Time and you are my fault

The surrounding guests looked at each other in blank dismay, staring at the man standing in the middle of the crowd who was still in high spirits a minute ago.

But at this moment, he is like a withered tree, the leaves of which are flying down, and a lingering sense of depression lingers around him.

Half an hour later, the number of cars arrived at Zhulin Road.

In the living room of the villa, Lian Shanshan looked at the group of people who walked in with red eyes in fear.

Zong Yanxiu, who was the leader, had extremely low air pressure all over his body. He scanned the people in the room, his face became more and more gloomy.

His eyes fell on Lian Shanshan, "What did Chui tell you last night?"

Lian Shanshan backed away frightened by his eyes, and in the next second, she was surrounded by a sense of security.

Han Qifeng frowned slightly, with a displeased expression on his face, "Chu Yi has grown legs, why does she want to run away from Shanshan, why are you threatening her?"

Zong Yanxiu ignored the two, and looked at the old lady Qiao, "Grandma."

During this period, Mrs. Qiao had already figured out what to do, "I got up at five o'clock and went downstairs. The room looked like this. I called Yiyi, but she didn't answer."

Side meaning, I don't know, don't ask me.

All of a sudden, all available means were used, and the entire capital was looking for today's runaway bride.

Cheng Xiangyi looked around, and then said to Mo Shaoming, "Where's your mother?"

Zong Yanxiu also found out that Mrs. Mo didn't show up.

Mrs. Mo and Cheng Xiangyi were friends with handkerchiefs, and Cheng Xiangyi would tell Mrs. Mo about anything.

It's strange that Mrs. Mo doesn't show up on such a big day.

Mo Shaoming said calmly, "Something happened at home last night, and my mother was in a hurry to deal with it."

The industries under the Mohist family are in charge of the information flow, the family's family has a huge business sector, and the Han family has the first-class red rights in the capital.

Han Qifeng took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his elder brother to help find someone.

But Lian Shanshan suddenly pinched her finger.

He looked at her suspiciously.

Lian Shanshan quietly shook her head at him.

Han Qifeng immediately understood, put down his phone, and just looked deeply at Lian Shanshan's guilty little face.

From six o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock in the evening, a large number of manpower was used to check the whereabouts of a person.

But there is no news.

Chu Yi seemed to have evaporated from the world, there was no shadow in the surveillance, even the nearby driving recorder was checked, and there was not even a trace of clues.

The tall and straight figure standing on the balcony, from the cold and quiet at the beginning to the agitation now, he is like a spring that is stretched to the extreme, if any force is applied, the person will collapse.

The sky gradually darkened, dark clouds were densely covered, and the patter of light rain densely filled the sight.

The weather forecast said that the last week would be sunny, but now it suddenly rained.

Zong Yanxiu looked at the rain curtain like a sculpture.

Suddenly, the phone in his hand vibrated a few times.

As if waking up from a dream, he picked it up and checked.

A message came from the number he had dialed hundreds of times.

He immediately clicked to check it, but the content on it made his already pale face even uglier.

Snapped--
The phone slipped from his palm and fell to the floor.

Cheng Xiangyi had been paying attention to the changes in his son, and hurried over to pick up the phone.

"Yan Zu, why..." All the words came to an abrupt end after seeing the content on the screen clearly.

Cheng Xiangyi didn't dare to show her anger. She raised her head stiffly and looked at Zong Yanxiu, "This...is it true?"

Zong Yanxiu murmured as if he had lost his soul.

"She knows..."

On the screen of the phone was the paternity test report about Zong Yanxiu and Zong Qiyu.

And with a line of text.

【Zong Yanxiu, I see. 】

At that time, Chu Yi was sitting on the balcony of Sheng Jinghuai's private residence, and the pattering rain fell from the eaves, landing on her arms and calves.

It was very cold, but she didn't think it was colder than her own heart.

The phone starts to vibrate.

The flashing screen is that group of familiar note numbers.

The more she looked, the hotter her eyes became, and the tighter her throat became.

Mixed with the rain on the screen, she pressed the answer button several times before she actually connected.

A man's trembling voice came from the opposite side, "Yiyi, where are you?"

Chewie sighed.

"I'll go find you, can you tell me? I'll explain to you."

On the phone, there was only the faint sound of the wind, without Chu Yi's voice.

"Yi?"

Chu Yi also wanted to speak, but she really didn't know what to say.

"Chui! Answer me! Talk!"

In an instant, there was a deathly silence in the living room.

Countless lines of sight fell on the back that seemed tall and straight, but could fall over at any moment.

He was still so tall, but now he looked humble and insignificant.

"I'm here."

She answered.

He felt that the frozen blood began to flow again.

It's good to talk, and it's good to care about him.

He lowered his voice and lowered his posture, "Yiyi, where are you, I'll look for you, huh?"

Chu Yi smiled lightly, "Aren't you angry? I ran away from marriage and left you and all your relatives and friends aside. You should be angry."

"I'm not angry, Yiyi, I'm not angry, tell me, where are you?" He spoke urgently, afraid that she would hang up the phone.

The mood of those present was extremely complicated.

No one has ever seen such a humble side of him, even the woman who let him go on the wedding day and made him lose face, he didn't show any anger at all.

It was just that she was simply afraid that she would not show up, that she would hang up the phone, and that she would never see her again.

How much love is it?

No one can describe it.

Chu Yi blinked, "Zong Yanxiu, I will go to Zhulin Road to find you tomorrow."

"Now, how about now? I'll pick you up, huh?" He spoke cautiously in a negotiating tone.

"It's late, I'm going to bed, I'm very tired." Her voice was weak and tired.

After that, I hung up the phone.

Zong Yanxiu took the phone from his ear, looked at the interface where the call was hung up, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

the other side.

Sheng Jinghuai brought Chu Yi back to the room, and closed the sliding door to cut off the wind and rain outside.

"Going back?" he asked.

"We have to face it all the time." Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking about something irrelevant.

"I'll accompany you," he said.

Chu Yi raised her eyes, glanced at him, and then chuckled, "Sheng Jinghuai, did your injury heal last time?"

"It's okay, he can't beat me now." He also smiled.

"But he has help."

"Me too." He looked at Chu Yi.

"If you help me, no one will dare to touch me."