After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 603 We are the same kind
Yu Jinwen knew that Nan Song could not have thought about it.

I must have already known it in my heart.

This is true.

Even if Nan Song didn't want to think too much about it, the few words Cheng Xian told her at the police station made her stop thinking about it.

Sometimes it is like this, the authorities are confused, but the bystanders know clearly.

Problems that others could see at a glance had to take several twists and turns before she, the client, could think of them.

"I have many enemies, overtly and covertly. There are only a few strong enemies in the shopping mall, and the biggest one has even formed an alliance."

Nan Song looked at Yu Jinwen, squinting and smiling.

Yu Jinwen didn't expect that she could still joke about this kind of thing. He was slightly startled and couldn't help but laugh too. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

"Yes, Yu and Nan have become strategic partners. This is an issue that I never dared to consider before."

Now the two of them are like grasshoppers on a rope.

"However," Nan Song changed the subject, a hint of coolness appeared in his eyes, "I really can't think of anyone who can use such despicable means to destroy two of our generals and treat human life as trivial. He has the courage to provoke the Nan family so blatantly. Even if Jiang Fan has the courage, he does not have the ability."

She directly said Jiang Fan's name, which made Yu Jinwen's pupils shrink.

In fact, until now, they all tacitly knew that the person who was causing trouble in the Nan clan and framed Nan Song was closely related to Jiang Fan, but they did not declare it to their mouths. First of all, there was no conclusive evidence. Who They are not willing to regard friends as enemies; secondly, if they speak out, they are afraid that Nansong will not be able to get through.

Jiang Fan was the person Nan Song promoted, and he was also her right-hand man.

No one can understand the pain of cutting off one of your arms with a wave of your hand more than the person involved.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song distressedly, "I thought you would..."

"Thought I'd be sad, didn't you?"

A bitter smile appeared on Nan Song's lips, "It's normal to be sad. Not only am I sad, I'm also sad. I'm sad that he clearly has something on his mind, but he refuses to tell me anything. It's clear that he doesn't trust me enough, or in his heart, There are things more important than me, the Binan family, and the lives of his brothers, so that even now, he still refuses to show his face, refuses to confront me head-on, and hides in the dark like a shrunken turtle... The Jiang Fan I know is not like this."

There was a flash of pain in her eyes.

Yu Jinwen knew the anger and injustice in her heart at this moment, so he touched her head with his generous palm to comfort her.

"As long as we are human, we have feelings. You and Jiang Fan grew up together, and now you are drifting apart, and no one can live with it. This is how people's lives are. At a certain stage, they will face different choices. Some The choice may not be what you want, but as long as you choose, you have to bear it."

Yu Jinwen's voice was low, "He chooses the path he wants to take, and you choose the path you want to take. Whether we will reach the same destination through different paths depends on God's arrangements."

Nan Song thought about Yu Jinwen's words and felt that his heart was so heavy that he could not breathe.

The night was like a big black net, tightly covering the city.

Jiang Fan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in his mouth, staring quietly at the boundless night outside, with a cold and numb expression on his face, like a sculpture.

Looking at the lights of thousands of homes outside, there was no warmth in his heart, because no home belonged to him.

A slim figure walked towards him. The woman was wearing a bean paste-colored silk sling. She stepped on the soft plush carpet with her bare feet. She walked towards the man step by step, her toes on the ground, her movements were light, and she didn't make the slightest sound until The soft body pressed against his back, and Jiang Fan stiffened and came back to his senses.

Compared with the touch of her body that was unique to women, the fragrance emanating from her body was what made him feel a little dazed.

Song Xi was also smeared with rose essential oil.

It smells very similar to Nan Song's.

That night, it was this smell that fascinated him, making him fall into a dreamlike scene, as if he was in heaven.

Maybe I haven't woken up from this dream yet. "Why are you in a daze?"

The woman's voice was delicate and soft, just like her body.She turned to him from behind, staring at him intently with a pair of red phoenix eyes.

"What are you looking at? What are you thinking about?"

She asked, looking back, "Are you wondering why among the thousands of lights outside, none of them are lit for you?"

Jiang Fan didn't speak, but his body couldn't help but shiver, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Song Xi caught it and chuckled, "It seems I guessed it right."

Jiang Fan pursed his lips and said nothing.

She has always been so powerful. From the first time they met, she was like a roundworm in his stomach, able to read what he was thinking, and she could even tell him things he didn't want to think subconsciously. Come out... At first he thought he had found his soul mate and confidante; now, he only felt terrible.

Rather than saying that she understood him, it was better to say that she was using him.

Use the obsession in his heart and the demonic obstacles in his heart to help her achieve her goal.

"But do you know what I'm thinking about?" she asked suddenly.

Jiang Fan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his voice a little hoarse from just smoking, accompanied by the smell of tobacco, "What are you thinking about?"

Song Xi turned back and looked out the window, her eyes empty and silent.

"I'm thinking that the scenery seen from a high place is different. It seems that all living beings are just weak ants. With a gentle twist of the hand, you can crush them into slag, or even crush their bones into ashes. You Said, in the eyes of those big shots, were we once just like ants? If they want us to laugh, we have to laugh; if they want us to cry, we have to cry. Our destiny is always in their control In their hands.”

Jiang Fan listened to her words with his usual expression. He just took a puff of cigarette and said, "You think too much. The big shots are very busy and have no time to play with us."

"Am I overthinking, or are you too naive?"

Song Xi turned her head suddenly, stared at him with slightly stern eyes, took the cigarette out of his hand, and put it out on the window with her backhand. The clean window was stained with traces of ash.

"Do you need me to remind you again? You are the son of Nan's driver. Your surname is Jiang, not Nan."

Song Xi sneered and raised his hand to poke Jiang Fan on the shoulder, "In Nan Song's eyes, you are just a dog. Wherever she points, your tail will wag. If you dare to disobey, she will She can abandon you in a minute. To her, you are a dispensable existence. Just like Qian Zhengwei and Miao Jiang, she won't feel bad even if you die..."

"Shut up!"

Jiang Fan only felt that these sounds were like knives piercing deep into his heart, cutting his nerves. He held his head in pain, "Stop talking!"

But the voice continued, "Don't forget, it was your father who betrayed the Nan family, Nan Ningsong and Luo Yin, and you betrayed Nan Song. You and your father are the same people. You are both Nan Ningsong and Nan Song." Traitors of the family. Nan Ningsong and Luo Yin can abandon your father, Nan Song can also abandon you. Sooner or later, you and your father will end up with the same end, and they will die a bad death with no bones left!"

He must die a good death, with no bones left...

He must die a good death, with no bones left...

Jiang Fan's head felt like a huge wave was stirred up by the propeller of a helicopter. His head was buzzing and he had a splitting headache.

He held his head and let out a heartbreaking roar, "Ah——"

"Stop talking, I beg you, please stop talking."

Looking at Jiang Fan who was kneeling on the ground in pain, Song Xi smiled.

She slowly knelt down, hugged him, and patted his back gently.

"It doesn't matter, Nan Song doesn't want you, I want you. We are both poor people in this world. You and her are from two different worlds. We are the same kind."

(End of this chapter)