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They were siblings!

That was the truth.

He asked about his mother and his father.

Then, because she knew about him and Huang Jingjing, she went to the hospital.

Song Zimo's face was extremely pale, and the voice in his mind continuously grew louder. All of these proved that Fang Kexin was speaking the truth.

There was only one reasonable reason to explain the problems.

"Songtong?"

Fang Kexin whispered in her ear: "Why do you need to shut up? Isn't that a good thing? You and Jingjing just happened to get married, didn't you? "

Song Zimo knew that Huang Jingjing was blatantly humiliating him, but he didn't have enough time to pay attention.

"Who else knows about this other than you?"

His gaze was filled with a special meaning as he quickly calmed down and asked this.

"No one knows except me, but I'm a gossiper. I don't know if I'll tell anyone else in the future." Fang Kexin looked at Song Zimo and said.

The greed in her eyes was self-evident.

Song Zimo heaved a sigh of relief and replied calmly: "Speak, how much do you want?"

Joy appeared on Fang Kexin's face, but just at this moment, she saw the look of contempt in Song Zimo's eyes.

She paused before opening her mouth again without any hesitation, "5 million. Give me 5 million and I will shut up. I might even disappear from A City."

Without hesitation, Song Zimo wrote down a cheque and passed it to Fang Kexin: "Don't forget what you have said!"

Fang Kexin paused for a moment, and then smiled as he held the cheque in his hand: "Don't worry Songtong, I will definitely keep this a secret!"

She got out of the car holding the check tightly.

After Fang Kexin left, Song Zimo suddenly lowered his head and leaned on the steering wheel.

Just now, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Accompanying the stomachache were waves of heartache.

Because of what Fang Kexin said, Song Zimo went to the hospital later than usual.

But Huang Fan did not doubt that his body was getting better and better. Although he could not recover his original look, he was happy that he managed to survive.

Looking at Huang Fan who was lying on the bed, Song Zimo's heart was in a mess.

He carefully looked at Huang Fan. Everyone knew that Huang Fan was ugly, but Song Zimo was definitely a beautiful man.

No matter how he looked at it, the two did not seem to be father and son. Song Zimo suddenly wavered a little when he heard Fang Kexin's words.

"Zimo, what are you thinking about?"

Huang Fan saw that Song Zimo had something on his mind, and asked.

Song Zimo looked at Huang Fan, and in his heart he was still suspicious of Fang Kexin's words, maybe she was too careless, was Fang Kexin deceiving her?

As he thought of this, he decided to probe further, and said: "Jingjing came to find me today, saying that she wants to marry me … …"

"No way!" Huang Fan stopped Song Zimo in his tracks of speech. Seemingly anxious, he began to cough violently. "Cough cough … You can't marry anyone else, or I will! "

Seeing that, Song Zimo anxiously stepped forward to pacify him. "Don't worry, I won't marry her, I don't want to harm Jingjing my whole life …"

After a long time, Huang Fan finally managed to calm Huang Fan down.

And the light in Song Zimo's eyes became dimmer and dimmer.

When they left the hospital, Song Zimo felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

He had been bullied countless times. He grew up in an orphanage and relied on his own hard work to get into college. It wasn't easy for him to meet the girl he liked, but because of his family background, he was separated.

When he returned, the girl was already married.

Even now, after so much difficulty in meeting his family, the heavens had actually played such a big joke on him.

Song Zimo's heart became heavier and heavier.

In a bar, Song Zimo drank bottle after bottle of beer for himself.

He drank until he was dizzy, and in the end, he started to miss Su Ranqing no matter what.

He frantically held down the phone, wanting to call Su Ranqing.

On the other side of the phone, the moment Su Ranqing fell asleep, her phone started to vibrate.

She suddenly woke up, and upon seeing the caller ID showing that it was Song Zimo, she hesitated a little.

Should I pick it up?

She looked to the side, seeing that Qiao Lingyu had not come back tonight, and said that he had gone to have fun.

She gritted her teeth. It's the middle of the night, but this phone call is too weird.

She threw the phone to the side.

He thought that since Song Zimo couldn't get through, he wouldn't try to call again, but unexpectedly, his phone started to ring.

The sound of his phone trembling caused Su Ranqing to be extremely upset.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and pressed the answer button.

"Dye …"

The familiar address made Su Ranqing startled, and then she realised that Song Zimo's condition wasn't right.

"Where are you?"

"I missed you so much …"

Song Zimo's voice seemed to be very sad.

Su Ranqing could not help but frown when she heard this, "Where are you? Song Zimo, what are you doing? "

"Dye! I miss you so much! Don't leave me!"

Su Ranqing's brows furrowed even more. As she coaxed Song Zimo, she asked him where he was.

The current Song Zimo was like a child, treating Su Ranqing as his only reliance. Clenching his teeth, in the end, Su Ranqing still couldn't help but put on her clothes and get up.

She really did not know what to do, Song Zimo was not in a good condition, and she knew that Song Zimo did not have any family, if she did not care about him, no one would know if something happened to him.

Su Ranqing softened her heart in the end.

She quickly donned her clothes and rushed towards the direction of the bar where Song Zimo was.

In the bustling and noisy place, she saw the intoxicated Song Zimo with a single glance.

As he lamented in her heart, Su Ranqing still brought Song Zimo to find a room.

Looking at the sleeping Song Zimo, Su Ranqing felt a little headache. She had originally wanted to leave, but's hand held her arm tightly.

She had no choice but to sit on the bed and pacify Song Zimo.

Song Zimo was drunk like a child.

"It hurts …"

Faint mumbling came out of Song Zimo's mouth.

"Where does it hurt?" Su Ranqing could not help but ask worriedly.

Song Zimo pulled Su Ranqing's arm with one hand and tightly held onto her chest with the other: "It's so painful …"

Su Ranqing was a little anxious.

Four years ago, Song Zimo did not have any stomach ailments, so she did not know where Song Zimo's pain came from.

"You wait for me to call a doctor for you."

she cried, and tried to turn around.

"Don't go!"

Song Zimo suddenly used a bit of strength, causing him to be unable to guard against falling down like this.

However, before she fell, she reached out to support her body as per habit. However, the place she held herself up for a moment wasn't quite right.

Song Zimo immediately groaned.