440: C440 Let's Talk

C440 Let's Talk

The man leaned over and kissed her lips, his hands caressing her enchanting figure. She pushed his chest and said lightly, "Song Ran, I'm not in the mood right now. "

"Alright. " Song Ran's tone carried a trace of helplessness. He let go of her and sat on the chair beside her. He tilted his head to look at her. "Baby, are you in a bad mood?"

Su Murong held her forehead with one hand and her charming phoenix eyes flashed with a touch of sadness, "Say, do you think there is still a need for my marriage to continue?"

Song Ran laughed lightly, "Baby, since you don't want that useless man anymore, throw him away and throw him into my embrace. I've wanted to be your husband for so many years. "

Su Murong glanced at him and said lightly, "Aren't you afraid that others will say that you are a gigolo? Furthermore, I am older than you by 20 years. "

A frivolous smile hung on the corners of Song Ran's mouth, "So what? True love doesn't discriminate between age. I'm originally a gigolo, so there's no need to worry about others gossiping. "

Su Murong reached out her hand and patted his young and handsome face. Her eyes were cold, "Don't forget, apart from our physical relationship, we don't talk about feelings. Things like feelings, I have long lost them. "

Song Ran's expression dimmed and he self-deprecatingly curled his lips, "I thought I was special. "

She used her fingers to sketch his handsome facial features and her tone was indifferent, "You are special. Because in my heart, you are another man's substitute. Song Ran, don't forget your identity just because I especially dote on you. "

Song Ran smiled bitterly. " Alright, I'll remember that. "

Su Murong patted his cheek in satisfaction," Alright, let's go in first. I want to stay alone for a while. "

Song Ran nodded, stood up, and put on a white towel on his shoulder. He turned around and walked towards the villa. His dark and bright wet hair covered his forehead and also covered the haze that flashed across his eyes.

Xia Zhensheng was excited about his shocking discovery. His blood was boiling. He wanted to find out the truth as soon as possible and confirm his thoughts.

However, he did not know where to start investigating. After thinking for a long time, he decided to hire a private detective.

Xia Zhensheng knew that Baili Han was very powerful and often sent bodyguards to protect Xia. If a private detective followed Xia, he might be discovered by the bodyguards. If that was the case, all his efforts would be in vain. Therefore, he let the private detective secretly monitor Xia Yun's family. He guessed that if Xia Ling really did not die, she would definitely contact her younger sister Xia Yun.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed and the private detective still did not get any useful information. Xia Zhensheng, who was anxiously waiting, also gradually lost confidence. Perhaps he was mistaken. That old woman was not Xia Ling. Her ex-wife, Xia Ling, had long died in the fire.

Just as his restless heart returned to its cold state, the private detective suddenly contacted him.

In the coffee shop.

A man in a black suit and sunglasses, holding a newspaper in his hand, sat by the window and read seriously.

Xia Zhensheng sat across from him and asked in a low voice, "Any news?"

The man put down the newspaper and took out a stack of photos from his pocket. He put them on the table and said, "Xia Yun went to the Jiangnan Waterfront District yesterday. Take a look at the photos yourself. "

Xia Zhensheng picked up the stack of photos and carefully looked through them. There were photos of Xia Yun shopping at the supermarket, as well as photos of her walking into the Jiangnan Waterfront District. Then, there were a few photos of her chatting with the old woman when she knocked on the door of a house.

Xia Zhensheng asked, "Did you hear their conversation?"

"Yes, I did. But it was too far away, so the recording was very noisy. " The detective took a sip of coffee and said, "It was just a very ordinary conversation. Xia Yun said, Sister, I came to see you. The other woman smiled and welcomed her in. "

Xia Zhensheng asked excitedly, "Did you hear it clearly? She really called me 'sister'?"

"Of course I heard it clearly. Although it's far away, the corridor is very quiet, and the sound of the voice is very clear. "

Xia Zhensheng's heart was beating intensely in his chest. He could not help but wet his eyes. His fingers were tightly holding his palm, and his shoulders were moving rapidly. He did not say a word for a long time.

The detective frowned. "Mr. Xia, are you alright?"

Xia Zhensheng lowered his head and waved. "No, I'm fine. Where did Xia Yun go? What's the exact address?"

"Jiangnan Watershore District, Building A, Unit 3, Room 501. "

Xia Zhensheng came out of the coffee shop with the stack of photos. He sat in the car and stared blankly for a while. He looked at Xia Ling in the photo seriously. The scar on her face was so obvious, and her right leg was obviously disabled. It must have been caused by the fire. He closed his eyes in pain and did not dare to look directly at it.1

After moving to the city, Xia Ling and Fu Chenghai had a very comfortable life. Although they were not used to it at first, Xia Dong came to see them every day. He took them for a walk in the park and asked them to learn dancing with the old ladies in the park. Or learn to sing, kill time. . . In addition, Fu Wei had finally started working steadily, which made them even happier. They felt very satisfied with their lives, but. . . They did not expect Xia Zhensheng to suddenly appear and break their peaceful lives.

Xia Ling and Fu Chenghai were watching TV in the living room when they suddenly heard a knock on the door. Fu Chenghai thought Xia Dong had come over and shouted, "Coming, coming," and quickly ran to open the door.

When he saw the person outside the door, Fu Chenghai was stunned and his whole body froze.

"Old Fu, is Xia here? Why is she standing at the door?" Xia Ling's voice came from the living room.

Fu Chenghai looked panicked.

When Xia Zhensheng heard Xia Ling's words, he was even more certain of her identity.

He forced a smile and said, "You are Fu Dahai, right?"

Fu Chenghai's expression was ugly. "I am not. You have mistaken me for someone else. "

He did not say anything and was about to close the door. Xia Zhensheng suddenly stopped the door and said, "Dahai, don't hide it from me anymore. I know it's you. The person inside was Xia Ling, Xia's mother. Am I right? "

Fu Chenghai lowered his voice," You are not welcome here. You can leave! "

He pushed the door hard and Xia Zhensheng used all his strength to resist him. "Da Hai, don't be like this. I want to talk to Xia Ling!"

Fu Chenghai's eyes spewed out anger. He lowered his voice and said, "What's there to talk about? You guys are divorced. She is my wife now!"

Two old men were pushing and pushing at the door, gritting their teeth as they fought.

Xia Ling had already sensed that something was wrong and asked doubtfully, "Da Hai, who is it?"

Fu Chenghai replied, "It's an insurance salesman. "

Xia Ling remembered that her son also did sales and her heart softened. She said, "Let him in. It is also good to have a cup of tea. "

Xia Zhensheng said loudly, "Xia Ling, it's me. I want to talk to you!"

Xia Ling's mind rumbled. This voice was extremely familiar to her. It was this man who broke her heart!

She dragged her crippled leg and staggered to the door. She glared at Xia Zhensheng hatefully. "I have nothing to talk about with you. Go!"

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