Chapter 941 The Decision of that Second (1)

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The car finally stopped in front of a beach. Song Qingchun was pushed by the taxi driver towards the beach. Song Qingchun took every step carefully for fear of falling and hurting the child in her belly.

The walk along the beach is almost the same as the drive to the beach.

Song Qingchun kept talking, but the taxi driver never made a sound.

Song Qingchun was brought to an old yacht by the taxi driver.

Song Qingchun just looked around the yacht twice, and just said "white and blue yacht", and she was pushed into the inner room of the yacht by the taxi driver.

The taxi driver's force was a bit too strong. Song Qingchun staggered a step and managed to stabilize her body. Before her hand could reach her abdomen, she heard a heavy closing sound coming from the door. She turned her head, and the taxi The master didn't follow her, so she took two steps back, pulled the door, and it was locked.

Without the outsiders, Song Qingchun no longer continued to show panic. She began to observe the environment she was in while muttering something in a low voice.

Although the outside of the yacht looks shabby, the inside is clean and tidy.

Bedroom, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, all the things that a single apartment should have are here, but the area is smaller, but it feels very comfortable.

Song Qingchun walked around the interior of the yacht. Except for a small bowl of instant noodles in the kitchen and a half-cup of red wine on the coffee table, there was no other mess.

There was no one else in the room except her.

Song Qingchun stood by the window of the inner room of the yacht, looked at the sea for a while, and then sat on the sofa. Only then did she notice that next to the red wine glass on the coffee table, there was a box of matches, a pack of cigarettes, and something underneath. with a very old photo.

The photo was a family portrait, Song Qingchun thought, it should be his father, mother, elder sister, and younger sister.

My sister was still young, about a few months old. She was wearing a pacifier, nestled in her mother's arms, and was crying with her eyes closed.

My sister looked about four or five years old. She was standing between her parents, holding a windmill in her hand and smiling brightly and clearly.

That mother looks familiar, and between her eyebrows, she looks a bit like the same person...

Song Qingchun frowned, and then suddenly remembered who it was. Then her eyes stopped on the four or five-year-old sister. Although her appearance had changed a lot after so many years, Song Qingchun I still recognized this sister, it was Fang Rou.

Doesn’t Fang Rou have parents? So what's going on with this photo?

When Song Qingchun was confused, the door of the yacht was pushed open. Song Qingchun put down the photo, raised his head, and saw Fang Rou, wearing casual sportswear, walking in.

It was only a few days since they last met. If Fang Rou's face hadn't been exactly the same as the Fang Rou in her memory, she would not have believed that this woman who exuded a cold temperament would actually be there. She was the gentle and kind sister-in-law whom she had called for five whole years!

Fang Rou walked in calmly and leisurely. She glanced at Song Qingchun, her expression indifferent without any change. She said "Hi" in a calm voice, then leaned over and picked up the goblet on the coffee table. He walked to the faucet, rinsed it off, and then poured himself a glass of red wine. He turned around and raised his hand to Song Qingchun: "Do you want it?"