After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

After the show ended, Song Mai subconsciously turned his head and looked at Chu Yunxing.

There was some hesitation in his eyes, as if he was trying to make a decision.

Song Mai knew what he was thinking and smiled nonchalantly: "If you have other things to deal with, An An and I will go back first."

Chu Yunxing nodded gently, and after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but stop them: "I'll take you back together."

Song Mai shook his head: "No, I know you want to find that girl just now."

Ji Fenghe came over at this time, pretending not to understand anything, and asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay." Song Mai didn't want too many people to know about this.

The girl's identity is currently unknown, and her own identity is also unclear.

The more people involved, the more difficult it becomes to handle.

Song Mai looked down at the clothes on her body and said with a smile: "Thank you for the clothes."

Chu Yunxing only felt a pain in his heart.

When Song Mai turned around, her hair gently floated over her shoulders. The familiar fragrance flowed into Chu Yunxing's heart as always. He subconsciously raised his hand, but he didn't know how to keep it.

He turned his head and looked at the girl not far away, a hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.

The girl waved gently at him, and the curve of the smile on her face was exactly the same as Song Mai's in the past.

The girl in the distance looks much more like Song Mai than the designer who just passed by.

Song Mai brought An An to the door, but suddenly found that he didn't have a car.

"Let me take you home." Ji Fenghe's voice came from behind, and he spoke with a helpless smile.

There was no better way at the moment, so Song Mai could only nod in agreement reluctantly.

Sitting in the car on the way home, Song Mai turned and looked out the window.

An An beside him had already fallen asleep, holding his hand tightly.

"Who am I?" Song Mai asked without warning.

When Ji Fenghe heard this, he braked subconsciously. The car braked slightly and then returned to normal speed.

"You are you, Bai Waner, a talented designer." Ji Fenghe said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Song Mai shook his head gently: "You know what question I want to ask."

The smile on Ji Feng and his face slowly disappeared.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking these questions? Did Chu Yunxing mislead you?" He did not explain directly. The more he hesitated, the more likely people would become suspicious.

"Feng He, we have known each other for six years. I was lying on the hospital bed, and the first thing I saw when I woke up was you. In the next five years, you accompanied me with every word and were never absent." Song Mai's voice trembled slightly.

She could no longer control her emotions.

I finally accepted my other identity, but suddenly I realized that the other identity did not belong to me.

She was like a helpless speck of dust in the vast universe, unable to find her home and unable to land successfully.

This feeling was not comfortable, and Song Mai sighed tiredly.

Things always change again and again, and now I have become a person without an identity.

She didn't want to live in confusion, nor did she want An An to be a homeless child.

"I have liked you for many years. I watched you get married and happily announced your pregnancy to me." Ji Feng spoke in a dull voice.

"But one day, I suddenly learned that you had been in a car accident. That man was not good to you and often beat and scolded you. This opportunity is very precious to both you and me. As long as you die, that man will not bully you anymore." Ji Fenghe said with a smile.

He shook his head in self-mockery and said bitterly: "But I know you won't agree with me doing this. That man is your favorite and closest person to you."

"So I hid the news that you were still alive and announced to the public that you had died in a car accident." Ji Fenghe looked at Song Mai through the rearview mirror.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Song Mai's eyes.

She thought Ji Fenghe would tell her about her life story, but she didn't expect it to be just a simple narration.

I guess he has some concerns and is unwilling to tell me everything.

"I just need to know one thing, am I Song Mai or Bai Wan'er?"

Ji Fenghe's eyes were serious and he said without any hesitation: "You are Bai Wan'er."

Song Mai did not continue to speak.

There will definitely be no problem with DNA identification. The most important thing at the moment is to find out who is involved in the decision-making.

The person who planned this behind the scenes would never have a simple purpose.

The car slowly stopped, Song Mai took An An out and watched Ji Fenghe leave.

Then he remembered the address the woman had given him, squatted down and looked at An An: "Wait for mom to come back home, okay?"

An An shook her head: "I want to be with my mother."

"Are you still scared when you're alone at home?" Song Mai asked curiously.

"I always feel that this is no longer the home of Mom and An An."

This made Song Mai at a loss for how to respond for a moment, and she sighed helplessly.

It turns out that I am not the only one who feels this way. Since the moment I stepped into Nandu, this place is no longer my home.

The strong sense of belonging that Nandu gave her was not groundless.

There were so many familiar scenes there that fragments of them often flashed through her mind.

It’s just that these fragmented pieces cannot be captured, so the memory can never be restored.

Thinking of this, she looked at An An again: "Mom will take you out."

The place the woman gave was not easy to find, and Song Mai took a long time to get here.

She knocked on the door gently, but no one answered.

I didn't expect that the door would open just by pushing it carelessly.

She walked in carefully with An An and found that it was just an ordinary small house.

The woman was staring at her cell phone at the moment, and when she looked up and saw Song Mai coming, she didn't show any surprise.

"I knew you would come." The woman said with a smile.

"I just have one question, do you know who I am?"

Song Mai's words were not just a simple inquiry; she placed all her hopes on the woman.

Since she claimed to be her midwife, it meant she must know something about what happened back then.

"I know, you are Song Mai."

These seven short words left Song Mai speechless with surprise.

If I am Song Mai, who is that girl who looks exactly like me?

"Your name was changed to Bai Wan'er because Master Ji doesn't want you to think about what happened before." The woman smiled and slowly came to Song Mai.

After making sure that no one was following him, he closed the door with confidence.

"But why did he do this?" This is the question that Song Mai is most concerned about.

No one would be so bored as to suddenly have the idea of ​​changing someone else's identity unless there is some other purpose.

"It's a long story."