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

"Let's make it short." Song Mai said bluntly.

She has never been a soft persimmon that can be bullied by others. She has been kept in the dark for so many years. Now it is time to reveal the truth.

"I know you are anxious, but this matter is not something I can explain clearly by myself. I only know that there is another person helping Ji Fenghe, and the two of them worked together to change your identity." The woman sighed.

"Who is the other person?"

"It's the devil! It's the devil!" The woman grabbed her hair frantically and tore it angrily, as if she was possessed.

Song Mai frowned subconsciously. Could it be that the woman in front of him was a lunatic?

But the woman pointed to the photo on the table in front of her: "That's him!"

Song Mai held up the photo, which only showed a profile.

I can't see the man's identity clearly, but I know he is worth a lot of money.

If this person is the mastermind behind the incident, he will definitely find ways to prevent me from verifying my identity.

Now she is in the light and the other party is in the dark, so she can only wait for the other party to attack.

The woman was now in such a crazy state that she could no longer communicate with him normally. Song Mai could only turn around and leave with regret.

An An turned to look at the woman with some fear. Unexpectedly, the inadvertent eye contact made the woman say with joy: "This girl is an angel. She can save you."

An An cried in fear, and Song Mai picked her up and left without stopping.

The next day, Song Mai wanted to ask about his own affairs again. He returned to the hut along the same route as yesterday, only to see that it had been burned down.

The house had almost collapsed and many people were standing around it.

"Hello, what's wrong with this house?" Song Maina asked one of the men curiously.

The man looked her up and down and said with regret: "A fire suddenly broke out here and the owner of the house was burned to death. What a pity."

He had just seen the woman, and just a few hours later, she died.

It seemed like someone was always watching my movements here, so I had no privacy at all.

In comparison, it is safer in China.

She returned home and hurriedly helped An An pack her luggage.

The purpose of my trip was to attend the Fashion Week. Now that the Fashion Week has ended, there is no need for me to stay long.

She hurriedly called Shen Xiujing: "When will you return home?"

Shen Xiujing asked curiously: "What's wrong? What's the matter that makes you so anxious?"

"An An and I also want to return home."

Hearing this, Shen Xiujing smiled and sighed, and whispered: "I see, we'll leave on time in an hour, come find me now."

Regardless of any delay, Song Mai hurried to Shen Xiujing.

After confirming that the bodyguards were around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Xiujing looked at her panicked expression, and his expression became more serious: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"No, I'm just a little anxious."

This look was not something that could be explained away by mere anxiety. Shen Xiujing knew that she didn't want to tell him, so he didn't continue asking.

"Take a break, the plane is about to take off."

Song Mai nodded thoughtfully but said nothing.

Just when the plane was about to take off, Ji Fenghe's phone suddenly came.

He was panting and sounded very anxious: "Where have you been? I just came to the villa to look for you, but found that you were not there."

"I have something to do, so I have to take An An back home first. If you have anything to say, let's talk after I return home."

Ji Fenghe said in surprise: "You are returning home so soon, don't you plan to stay here for a while?"

"No."

Song Mai refused bluntly, and Ji Fenghe didn't know what to say.

He reminded thoughtfully: "Be careful on the road, and send me a message when you land."

Song Mai responded softly and hung up the phone.

Shen Xiujing joked, "Looking at you like this, you must have had an argument, right? You can always make up after an argument, why make things so awkward?"

"We are not husband and wife, nor are we lovers." Song Mai glanced at him indifferently.

"Then what is your relationship with Chu Yunxing, and what is your relationship with his dead wife?" Shen Xiujing's curiosity was aroused, and he asked curiously again and again.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all."

Song Mai rejected all of them and didn't want to hear any more questions about the matter.

Now she doesn’t know what the relationship between her and Chu Yunxing is.

What scared Song Mai the most was that from that moment on, she truly realized that her feelings for Chu Yunxing were not just that of a virtual couple.

At first, she thought she was Chu Yunxing's wife, so she had a good impression of him.

I always thought it was a subconscious instinctive reaction, but now it seems that is not the case.

She really liked Chu Yunxing and had a good impression of him, so when she saw a woman who looked similar to herself approaching him, she felt a little dissatisfied.

Her feelings were extremely complicated. She was afraid of both Chu Yunxing and Ji Fenghe.

We don't know who they are, but we know that they have brought dangerous information one after another.

She lowered her head and chuckled, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the plane landed soon. An An woke up when the plane landed.

Looking at the familiar scenes in China, she smiled happily: "Mom, we are back again."

"Yes, An An, do you like it here?"

An An nodded quickly: "I like it. I have my own good friends here."

Since the school was reorganized, the class relationship has become much more harmonious. An An is well-behaved and sensible, and immediately gained the love of many teachers. In addition, she has a cheerful personality, so naturally there is no need to worry about the problem of friends.

Looking at An An's happy face, Song Mai suddenly realized that no matter what he went through, as long as An An was happy, everything was worth it.

Shen Xiujing came to the nanny car prepared by her agent and turned to look at the mother and daughter.

"I'm really sorry, I have to attend an event now and can't take you with me."

Preventing paparazzi from taking unnecessary photos is something every artist has to do.

Song Mai understood him and waved: "Okay, go ahead."

"wheat."

Song Mai was stunned when he suddenly heard Chu Yunxing's voice. Then he shook his head in self-mockery.

"Why is he here? He should be overseas with his wife, loving and loving her."

Regardless of whether that girl is Song Mai or not, he cannot find the real Song Mai.

"wheat."

The voice was getting closer, and An An said happily: "Uncle Chu, why are you here to pick us up?"

Song Mai then turned his head doubtfully, and sure enough, he saw Chu Yunxing standing in front of him.