Chapter 119

Ask Geun and Su Yihan not to use their real names, and not to shoot any advertising endorsements before their official debut.

The matter of Tingcheng is not over yet. Although she did not leave any clues, and even abandoned her car and ID card, it is only a matter of time before the police find her.

At least for now, she doesn't want to reveal her whereabouts.

When Chen Dazhi was arrested, Wei Qiliang would soon receive the news and know that she deliberately put Chen Dazhi along.

Perhaps, Wei Qiliang will find her faster than the police.

So go incognito and maybe buy some more time.

Although Su Yihan doesn't know her intentions, so far, Xiang Jin has no works and announcements that she can show, so it's best not to expose it to the public.

It's not surprising that she wants to change her stage name. There are many such things in the circle, and it is reasonable to change the name for the sake of fame and luck, so Su Yihan agreed without much doubt.

Tingcheng, although the police have not yet found Xiang Jin's person, they have already obtained all her information. Apart from her mother who is currently in prison, there is also a nominal sister Song Ling.

Since Song Ling was considered to be half a well-known figure in Jiangcheng, the police did not contact him directly, so they called Ji Mingshu. When Ji Mingshu heard that it was the Tingcheng police and told about Xiang Jin, he was stunned for a while. Immediately contact Song Ling.

The boss didn't go to work this week. After getting the marriage certificate, the boss and Shen Zhao went to the countryside, which was Shen Zhao's hometown before.

After Shen Zhao sold the house back then, Song Ling bought the house back. It carried all the memories of her and her father, and she kept them all for her.

Shen Zhao only found out a few days ago. When she heard the news, she was excited.

Everything in the house is still the same as before. At first, she left in a hurry and couldn't take many things with her. In the end, she only brought the most precious photo album with her father, but now, seeing the past furnishings, all the memories are in an instant. come up.

She misses Dad so much, so much.

The people who had accompanied her throughout her life suddenly disappeared one day from her life. That feeling cannot be expressed in words. The sun rises as usual every day, but only that person is missing.

At that moment, she was forced to grow up overnight, through all the changes in her life.

Song Ling reached out and took her into his arms, Shen Zhao buried in her chest and cried.

She was still sleeping on the same bed as before, but the difference was that her father's room was empty, and Song Ling was accompanying her instead.

No one can feel the pain of the death of a loved one better than her.

That kind of pain can't be erased even by time, and it may gradually stop being mentioned, but as long as recall it, such subtle regrets and helplessness will never subside with time.

People always seem to be compromising some things, life and death, the past and the present, which are the torrents of time. They can only move forward, but they cannot turn back.

Nothing can be done, nothing can be done.

There is no way to turn back, so you force yourself to move forward.

Song Ling hugged her tightly, and her lips lightly touched her smooth forehead. At this moment, she comforted each other with her.

"Azhao, if you have me, you won't be alone."

When Shen Zhao heard the words, there was a moment of peace of mind in his heart.

The more people are missing something, the more they depend on it. People who have been abandoned by her biological parents since childhood, she has no sense of security. As long as there is a little warmth in her life, she will instinctively rely on it.

Such a person, without roots, may be destined to wander forever in this life.

Falling in love with Song Ling, relying on her, and coveting that kind of tenderness are things that she can't control instinctively.

People are selfish, and so is love. She is afraid of that kind of love, not pure enough, not enough, afraid that it doesn't belong to her at all... She is afraid of too many things, and in the final analysis, it is just because she cares too much.

Shen Zhao closed his eyes, buried himself in her chest, and said uneasily, "Song Ling, hug me, don't let go."

She rarely responds to her like this. Song Ling heard her words, and the softest part of her heart was stabbed unconsciously. She tightened her arms, held her tightly in her arms, lowered her head to look for her lips, and felt nostalgic. kiss up.

"I won't let go, I'll never let go in my life."

Shen Zhao's eyes were moist, and his throat was sore, and he responded to her with difficulty: "Well."

"Are you sleepy?" Song Ling glanced at her tightly closed eyes, the end of her eyes was wet with moisture, she raised her fingers and gently wiped away her sadness.

Shen Zhao choked slightly, felt the soft fingertips on his face, and hummed softly.

"Go to sleep." Song Ling said.

"Well..." Shen Zhao buried it in her neck again, rubbed wetly on her neck, and kissed her lightly near the atrium.

A kiss, hot and hot, is the beginning of her love surging again.

On the cabinet beside the bed, the phone was muted, and the screen turned on and off, repeating back and forth, over and over again.

In the end, the silence did not light up again.

It wasn't until dawn that Song Ling realized that Ji Mingshu had called her more than a dozen times.

Ming Shu has always been calm, and there will be no major mistakes in dealing with ordinary things. Such a serial phone call should be an accident.

Song Ling glanced at the person who was still sleeping on the bed, picked up the phone, walked to the balcony outside, and called back.

The other end seemed to be on call at all times, and the call was connected almost instantly.

"Hello, boss."

"What happened?" Song Ling asked.

Ji Mingshu pursed his lips, not sure if Shen Zhao was by her side, hesitant, and asked softly tentatively, "Is it convenient for the boss to answer the phone?"

Song Ling understood, gave a light hum, and motioned her to continue.

Ji Mingshu said: "It was the police in Tingcheng who contacted and said... that Xiang Jin was suspected of intentional homicide."

Song Ling was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing this, Ji Mingshu was not sure what she was thinking at the moment, and continued tentatively: "The police over there in Tingcheng means that we need to cooperate with the investigation."

Song Ling didn't speak for a long time, and finally asked slowly, "Who is the victim...?"

"A man, said to be," Ji Mingshu Weiton said, "is the betrothal partner of Raisel."

Song Ling was stunned again, things came up in an instant, and things that clearly did not intersect, but they were turned out again, and those things in the past seemed to be staged again.

"Is something wrong with the company?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Song Ling's thoughts were suddenly pulled back, she pinched the phone for a moment, looked back at her, and her eyes narrowed for a long time.

The call continued, Song Ling hesitated for a moment, and finally hung up.

She turned around and walked towards her, stretched out her hand to lead her into the room, and said, "It's too cold outside, why did you get up?"

Shen Zhao noticed the change in her expression, she was no stranger to such a face.

There was something hidden in Song Ling's heart.

"Is something wrong?" Shen Zhao stared at her eyes and asked her again.

Song Ling pursed her lips and said nothing. This is the past between them. She had experienced it once. In fact, she shouldn't hide it from her again, but for a moment, she didn't know where to bring it up again.

"Yeah." Song Ling admitted, "Something troublesome happened."

Seeing that she didn't want to go into detail, Shen Zhao didn't ask any more questions, but said lightly, "Okay, let's go back."

After speaking, she turned to leave.

"Azhao..." Song Ling saw her figure and suddenly called to her.

Shen Zhao stopped, did not look back, and waited for the person behind him to continue speaking.

"Are you willing to believe me?" Song Ling asked her.

Shen Zhao paused, she raised her eyes, looked at the empty bed, and said softly, "As long as you are willing to tell me, I believe it."

There is no need to hide, and there is no need to have any barriers and deceptions. After so many experiences, these should no longer become ties.

Song Ling said, "It's about Xiang Jin."

Hearing the long-lost name, Shen Zhao was slightly startled, her eyes trembled slightly, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.