so she only said softly.

"Don't be afraid, there is no one else around here."

Soon, Albert turned around and led her into the old house. When the iron door was pushed open and there was a rustling sound, Song Shiyu felt goosebumps gradually appear on her skin.

Although the outside of the old house is gloomy, the inside is resplendent and resplendent, with retro European style, dim chandelier in the hall, double-entry staircase, there are few things in the huge old house, and it looks empty at first glance.

There is a sofa in the center, and a plate of fruit on the transparent coffee table.

However, Song Shiyu still felt that this place was very oppressive and gloomy, no different from the outside.But because of Albert's presence, she felt some comfort and relaxation in her heart.

"Sit down." Albert said simply, "I'll get you a cup of tea, what do you drink?"

"It will be all right."

"Cappuccino?"

"I don't drink coffee, I will lose weight at night." Song Shiyu replied in a low voice, "Boiled water is fine."

Albert heard the words, did not reply, and went to the back kitchen.

He entered a narrow corridor, which was dark and unlit, and soon he disappeared.Song Shiyu was the only one left in the huge old house. Song Shiyu's body was stiff, her shoulders were shortened, her legs were close together, her eyes were wandering, and suddenly she heard the sound of a window beating.

Song Shiyu looked over subconsciously. From her sight, she could see the windows of the corridor on the second floor being rattled by the wind, and there was a faint whimpering sound.She is stiff all over, what is this sound?
She wanted to go up to have a look, but suddenly someone behind her stopped her.