The elevator reached the first floor, opened with a ding, and Feng Chen said: "You go to the side of the road and wait for me, I'll pick up the car." ”

"I'm with you." Song Zhiyue stood in the corner of the elevator with his head bowed.

Feng Chen looked at the top of her black hair, knowing that she was in a bad mood, so he wanted to tease her.

"It's only been a few minutes, so reluctant to me?"

If it was in normal times, she would definitely say "yes", but at the moment she was extremely depressed, and said in a low voice: "How can I have it." ”

If she can't get Liang Weirong's forgiveness for a day, she can't let go of her feelings for a day, and she is always very depressed.

She has been a little absent-minded at work these days, and her mood is also very low.

Today she was in the bathroom, and she also heard two colleagues talking about whether she had broken up with her boyfriend.

also said that she must have been violently assaulted by her boyfriend, otherwise there were injuries everywhere on her forehead and face.

The elevator door was about to close, Feng Chen raised his hand to stop it, the door opened automatically, and he pushed Song Zhiyue out.

"Go and wait for me on the side of the road, don't keep your head down when you walk, it's easy to hit people."

Song Zhiyue nodded.

The elevator doors closed and the parking lot on the lower floor was lowered.

Coming out of the elevator, Feng Chen took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Fengxing.

"Help me look up one thing......"

Sitting in the car, he didn't rush to drive, but lit a cigarette.

He didn't want to doubt Liang Weirong, but it was indeed too coincidental.

That woman doesn't look soft and weak, but she does everything.

He only took two puffs of a cigarette, then snuffed out the cigarette barrel stuffed into the storage box and started the car.

The car drove out of the parking lot, and when he was about to reach the gate of the hospital, he saw Song Zhiyue standing on the side of the road.

It was already early spring, and she was wearing a bean paste-colored windbreaker, with her hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and she looked down at her feet, as if she wanted to stare out of a hole in the ground.

It can be seen that she is in a bad mood.

***

Seeing the dusty car stop in front of him, Song Zhiyue bypassed the front of the car and opened the door of the passenger seat.

With her bag in the seat, she picked it up and got into the car, then put it on her lap and pulled it over the seat belt buckle.

Back at home, Song Zhiyue and Su Wansheng talked on the phone and went upstairs.

As soon as he walked to the door of the study, Jiang Fengxing called him, and the thing activated his mailbox.

He entered the study, turned on the computer, logged in to his private mailbox, and clicked on the road section monitoring at the scene of the car accident that day.

The video Jiang Xianxing has already let people deal with those useless things, so two minutes after opening it, an important picture appears.

It can be seen from the surveillance that Song Zhiyue was indeed on the phone at that time, but Liang Weirong's car was hit by herself.

Even if he had already guessed a possibility, he was still a little shocked when he saw the video.

After the shock, he silently took the cigarette, lit one and smoked it, the smoke lingering between his cold brows.

The woman who could even bury his own children with his own hands was no longer the kind-hearted person in his memory, and she had become completely unknown to him.

***

As Feng Chen said, Feng Shen and Liang Weirong's wedding did not end because she lost her child.

On the day of the wedding, Song Zhiyue changed into a dress and came downstairs, and she wore makeup, becoming more and more delicate and delicate, wearing a small fragrance jacket with cropped sleeves, with the delicate appearance of a small jasper.

Feng Chen looked at her and said, "It's inconvenient to drive like this, so I'll send you over." ”