His sister is three years older than him.
About the same age as Song Qingyu.
Be nice to him.
But when my sister was ten years old, she suddenly disappeared.
It's like disappearing from the face of the earth.
Can't find it anymore.
Song Yan became a private investigator partly because he wanted to find his sister.
He collected his thoughts and replied to Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu was running the bath water. When she heard the noise, she picked up her cell phone.
[Please help me check this private hospital to find out when I had a kidney matching with a woman named Lin Qinxue, and what the matching results were.]
Song Yan: [Okay.]
Song Qingyu turned off the faucet, put her phone on the shelf, and soaked in the bathtub.
She dropped some rose essential oil into the water, and the essential oil released a fragrant scent in the air, slowly relaxing Song Qingyu's tense skin.
She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the rare quiet moment.
However.
I don't know how long it was before the bathroom door was violently kicked open.
Lu Yanzhi, reeking of alcohol, appeared at the door.
His collar was torn open, revealing his delicate collarbone. His cold facial features, nourished by the wine, lost their sharpness and instead looked a bit decadent.
A pair of bottomless eyes, like a black hole, stared deeply at Song Qingyu.
Before Song Qingyu could frown, a tall man walked in, and then a big hand grabbed the back of Song Qingyu's head.
The surging kiss seemed to hit like a heat wave.
Song Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and opened her mouth to bite Lu Yanzhi.
However, the man seemed to have known what she was going to do and held her chin with one hand.
She couldn't move and could only be forced to endure it.
The temperature in the bathroom gradually rose.
Song Qingyu's gaze moved down to the man's weakest point.
She closed her eyes and held on tightly.
"Hiss——" A painful groan spread throughout the room.
Lu Yanzhi let go of Song Qingyu, looking at her unfriendlyly, and was almost sober.
"Song Qingyu!"
Song Qingyu took the opportunity to wrap herself in a bath towel: "Serves you right!"
After saying that, he walked away.
Lu Yanzhi pressed his eyebrows, his eyes darkening a little.
He walked out of the bathroom and stared at Song Qingyu's back: "You agreed to marry in her place because your sister's marriage partner is Gu Hanxing, right?"
Song Qingyu paused in her search for clothes.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Although Gu Hanxing is disabled, he is the third young master of the Gu family after all. If you marry him, you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."
"So, you mean that I agreed to marry for money?" Song Qingyu turned around, staring at Lu Yanzhi with her beautiful, clear eyes.
Lu Yanzhi's thin lips moved.
That's not what he meant.
"You guessed it right," Song Qingyu said with a sweet smile, "I want to marry Gu Hanxing because he's rich and he's not a playboy."
A layer of frost instantly covered Lu Yanzhi's face: "Song Qingyu, you passed!"
Passed?
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Song Qingyu's lips.
Even after she made such a fuss, Lu Yanzhi still didn't know why she wanted to marry Gu Hanxing instead of Xu Jiaojiao.
After all, isn't it just indifference?
He wouldn't treat Lin Qinxue like this.
No matter how big or small the matter is.
Even Lin Qinxue’s daily recipes are saved in his mobile phone.
"Mr. Lu, I need to change my clothes. Could you please go out?" Song Qingyu smiled and suppressed the bitterness in her heart.
Under the bright light, her beautiful facial features look like a blooming flower.
Lu Yanzhi's heart stopped, and his clenched fists loosened and clenched again.
Finally, I let go.
"The wedding is coming up soon, and I don't want any scandal to spread. Don't meet Gu Hanxing again!"
Throwing down these words, Lu Yanzhi strode away.
Song Qingyu looked at Lu Yanzhi's back, and the smile on her face slowly faded.
What a double standard.
Song Qingyu changed her clothes and lay down on the bed.
She pulled out her phone and went about her usual bedtime routine.
When I clicked on it, I saw a message from Lin Qinxue.
[Hehe, you don't think this wedding dress will irritate me, do you? It seems you know nothing.]
"This wedding dress was designed for me by my brother Yanzhi. If it weren't for the sudden kidney problems five years ago that caused the wedding to be cancelled, you wouldn't even have had the chance to see it."
really.
This wedding dress was designed by Lu Yanzhi for Lin Qinxue.
After getting the answer, Song Qingyu sneered and replied: [It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm the one who will marry Lu Yanzhi in the end!]
After just one minute of waiting, Song Qingyu received a frantic reply.
[Song Qingyu!!! Don't be so proud! Brother Yanzhi married you purely out of compensatory reasons! He doesn't love you at all!]
Song Qingyu curled her lips, her eyes fell on the word "compensation", and her heart swelled.
He raised his hand, dialed the intercom, and called Aunt Xu.
"Miss Song, what can I do for you?"
"Call the bridal shop and ask them to take the dress away tomorrow."
Mother Xu was puzzled.
The wedding dress delivered today is so beautiful, Miss Song, are you still not satisfied?
"yes."
Seeing that Xu Ma was standing there, Song Qingyu said, "It's okay, you can go out now!"
Mother Xu walked out of the bedroom hesitantly.
the next day.
Song Qingyu didn't wait for the wedding shop staff, but instead received a call from Lu Yanzhi.
"The bridal shop called me and said you want to change your wedding dress?" Lu Yanzhi's voice was cold and without any warmth across the phone.
Song Qingyu was repairing a vase. Hearing this, she smiled slightly: "It's not that I need to change it, it's that I don't need a wedding dress. Because, I don't want to marry you at all!"
Lu Yanzhi's eyes froze, and he clenched his phone tightly: "Stop being unreasonable, the invitations have been sent out, this wedding must be held!
Also, the wedding dress has been decided, it’s the same one at home!”
After saying that, Lu Yanzhi hung up the phone.
Song Qingyu held the phone for a long time before she came to her senses. She sneered and returned the phone to Xu Ma.
Aunt Xu looked at Song Qingyu worriedly: "Miss Song..."
"I'm fine, you can go out first."
"yes."
Mother Xu stepped out and couldn't help but sigh as she closed the door.
In the past, Miss Song wanted to marry Mr. Lu very much. Now that the clouds have finally cleared and the moon is visible, why is Miss Song... unwilling to marry Mr. Lu?
After Xu Ma left, Song Qingyu's mood was not affected. She put all her energy into the vase. Looking at the broken vase being repaired bit by bit, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
They say a broken mirror cannot be mended, but that's because they haven't met a good restorer.
Song Qingyu was busy until the evening and was so hungry that she left the room and went to the restaurant.
When she passed the cloakroom, she immediately saw the white in the corner.
Song Qingyu paused, then turned around, went back to the small room, took a pair of scissors, and returned to the door of the room where the wedding dress was.
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