Seeing Ye Jiaqi leave the mall, Qiao Sinian made a few more phone calls to go out. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Soon, Qiao Sinian determined that Ning An's plane had arrived in the capital at three o'clock last night.

At three o'clock last night, it was almost ten hours by this point.

Qiao Sinian frowned, and he ordered his subordinates to check the Song Mansion.

The answer I got was that Ning'an did not return to the Song Mansion, and the major hotels did not have Ning'an's check-in information.

Where will a woman go when she comes to the capital alone for ten hours, and it is late at night?

At this time, the sun is shining outside the window, and the bright light falls on the glass window, reflecting the colorful color.

Josnian closed his eyes slightly, and a location flashed through his mind.

He called Song Shaojun back again: "I asked people to check, and Ning An did go back to the capital." ”

"Did you find her?"

"Not yet, I'm looking." Qiao Sinian said calmly, "Does she know about your brother?" ”

"I don't know, I've been hiding it from her, it's just that I was so tired when I went back to my New York residence the other day that I put all the documents on the table. It just so happened that An An came to bring me pork rib soup, and I'm not sure if she saw any of them. ”

"It seems that she is, she probably knows about Shao Yan."

"It was my negligence." Song Shaojun was a little annoyed and blamed himself.

Although when he woke up, those materials were left untouched, but Ning An didn't necessarily see it.

There was Song Shaoyan's death certificate in those things.

"I see." Josnian probably already understood.

The sun was setting vertically, and it was noon.

The sky is blue and the water is murmuring.

The branches of the trees swayed gently in the cold wind, and there was always an indescribable desolation in the open place.

As soon as the wind blows, the remaining dew on the branches will fall from the tips and fall into the soil.

Northern suburbs cemetery.

Everywhere is barren, looking up at the empty sky, looking down at the endless withered grass.

Looking out, there is only the endless expanse.

In the depths of the woods, crows flew by from time to time, and the crows' chirpings were even more poignant.

Ning An, dressed in a long black coat, stood motionless in front of the tombstone, she had maintained this position all night.

Her face was extremely haggard, and her eyes had dark circles on them, as if she hadn't closed them for a long time.

The eyes have been on the photo of the tombstone, the man in the photo is in his prime, but he is forever fixed in his prime.

She wore a black scarf around her neck, and when the wind blew, there was still an unstoppable chill.

Probably because she had been standing for a long time, her forehead hair had been wet with frost, and a thin layer was attached to her forehead.

It's just that Ning An's eyes have never left the photo on the tombstone, his eyes are indescribably gloomy, and his face is pale.

This man used to be her husband.

Having slept in the same bed and living together, the memories she shared with him seemed to be more of arguments and quarrels.

He didn't love her, she knew.

The forced marriage was sloppy, the hidden marriage began, the divorce ended, and the marriage between them was short-lived.

Even in the capital, there are very few people who know that Song Shaoyan has been married.

The sun shone on Ning An's face, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a layer of crystal mist hung on them.

The wind gently blew Ning An's long hair, and the soft strands of hair fluttered, and she was like a sculpture, motionless.

After standing all night and one morning, she seemed unconscious.