Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

We met at seven o'clock, now it's seven twenty.

Song Qianxi trotted all the way to Room 202, pushed the door open and entered.

I saw Zheng Xueying nodding and bowing with a smile, greeting a middle-aged couple.

The middle-aged couple Xu guessed Song Qianxi, and did not turn around with resentment, but the back was a bit familiar.

"Hmph, we are late for the appointment, what a shame!"

Father Han slapped the table angrily, so hard that the bowl and chopsticks trembled.

Zheng Xueying frowned, Song Qianxi has always had a sense of time, why are you late today?

She winked and waved at Song Qianxi.

Song Qianxi panted slightly while running, adjusted her breathing, straightened the folds of her clothes, and walked forward with a heavy heart to explain: "I'm sorry uncle and auntie, I'm late due to a small situation."

"Excuse! It's clearly not sincere, I don't think we need to see you again today." If he was sincere, he would definitely go out early and plead guilty. Father Han got up angrily, and was stunned for a moment when he turned his head to see Song Qianxi's face clearly.

"You, you are the girl in the lobby just now..."

Mother Han took a serious look, "It's true."

"So it's you." Song Qianxi was stunned, the fate was very strange, they helped him to pull Boss Bai away just now.

The last time I took a taxi and passed the studio, because the distance was too far and I couldn't see the faces of Han Ziqi's parents clearly, so Song Qianxi didn't recognize them immediately, she suddenly knelt down with a 'plop'.

There was no soft carpet in the restaurant box, and Song Qianxi was on her knees without any cushion.

The sound of kneecaps colliding with the ground echoed in the ears of several people.

"This……"

Han Ziqi's parents looked at each other flattered.

Song Qianxi straightened her back, looked at Han Ziqi's parents and said piously, "I'm sorry, uncle and aunt, I didn't protect Ziqi well, I know that Ziqi's death hit you hard, and it did the same for me.

People cannot be resurrected after death, what we can do is not to be sad but to seek justice for her.I swear to God, Ziqi's death has nothing to do with me, and I promise you, no matter how much I pay, I will find the murderer!

When the truth comes to light and the day the murderer is brought to justice, I will definitely take Ziqi's ashes and send her home to be buried in peace.If you don't dislike it, after a hundred years, I will give you a retirement pension! "

One word, one sentence, fell loudly.

Song Qianxi kowtowed three times, representing determination.

Han Ziqi's parents were moved to tears, and in an instant, the box was filled with depressed and sad emotions.

Zheng Xueying turned away and raised her hand to wipe her tears.

Song Qianxi kept kowtowing and didn't get up for a long time.

Thinking back to the past with Han Ziqi, my heart was sour, and I felt a pain like a needle prick.

"Son, get up, we believe in you..."

After an unknown amount of time, Han Mu's sobbing voice came from above her head.

She said believe, not forgive...

Song Qianxi raised her head in doubt, Mother Han helped Song Qianxi up, and explained: "A child who can not hesitate to offend others to help, we believe that you will not do such an extreme thing as killing someone."

On the way here, Song Qianxi was ready to be punched and kicked. She never thought that Han Ziqi's parents were so understanding. She had mixed feelings and cried, "Thank you...thank you for believing in me..."

"Thank you, we should also apologize to you."

Father Han took off his eyes, wiped away his tears, and said, "Before we misunderstood you and thought that you didn't know your mistakes and shirked responsibility, so we made a big fuss and caused a great negative impact on you."