It took Jiang Yunxi a few minutes to digest these four words.
Meng Shu?
She covered the hot cup wall with both hands. At this moment, she seemed to have lost her sense of pain.
In front of the desk, Song Boyan had taken off his suit and rolled up the cuffs of his shirt on his left wrist while speaking: "Meng Shu is one year younger than you. It's not an exaggeration to say that you two were 'childhood sweethearts'. I remember when you were in junior high school." , he just likes to follow you, and he often gets close to you when he comes to the Song family."
"He has been traveling to Country F so frequently in the past few years, probably because of you."
The gentle but determined tone made her heart drop.
In the study room, the soft yellow light reflected the retro and simple wallpaper. Under the silence, Jiang Yunxi could not feel peace, but only indescribable depression.
She raised her head and saw Song Boyan¡¯s deep and gentle face.
"However, this gentleness is linked to cruelty.
The eldest brother she has looked up to since childhood wants to marry her to a playboy.
"Did I make her unhappy by participating in a variety show?" Jiang Yunxi looked straight at Song Boyan, demanding an answer: "So, as soon as the eldest brother came back, he was busy supporting her."
It¡¯s like Cha Rongxun¡¯s taxation.
Song Boyan turned around and faced Jiang Yunxi: "You feel wronged by marrying into the Meng family?"
Jiang Yunxi clutched the white porcelain cup tightly.
A rhetorical question would deprive her of the right to question.
even¡ª¡ª
Song Boyan asked her to marry Meng Shu, not in the tone of consulting her, as if the matter had been sealed.
Over the years, she only missed Song Boyan's kindness, but she forgot the awe in her heart.
It is not accurate to say that we are in awe.
She is a little afraid of Song Boyan, the eldest brother.
Because she knew very well that Song Boyan was not really a good person under his gentleness.
¡°Otherwise, Song Jinyang¡¯s mother would not still be living overseas.
Song Boyan explicitly prohibited her from coming back.
She can still sit here, but Song Boyan still cares about her growing up in the Song family.
She was silent for a long time, and then heard Song Boyan say: "Meng Shu is not calm enough to be frivolous, but it does not prevent him from being the eldest son of the Meng family. If you marry him, you can just look after him."
This unreasonable tone made her heart bleed.
Jiang Yunxi finally said: "If it were Tang Li, would you let her marry Meng Shu?"
¡ª¡ªMarry a libertine who changes women like clothes.
It didn¡¯t take long for her to wait for the answer.
Song Boyan said: "Yunxi, don't forget, you were raised by the Song family."
"If it was Tang Li who was fostered in the Song family back then, would the eldest brother also be with her?"
She was unwilling after all.
So, insist on wanting a result.
"If it were Tang Li, would the eldest brother ignore the secular world?"
Song Boyan did not avoid her gaze, and his expression did not change. Then, he gave the answer: "It is never the secular gaze that can influence a person's emotions."
Jiang Yunxi¡¯s lips parted slightly.
However, before she spoke this time, Song Boyan said slowly: "I always thought you were a smart girl. Tang Li can please me. Her age or life experience have never been the decisive factor."
As he spoke, he still looked at Jiang Yunxi gently: "Fortunately, it's not too late for you to understand now."
Isn¡¯t it too late?
Since she was ten years old, her imaginary groom was Song Boyan.
She came from afar wearing a wedding dress and holding a bouquet. Her eldest brother, who always loved her, was waiting at the finish line. Amid the blessings of her relatives and friends, the eldest brother put on the ring for her and then lifted her veil
But now, these all belong to another woman.
"It would be great if your mother would take over matters related to the wedding."
Song Boyan added: "If the Jian family doesn't care, my eldest brother will also make preparations for you."
Jiang Yunxi couldn't help but close her eyes.
To her, this is the cruelest kindness in the world.
"If I want my eldest brother to be a witness, will my eldest brother agree?"
Song Boyan nodded: "Of course."
At this moment, Song Boyan is undoubtedly the elder brother who loves his sister, "It's your first time to get married, and it's also your last time. There's nothing wrong with my eldest brother being the witness."
There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart, but that's the case.Before leaving, Jiang Yunxi stepped on her feet.
But she didn¡¯t look back, ¡°I will marry Meng Shu, but I will not forgive you, eldest brother.¡±
Song Baiyan stood tall by the desk, and before Jiang Yunxi went out, he said: "In the future, there will be less trouble with Tang Li."
Jiang Yunxi squeezed her handbag tightly and walked straight out.
As soon as she left the main building, she saw Tang Li dozens of meters away.
Tang Li took the stairs on the other side.
It is still a cap, mask and black T-denim shorts, showing endless youthful vitality.
Jiang Yunxi came out of the gate of Tan Palace and saw Meng Shu leaning on the driver's door smoking next to her car. There were three or four cigarette butts on the ground. .
Almost at the same time, Meng Shu also discovered her.
Meng Shu immediately put out a cigarette and came over: "Guo Li called me and asked me to come to Tan Palace to pick him up. He said that there might be something good waiting for me. Do you know what it is?"
The unhealed scar in Jiang Yunxi¡¯s heart was torn apart again.
Looking at Meng Shu¡¯s sky blue polo shirt and pure white casual trousers, he wears a completely different style from Song Boyan. He is like a morning glory attracting bees and butterflies. Apart from being frivolous, there is nothing mature or stable at all.
Thinking of the marriage, she spit hard on Meng Shu's face.
Then, he pushed him away and drove away.
Meng Shu wiped off the spit with his hands, turned around and kicked the fence, and both of them vented their anger on him. Are you sick? !
Tang Li stepped into the main building and climbed to the second floor with ease.
When I met the internal affairs staff in the corridor, I stopped and asked them to find out where Song Boyan was.
He took off his peaked cap and stuffed it into his bag, turned into a butterfly and flew to the study.
There were no guards outside the study door.
Tang Li approached and found that the door was not closed tightly, so he simply pushed it open and went in.
The president¡¯s private study is flanked by tall bookshelves.
It is filled with all kinds of books.
Tang Li passed by the bookshelf and picked out a book. Just as he was about to search for Song Boyan, a doting voice came from behind the bookshelf: "What book did you choose?"
¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª
I have never properly thanked everyone for their support, so I¡¯m going to express my sincere gratitude tonight!