As soon as Song Qingyu got in the car, she called Gu Hanxing.
However, after calling for a long time, the call was not connected.
She checked her phone and found that there was only one number in the address book.
"This phone can only contact Song Yan?"
Song Qingyu asked the driver tentatively.
The driver explained: "Yes, this phone has a specially developed chip installed that can only contact designated numbers."
Song Qingyu: "..."
never mind.
She was about to board the ship anyway.
The boat goes directly to Kyoto Pier.
Once she arrived in Kyoto, she would naturally find a way to contact Gu Hanxing.
Song Qingyu was not in a hurry at this moment. She sat in the back seat and closed her eyes to rest.
The car swayed and soon arrived at the dock.
The driver said to Song Qingyu, "That's the boat. The young master has already made arrangements. Miss, you just need to board directly.
The ship will not depart until the evening, so you will stay in the room during the journey.
Food will be brought to you.
Don’t worry about anything else.”
"Okay, thank you." Song Qingyu got out of the car and headed towards the boat.
She came here from the ship.
Now we have to go back from the boat.
It can be said to have a beginning and an end.
I just don’t know what happened to Gu Hanxing during the time she was away.
What kind of expression will you have when you see her coming back?
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Song Qingyu's face.
It feels so good to be home.
…
After Qiao Lanxin returned from the Pan family's banquet, she rushed to Song Yan's villa angrily.
She was going to drug her son today!
Let him and Pan Xiaolian settle the matter right away.
Unexpectedly, it was ruined by Song Qingyu again.
When Qiao Lanxin thought of Song Qingyu, she wished she could bite her teeth to pieces.
Why is this bitch so annoying?
Why couldn't she just die?
Qiao Lanxin cursed all the way.
After entering the villa, it was obvious that the atmosphere in the villa was not right.
Very heavy.
"A Xiang? Is there someone dead in this villa? Why do you look so sad?" Qiao Lanxin asked with dissatisfaction when she saw A Xiang with a sad face.
"Miss Song is gone." Ah Xiang's eyes were red from crying.
Use a weak tone when speaking.
Qiao Lanxin instantly misunderstood Ah Xiang's meaning and clapped her hands, saying, "He's really dead! Hahaha, I didn't curse him to death! This is great! Once this evildoer dies, the world will be at peace."
"Madam, what are you talking about? Miss Song is not dead, she is gone!"
"If she's gone, isn't she dead?" Qiao Lanxin smiled even brighter. "If you ask me, her death is a happy one for everyone. My son won't have to argue with me over her anymore, and he can find a daughter-in-law who will satisfy me. It's a win-win situation. She died a good death, a good death!"
Ah Xiang was a little angry: "Madam, I told you, Miss Song is not dead, she just left the villa, left here, she is going back to her country!"
Qiao Lanxin finally came back to her senses from her great joy.
"She's not dead. Tsk, I was so happy for nothing. What did you say just now? She left and returned home? Could it be that my son sent her back? This is good too. My silly son finally came to his senses."
Ah Xiang had a headache: "Madam, what are you thinking about? It was Miss Song who insisted on leaving. She wants to go back. The person she likes is in Kyoto!"
When Qiao Lanxin heard this, she immediately became unhappy.
She pinched her chubby waist and said, "My son is so outstanding, and he likes her. Her ancestors must be so lucky that she doesn't like my son. Oh, is she sick?"
Ah Xiang: “…”
She reminded Qiao Lanxin: "Madam, don't you want the young master and Miss Song to be together? Miss Song doesn't like the young master, shouldn't you be happy? Why are you still unhappy?"
"How can that be the same?" Qiao Lanxin was so angry that she jumped up and down. "My son is so outstanding, but he is the only one who looks down on her. How can she look down on my son? Tell me, who does she like?"
Ah Xiang hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke out: "Do you know the third young master of the Gu family in Kyoto?"
Qiao Lanxin's expression changed suddenly.
The third young master of the Gu family in Kyoto.
Of course she knew.
When she was still in China, she often saw the third young master of the Gu family in various news reports.
He is truly a child of destiny.
At that time, she dreamed that her son could become someone like the third young master of the Gu family.
But later on, Gu Hanxing fell silent for some reason.
Never appeared in the news again.
"Tsk," Qiao Lanxin came back to her senses and said disdainfully, "She's into the Third Young Master of the Gu Family, and I'm into the President. What's the point of liking him? He has to like her too. I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Where's A Yan?"
Ah Xiang glanced upstairs.
After Miss Song left, the young master stayed in the lady's room.
Qiao Lanxin followed Ah Xiang's gaze, clicked her tongue, and went upstairs.
When she got upstairs and entered the room, she saw Song Yan sitting on the floor drinking.
She frowned immediately: "What's wrong with you, kid? Why are you drinking?"
Her children, she understood.
Never drinks.
It must be because of that bitch Song Qingyu!
This bitch, even after she left, they still couldn't be left in peace!
Qiao Lanxin cursed Song Qingyu again in her heart.
Song Yan ignored Qiao Lanxin, but picked up the bottle and drank another glass.
Qiao Lanxin stepped forward and snatched the bottle from Song Yan's hand: "Ayan, that's enough. You're willing to die for a woman. Are you worthy of all the years of my dedication? Are you worthy of your dead father?"
"Mom, give it to me!" Song Yan's eyes were red with wine and he snatched back the bottle.
He gulped it down his throat again.
The wine is bitter.
Song Yan's heart felt even more bitter.
He chased after him.
But how can a person catch up with a four-wheeled car?
Soon Song Yan could no longer see even the black spot.
At that moment he felt the pain of cramps and bones being torn apart.
After returning, he drank heavily.
It seems that only in this way can all the pain be eliminated.
But alcohol had no effect at all.
Instead, it made him more miserable.
He really wants to be free.
Seeing him like this, Qiao Lanxin hated Song Qingyu in her heart again.
As she was cursing, she suddenly stopped.
She looked at the drunk Song Yan.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She quickly took out the medicine that Mrs. Chen gave her, and while Song Yan wasn't paying attention, she poured all the powder into the wine.
Mrs. Chen said that after drinking this stuff, even a high-level monk would not be able to control himself.
She handed over the bottle.
"Since you want to drink so much, then drink as much as you can."
Song Yan took the bottle without any doubt.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Seeing that the plan was successful, Qiao Lanxin curled her lips and hurried out to call Mrs. Chen, asking Pan Xiaolian to come over quickly.
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