Chapter 66

In the early morning, before dawn, Song Ling received a call. She touched the phone on the bedside table and caught a glimpse of the number on the screen. She was stunned for a while, and then woke up again.

She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went out with her phone.

"Ajin, what's the matter?" Song Ling asked softly, frowning.

Shen Zhao was awakened by her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Song Ling's back walking out.

Two minutes later, Shen Zhao also put on his clothes and went out, just when he opened the door, he saw Song Ling who came back.

Shen Zhao bumped into her, raised his eyes and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Song Ling was also stunned, and said in a low voice, "A Jin is not feeling well."

It was not yet dawn outside the house, Song Ling walked into the house and said while changing his clothes, "It's still early, you should sleep again."

Seeing that she was changing clothes and posing to go out, Shen Zhao asked her, "Where are you going?"

Song Ling's figure paused for a while, the room was dark and the lights were not turned on, making the back figure seem a little lonely, she said, "I'll go see her."

Standing at the door, Shen Zhao looked at the back from a distance and asked, "Didn't she go to the hospital?"

Song Ling: "Ajin doesn't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital. There is a doctor at home."

Shen Zhao snorted, maybe it was early in the morning, feeling a little down, she lowered her eyes and asked, "Is it serious?"

Song Ling put on her clothes and said, "Xu Shi has just returned to China, so you're not used to it."

Shen Zhao snorted again and didn't ask any more questions.

Song Ling put on his clothes and went out to go downstairs. Shen Zhao stared at the back and suddenly asked, "Are you coming back today?"

"Go to the hospital first, and talk about it later." Song Ling didn't look back, her voice was a little hurried, and she hurried downstairs.

Shen Zhao could feel it, Song Ling was very worried about her sister, and even forgot that they had appointments today.

Ten minutes later, Shen Zhao stood in front of the window and saw the vehicles hurriedly leaving the window.

It was raining unconsciously outside, and the sky was not bright, or it was dark and raining.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly ding-dong, and a message was received.

Shen Zhao walked over and looked down to see the WeChat message on the screen.

Song Ling: [The date will wait for next weekend]

Shen Zhao lightly pursed the corners of his lips and sent her an OK emoji.

There was a rumbling outside the house, the rain suddenly fell heavily, and then there was a dull thunder, which made Shen Zhao's heart throb. She turned her head to look out the window, and for some reason, the pouring rain made her feel uneasy.

Not sleeping any longer, Shen Zhao went downstairs, made breakfast in advance, and planned to go to the hospital early.

Before seven o'clock, she took an umbrella and went out, planning to take a taxi to the hospital.

But the rain was so heavy that Shen Zhao didn't call a car for a long time. She was standing at the crossroads, the rain wet her shoes, the wind blew diagonally, and the wet rain hit her face, making it a little cold.

The weather in March is the time of spring and cold.

Suddenly a car came over and stopped beside Shen Zhao, the window rolled down, and called her, "Miss Shen—"

Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of the person in the car through the car window. It was Feng Rou, Song Ling's secretary.

When Feng Rou saw her, the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile. She said, "Sister Mingshu is not feeling well today. She asked me to come over and take you to the hospital."

Shen Zhao was stunned for a while. In the morning, Ming Shu would come to pick her up, but he usually didn't come back on weekends. Because Song Ling rested on weekends, she didn't need to come over.

Today's temporary emergency was probably also arranged by Song Ling.

Shen Zhao didn't think much, and opened the door to get in the car.

The rain wet her face. She just raised her hand to wipe her face when suddenly a tissue was handed over to her. She glanced at Feng Rou and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Is Ming Shu ill?" Shen Zhao didn't deal with Feng Rou very often, and only met him a few times before.

With a gentle smile on Feng Rou's face, she said, "I have a cold. She rests today."

Shen Zhao snorted and did not continue the topic.

The rain was heavy, the car drove very slowly, the rain slapped on the windows, the wipers didn't even have time to scrape, the rain poured down again, and the road ahead could not be seen clearly, so the car had to double flash and find a place to stop.

Feng Rou said in a low voice, "I'm really sorry Miss Shen, it's raining too much, we have to wait for a while before we leave."

Shen Zhao hurriedly said, "It doesn't matter, safety comes first."

Feng Rou was not a talkative person. The car was parked on the side of the road, and neither of them spoke. The inside of the car was silent for a while.

The rain didn't know what to stop. Shen Zhao looked at the road outside the car window.

In the end, Shen Zhao finally couldn't help but speak up to ease the atmosphere first. She apologized: "Today is the weekend, and it's really wasting your time to ask you to see me off."

Feng Rou looks very gentle, her profile is soft, and she is very temperamental even when she talks jokes.

She smiled and said, "Miss Shen is very polite, Mr. Song will pay our wages."

Shen Zhao gently pulled his lips and looked out of the window lightly.

Suddenly, a bell rang in the carriage, it was Feng Rou's phone.

Feng Rou connected: "Hello."

I don't know what was said on the other end, but Shen Zhao only heard Feng Rou say softly, "Okay, I know, I'll go back first."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Rou turned her head and said to Shen Zhao, "Miss Shen, are you in a hurry? The company needs a document temporarily, and I need to go back and find it. It's not far from the company..."

Seeing that she has a job, Shen Zhao said quickly, "No hurry, I originally went out early today. Well, I'll take a taxi to the hospital..." She gestured to open the door.

Feng Rou hurriedly said: "No, it's not far from the company, I'll go up there and look for it." She smiled and explained, "It's not easy to take a taxi here."

Shen Zhao glimpsed that it was still raining outside, she would go out now, and she would probably be drenched in soup. After thinking about it, she finally nodded and said yes.

The car drove in the direction of the Song Group, which is indeed not far from the company, and the car drove downstairs in a few minutes.

When Feng Rou opened the door and got out of the car, she just pulled the gate, suddenly paused, turned around and said, "By the way, Miss Shen, the last time you came to the boss's office, a coat fell, do you need me to bring it down for you? "

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, unable to remember anything.

"What coat?" she asked.

Feng Rou smiled and said, "It's a windbreaker, so let's go up with me and take it."

Shen Zhao really couldn't remember any trench coats, but seeing Feng Rou say this, he couldn't refuse, so he nodded and said yes.

There were not many people in the company on weekends. Shen Zhao had been to Song Ling's company before, and it was also a weekend night when she came to get the documents, and she followed her.

Song Ling's office is on the top floor, and there is a special elevator. Usually, except for a few of her secretaries, everyone else needs to be notified in advance.

Feng Rou walked in front of Shen Zhao with an indifferent expression, and led her upstairs into Song Ling's office.

She smiled and said, "Miss Shen, wait here now, I'll send you a document."

Shen Zhao looked at Song Ling's office, looked back at her, and said yes.

Feng Rou nodded with a smile and turned to go out.

Shen Zhao stayed in the office alone. It was very dark because of the rain. Shen Zhao turned on the light on the wall and pressed the switch, but there was no response. It seemed that the power went out...

She didn't take a good look at Song Ling's usual office last time. She would be alone, so she couldn't help looking around.

Song Ling likes simple style. The decoration style of the office is the same as that in the villa. There are not many things and it looks very comfortable.

Shen Zhao walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

There are two glass walls here, and the curtains are half drawn. This is the CBD of Jiangcheng City, surrounded by office buildings and banks, and opposite to the central square of Jiangcheng City.

I have to admit that Song Ling is very powerful and talented.

Compared to her, Shen Zhao felt that he knew nothing.

Turning around and looking at the entire office, his eyes fell on the desk, the drawer next to it was not closed, and a photo frame was buckled upside down, and Shen Zhao saw it at a glance.

She raised her foot and walked over, gently pulling open the half-open drawer, with some documents under it, with a photo frame reversed on it.

Shen Zhao lightly hooked the corner of his lips, reached out and turned it over, and caught a glimpse of the person in the photo, the smile on the corner of his lips solidified in an instant.

"Miss Shen—"

The office door was suddenly pushed open and Feng Rou walked in.

Shen Zhao was startled, her hands trembled, and the photo frame fell to the ground with a muffled sound. She was so startled that she quickly squatted down to pick it up and put it back in the drawer.

Feng Rou came over with a subtle expression. She glanced at the person at the table and smiled casually, "Is it a picture of Miss Xiang?"

Shen Zhao was suddenly stunned, as if she suddenly remembered something, she raised her head to look at Feng Rou, and asked in a trance, "What is Miss Xiang?"

Feng Rou said again, "It's Miss Xiang Jinxiang, President Song's younger sister."

It was Xiang Jin, not Song Jin.

Shen Zhao lowered her eyes, her heart was in a mess, she only had those similar eyebrows in her mind, she asked in a daze, "They... aren't they sisters?"

Feng Rou smiled and said, "They are not related by blood."

Shen Zhao opened the drawer again, and his eyes fell on the photo, a young girl, probably only in her teens, wearing a French Brere hat, like a princess.

They are not sisters...

Under the photo is a mobile device, which suddenly felt infrared rays, the screen lights up, and there is a large positioning point on it, which is flashing.

Shen Zhao's eyes were attracted, and there were several locations nearby. Shen Zhao didn't care, but was stunned when he caught a glimpse of one of the addresses.

Jiangde College.

Shen Zhao is very familiar with this address, because just yesterday, she took the exam here.

Jiangde College is a newly separated branch of their school. Shen Zhao doesn't go there often. He has only been to the entire university twice in two years.

Shen Zhao stretched out her hand and took it out, Feng Rou saw this, she quickly stretched out her hand and said anxiously, "Miss Shen!"

Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of her flustered expression and asked her, "What is this?"

Feng Rou pursed her lips with a heavy expression on her face, but did not answer her words.

Shen Zhao took it out, she caught a glimpse of the address above, and slipped her finger down, every address was familiar.

The latest is updated twelve hours ago, address: Qingyunwan Villa;

Going forward, it is March 21, Jiangde College;

On 3.19, the inpatient department of Jiangcheng First Hospital;

3.18th, Deshan Building, Jiangcheng University;

2.7th, Huanjiang Film and Television City;

2.4th, Longjiang Mansion;

2.3, by the Jiangting Lake;

...

Every address is familiar, every place she's been.

Where she attended classes, where she went to the hospital, where Chi Zhoubai was filming, at the auction house, where Meng Yunan got married, and where she practiced before, the hotel where she and Sier had a long-term appointment, Tingcheng, The train station, the community where Sier lives, the Tingcheng Hospital where Sier's mother is hospitalized...

Finally, there are Jiangcheng Airport, Russian Airport, and the familiar Teribekar, Husky Park, Murmansk...

There were so many addresses that she couldn't finish swiping. Shen Zhao raised her head with despair and scarlet in her eyes. She asked with a trembling voice, "Is this a tracker?"