The 99th Divorce

"Come in and sit down," Rong Haiyue reached out and greeted them, "Just arrived?"

"Ok."

"Have you eaten?" Rong Haiyue received the gift from Li Si.

"Eat, just ate in the hotel."

Su Qianci answered, as soon as he was ushered in, he was attracted by the photos on the large cabinet at the first sight.

That's an enlarged family portrait.

Rong Anna smiled like a flower, Rong Haiyue had a light but heartfelt smile on her face, and just to the far right of them, the woman ’s expression was alienated and cold. .

"That's my wife." Rong Haiyue explained, "Is it a bit like you?"

"Rong Xuan." Su Qianci said, "It turns out that she was at Kangcheng Hospital last time to see you."

"Have you met her?"

"Well, when I was hospitalized, I met her in the corridor that night when I first visited you. She looked a little cold."

"She has always been like this," Rong Anna smiled and gave them tea. "The babysitter has been home for the New Year. I don't know how to make tea. Don't dislike it."

"This is my daughter, Rong Anna, 21 years old this year, should be one or two years younger than you, can be regarded as your sister, maybe you can become good friends."

"If you are 21 years old, you are as old as me," Su Qianci felt like she was said to be old. "I am 21 years old, and my birthday in October is not much older than her?"

Rong Haiyue froze, "Aren't you Song Yifan's daughter? It should be 22 or 23 years old, right?"

Rong Xuan only came back to him 22 years ago. With the face of Su Qianci, she can already assert that she is her daughter. If she and Song Yifan's child, then this child is at least 22 years old. Now, how could it be 21?

"How old are you, what is your business?" A cold voice came in, and the high heels sounded loudly. "Don't you want to nibble the grass when you are so old?" Politely, indistinctly, she even brought some contempt. "She is as big as your daughter, Rong Haiyue, and you are too distraught."

Everyone turned around almost at the same time, and at a glance, they saw the elegant and gorgeous lady.

Rong Xuan wore a royal blue cashmere coat with a thick cheongsam with long ankles, stepped on at least 5cm high heels, elegant and extravagant.

"Rong Xuan ..." Rong Haiyue shouted, and there was already a terrible guess in his heart, "Could it be ..."

"Let's go back," Rong Xuan looked at Li Sicheng and Su Qianci. "We have to deal with our family affairs. Outsiders are inconvenient to be present, so we won't give it away."

Su Qianci looked at her and couldn't help but overlap her with the one in Song Yifan's photo.

I thought of Song Yifan's life for so many years.

Su Qianci stood up and asked, "Rong Xuan, are you Rong Xuan?"

Rong Xuan obviously didn't want to take care of her meaning, his expression was cold.

"My grandma asked me to bring you a sentence when I saw you."

Rong Xuan listened and looked sideways. With a touch of emotion on his indifferent face, he asked, "Your grandmother?"

"It's my father Song Yifan's mother. She asked you: After being a daughter of the old Song family for a few years, you ruined everything in the old Song family. Have you ever regretted it?"