Qin Songyao turned around and bowed to the few people, "Thank you, uncles and uncles, I still remember my parents' sacrifice day. I've troubled you all these days."

She was wearing a black dress, with a pale face, and was still decent and generous.

The guests who attended the ceremony comforted her a few words and left one by one.

She took out her cell phone and didn't see the phone. Instead, she saw an entertainment news that had just been pushed.

#Jiang Wan and her mysterious boyfriend travel to the Berlin Film Festival#

Qin Songyao recognized the back of the man in the photo at a glance, which was her husband, Bo Siyan.

I compared the time when the media exposed it was three days ago.

She wanted to ask him to come and pay tribute to her parents, but she couldn't even get through the phone. It turned out that he was busy accompanying his childhood sweethearts to visit the film festival.

Her mood was a little numb. She breathed a sigh of relief and called Bo Siyan with an expressionless face.

After two calls, he answered the phone and said lightly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Where are you?"

Maybe he didn't like her tone of checking the camp, and he was a little unhappy, "In the company."

Qin Songyao tugged his lips slightly, "Are you in the company? I thought you were in Berlin."

The man was not patient to listen to her sarcastic spirit, "No business, call me less."

Qin Songyao closed his eyes, "Okay, I won't be there any more in the future."

Before he hung up the phone, she said again: "Will you go home tonight?"

"I'll talk about it when I have time."

I said lightly and hung up the phone without even saying hello.

Qin Songyao looked at the mobile phone page and felt sarcastic. There was no one else who could do this for the couple.

My friend Zhen Wenrou came to pick her up and couldn't help but complain: "Your vision is really bad, what are you choosing!"

Qin Songyao took off his high heels and leaned against the passenger seat, pressing his slender fingers on his temples, and he could still entertain himself and make jokes, "Isn't this retribution already?"

Zhen Wenrou muttered: "You can still laugh."

When the car arrived at Bo Mansion, she couldn't get in and could only remind her, "Call me if you have something to do."

"good."

Qin Songyao responded and returned to the house. Two servants were whispering. When they saw her coming back, they quickly dispersed.

Qin Songyao didn't take it seriously, went upstairs to rest tiredly, woke up in a daze, and heard the conversation while going downstairs to drink water.

"Mrs. My husband has children outside, and she doesn't know yet."

"Hey, it's not easy to be a wealthy wife."

Qin Songyao stood on the stairs, his face pale, and his heart, which was already calm, was instantly grabbed by one hand.

She said coldly: "What did you say?"

When the servant heard the sound, he turned to see that it was her. He was so scared that he was so scared that he stammered and stammered.

Qin Songyao remembered that these two servants were sent by the old house, so he should know better than her what happened in the old house.

She slowly went downstairs and said lightly: "Tell me clearly, I won't make things difficult for you."

The servant looked at each other and wanted to make excuses. Seeing that her face was not as gentle as usual, she had to stammer and tell the truth.

"The young master took Miss Jiang back to the old house two days ago and also brought a child. We, we heard from the old house colleagues, that young master, no, that child is called Bo Chunian..."

Qin Songyao clenched his hands tightly, and his emotions surged. In addition, he worked hard for several days, and felt a split headache.

The servant knew that he had caused a big disaster and kept making up for it: "Madam, the old lady has become angry and is not allowed to enter the house. Don't care."

Don't care?

How can you not care?

She endured the discomfort and asked numbly: "How old is that child?"

"After two years old..."

When she was over two years old, the child existed not long after she and Bo Siyan got married!

Qin Songyao thought his heart was cold enough, but suddenly heard this and felt like he fell into an ice cellar.

Bo, Qin Lianjie, and the three daughters of the Qin family are the most valuable only if her parents die. Who wouldn’t say anything? She was lucky enough to marry into the Bo family.

She herself was also happy, but she was happy because her dream came true and she was finally able to stay with the person she liked for a long time.

Unexpectedly, beautiful dreams are nightmares.

He had a person he liked for a long time, so he married her under expedient means just for the sake of profit.

Now that he has the power, he is ready to bring back his true love and children.

Then what are her three years?

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When Bo Siyan came back, there were only two servants in the living room, and a table of vegetarian dishes on the dining table was not known for how long.

He glanced at the lifeless living room, his eyes were deep, his handsome face was filled with inhumane alienation and indifference, and he was wearing a black suit, full of oppression.

The servant stepped forward: "Do you want to call the wife down?"

The man unbuttoned his cufflinks slowly and said lightly: "Let her clean up the box I was on a business trip."

"OK."

The servant went up and it took him a long time to get off, and he felt a little embarrassed: "Madam is a little uncomfortable and can't help you clean up the box."

Bo Siyan dropped his cufflinks and went upstairs in person.

The bedroom door was not closed. He pushed it in, but found that the curtains were tightly pulled, the main light was not turned on, only a light was on near the head of the bed, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance.

He stood beside the bed, and was about to turn on the light when something came from behind him. Then, a pair of well-maintained jade arms wrapped around his waist, and he paused.

She hasn't been intimate for two months. She is not wearing clothes and can clearly feel her proud curves through the thin shirt on her back. The woman's face is pressed against his back, and then her hands begin to unbutton him.

Bo Siyan breathed a little harder, and when he frowned, he grabbed the woman's wrist, pulled the person in front of him, and leaned over and pressed on the bed.
Chapter completed!