Chapter 120

When things happened suddenly, Song Ling took Shen Zhao back to Jiangcheng City ahead of schedule. Although it was the same city, they drove for nearly two hours.

Without returning to the villa, Song Ling drove directly to the company.

When arrived at the company, it was exactly nine o'clock, which was work time.

Along the way, neither of them said a word. The car drove to the garage, and Shen Zhao got out of the car and said, "I'm not going up, you can deal with it, I'll take a taxi back."

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Song Ling hurriedly took two steps forward, reached out and grabbed her, "Don't go."

Walking around in front of her, Song Ling looked down at her with long eyes down slightly, and said solemnly, "Since we are married, we are one and we will not be separated from each other. I want to face this matter with you."

Shen Zhao looked up at her, the matter was about Xiang Jin, she didn't know if she had the courage to face it, but since she decided to be together, those things would be brought up one day, and she just kept silent and only said. There will be thorns in each other's hearts.

Shen Zhao didn't refuse, Song Ling directly took her hand and went up from the special elevator.

In the elevator, the two stood side by side when Song Ling suddenly called her: "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao responded, turned to look at her, and waited for her to speak.

"Recently," Song Ling paused for a while and asked, "Risier...Have you contacted you?"

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, her eyes stopped for a moment, she stared at her eyes, trying to find some intention in those eyes, and finally she opened her lips and said, "No, why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"It's nothing." Song Ling retracted his gaze and silently ignored the topic.

The elevator stops directly at the top office floor.

Ji Mingshu knew in advance that they were coming back, so he waited outside the office early in the morning. Outside the office, in addition to Ji Mingshu, there are many colleagues. When Song Ling brought people in, everyone's eyes fell on them.

When their boss got married, there have been rumors on the Internet for a long time, but they have not been widely exposed.

Looking at this situation now, it is estimated that it is true.

Shen Zhao sensed the gaze of others, and subconsciously retracted his hand. Song Ling was stunned for a moment, looked back at her, and knew what she was thinking. She reached out her hand again to hold her, and said gently on top of her head: "What are you afraid of, you are my wife, you are fair and square."

Song Ling took the person to his side, held her fingers together, looked into her eyes, and said softly, "I will let everyone know that you are my wife."

Shen Zhao was slightly startled and looked up at her.

Song Ling led the people into the office, Ji Mingshu understood and walked in with his heels raised.

As soon as she entered the door, Ji Mingshu recounted what the police had notified. When it came to Xiang Jin, she subconsciously looked at Shen Zhao, paused for a moment, and continued to tell all the ins and outs of what the police had notified.

When finally mentioning the relationship between the deceased Du Zhong and Rui Sier, Shen Zhao was stunned and looked up at Ji Mingshu in disbelief.

"What did you say?" Shen Zhao blurted out and asked.

Ji Mingshu was stunned for a moment. Facing Shen Zhao's questioning, she glanced at the boss opposite her, and seeing that she had no intention of opening her mouth, she repeated it and nodded, "The deceased is Rui Sier's engagement partner, and his name is Du. bell."

Shen Zhao was stunned, and only then did he realize that why did Song Ling mention Sier to her just now?

Memories of the past came back, it was too long ago. For more than four years, she didn't know how Sier lived, and she never heard any news about her. It used to be the guilt in her heart.

Getting engaged to...

She could imagine how difficult Sier's life was.

She understands her and understands her situation.

The office was silent. After Ji Mingshu finished speaking, no one spoke again.

Song Ling's eyes fell on Shen Zhao's back, and when she heard the news from Rui Sier again, she was still touched...

Song Ling's eyes dimmed slightly, her eyelashes drooped, and she said to Ji Mingshu, "Make arrangements, contact Tingcheng, and I'll handle it personally in the afternoon."

Ji Mingshu responded, "Okay."

Someone knocked on the door, it was Secretary Xiao Tang.

Seeing this, Ji Mingshu walked over and asked her softly, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Tang walked in, saw Shen Zhao, then looked at Song Ling, and said respectfully, "The Finance Department heard that President Song is back, and there is an important document that you need to see and sign in person."

The monthly audit and approval of the Finance Department is personally checked by Song Ling, which is particularly important because it involves Song's finances. Usually at the beginning of the month, Song Ling went to check in person, but at the beginning of this month, Song Ling took a few days off and went to the countryside with Shen Zhao, so it was delayed for a few days.

Song Ling understood and said lightly, "I see, I'll pass later."

Xiao Tang: "Okay."

Song Ling picked up the jacket on the back of the chair, walked towards Shen Zhao, and said, "You are here, I will be right back."

Shen Zhao was slightly distracted, and when he heard her voice, he was momentarily startled, and hurriedly raised his head and said in a trance, "Okay."

Song Ling walked out, Ji Mingshu wanted to follow her, she turned back slightly and said softly, "You stay here and look at her."

Seeing her stupefied appearance, she felt uneasy.

Ji Mingshu paused for a moment, stunned for a moment, not knowing her intention for a while, and finally said, "Okay."

Song Ling left, leaving only Shen Zhao and Ji Mingshu in the office.

The air was quiet and a little stagnant. In fact, Ji Mingshu and Shen Zhao had almost nothing to do with each other. Except for the things Song Ling asked her to do every time, they didn't often spend time alone like this. Every time he spoke, it was just some polite words.

Ji Mingshu said, "I'll go get you a glass of water."

Shen Zhao raised his head in a daze, "Oh, good."

Ji Mingshu went out, only Shen Zhao was left in the office.

Shen Zhao looked at the office, and it was the same as before. She remembered that the last time she came back, it was four years ago... and she never came in again.

This is Song Ling's private office. It is consistent with the simple style she likes, and it is decorated in a very stylish way.

There was a photo frame on the desk. Shen Zhao looked at it. The corners of the photo were yellowed, and it was an old photo. Above is a graceful-looking woman, half-holding a girl beside her. The girl is about seven or eight years old, but she is tall and tall. Shen Zhao can recognize it at a glance. It is Song Ling when she was a child.

And the person beside her, with similar eyebrows and eyes, should be her biological mother.

Song Ling never told her about her biological mother. In fact, not only her mother, but also her past life, she heard Meng Yunan mention it before. As for what happened, Song Ling never told her.

She never seemed to know about Song Ling's past.

Raising his hand to pick up the photo frame, Shen Zhao looked at Song Ling when he was a child in the photo, but as soon as the photo frame was picked up, a photo suddenly fell out of the interlayer.

The photo landed at his feet, Shen Zhao bowed his head, caught a glimpse of the photo, and looked slightly startled.

The person in the photo is her sleeping face.

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment before bending over to pick it up.

She can't remember the scene in the photo anymore, there is only a magnified sleeping face, she is lying there, resting on one shoulder, dim light, maybe it was taken secretly by Song Ling...

"There are still many drawers." Ji Mingshu walked in with a cup in hand, stood at the door, looked at Shen Zhao who was holding a photo next to the desk, and suddenly said.

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, looked up at Ji Mingshu, heard what she said, and didn't know why.

Ji Mingshu walked over, put the cup beside the table, reached out and opened the drawer of the table, there was a thick stack of albums lying inside.

As the boss's assistant, she understands that this is not what she should do.

But after so many years, as someone who witnessed all this with her own eyes, it was the first time she made her own decision and did this for the boss.

Love is not just about giving, any emotion needs a response. She doesn't want to see what the boss has done silently for the past four years, no one knows.

She should know this.

Shen Zhao held the photo in his hand, and his eyes fell on the album lying in the drawer.

She could guess what those were, but she didn't have the courage to open them. Everything that happened in the past, everyone kept silent, acquiesce that it was a period of time. It seems that as long as you don't open it, everything can be safe and sound as if it didn't happen.

Break a vase, and even if it all sticks together, it is no longer the original vase.

reunion

, but not as before.

"It was Xiang Jin who lied to her. That shot was fake. It was all a conspiracy. She was obsessed with a conspiracy for many years, and she hurt you because of it." After all, some things still need to be explained, Ji Mingshu I never thought that one day, the person who explained this would be her.

"In the past four years, no one knows how much she loves you."

Shen Zhao stretched out his hand to flip through the album, only opened the first one, his eyes became hazy in an instant, and his eyes filled with tears, blocking his vision.

Yes, she loves her.

She doesn't doubt this.

Close the album and put it back in the drawer. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and tried to pull out a smile. The sunlight outside the window slowly rose, and the light of the warm winter sun fell on her side face, reflecting the teardrops hanging on her eyelashes. That tear, refracted Out of gleaming light.

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After a long while, Song Ling came back from work, Ji Mingshu was outside the door, she walked over and asked, "Have you bought your tickets to Tingcheng?"

Ji Mingshu stood up and said, "Bought two."

Song Ling glanced at her and said, "You don't have to follow me."

Ji Mingshu said, "It's Madam's."

Song Ling was stunned when she heard the title of "Mrs." in Ji Mingshu's mouth. This was the first time she heard the title of Shen Zhao from someone else's mouth. It was a title that belonged to her.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, said nothing, and walked straight into the office.

The people in the room stood by the windows with their backs to her.

Song Ling walked over and was silent for a while before saying to her, "You don't have to run around with me. Don't worry, I'll take care of Rui Sier's affairs."

Shen Zhao turned around, her eyes were gentle and firm, she looked at her and said softly, "I know."

Song Ling stared at the face in the sun, the light shining in those warm eyes, because she was facing the light, she was in a trance for a moment, unable to see the real thing.

She hesitated for a long time, but still asked her, "You're still worried about her, aren't you?"

Shen Zhao pursed his lips in silence, and did not speak for a long time.

She walked towards her, came towards the light, walked to Song Ling's side, looked up at her slightly, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, and smiled softly: "I am your wife, there is no possibility, yesDo you care?"

The vase shattered and stuck again, albeit not as it used to be.

But when the sun shines in, it can also give birth to another kind of beauty.