Because it was too late, Song Xiangsi did not reply to Qiao Anhao's WeChat. She got out of bed with her cell phone, threw herself into a coat, and walked out of the bedroom. She saw Xu Jiamu standing alone on the balcony of the living room, looking out the window smoking.

I don’t know how long he had been standing there or how many cigarettes he sucked. The smell of smoke from the balcony floated into the house, making it a little choking.

Song Xiangsi turned on the ventilation machine and walked over slowly.

Xu Jiamu held a cigarette in one hand and lowered his head, looking at his phone intently, so that Song Xiangsi didn't even notice anything when he walked to the balcony.

Lu Jinnian's voice came from his phone, and Song Xiangsi could hear it. It was an exclusive interview with Lu Jinnian yesterday afternoon.

Xu Jiamu was just wearing a thin pajamas. The temperature on the balcony was around zero degrees, which made people tremble. Song Xiangsi had to turn around, return to the bedroom, take a blanket, fold it back, and then put it on Xu Jiamu.

Xu Jiamu turned his head, looked at Song Xiangsi, then stepped back from the video of his mobile phone, took a puff of cigarettes, and asked, "Why are you awake?"

Song Xiangsi looked at the cigarette butts falling around Xu Jiamu, frowned, wanting to tell him why he smoked so much cigarette, but finally stopped. She knew that he had been in a bad mood these days, and she also knew that he was hesitating in his heart. On one hand, he was his brother and best friend, and on the other hand, his mother, which was indeed a bit difficult to choose.

Since ancient times, those who have destroyed relatives for justice have been passed down through the ages, but who knows how much pain and struggle those people have experienced in the process of destroying relatives for justice? For them, the kind of praise is equivalent to exposing scars again and again.

Song Xiangsi blinked and replied: "When I went to the toilet, I saw that you were not here, I came out."

After pausing, Song Xiangsi said again: "It's such a cold day, why don't you wear a piece of clothes? What should I do if it's frozen?"

Before Xu Jiamu had a car accident and before she could say that the end between them, Song Xiangsi was so proud of the queen. In front of him, she always looked reasonable and tender.

Perhaps she was very obedient and obedient, so he stayed with her for seven years, and he never thought of separating from this woman.

Now, she suddenly spoke to him in such a kind of caring and gentle look, which made him a little surprised and even a little dazzled.

Song Xiangsi was a little uncomfortable with Xu Jiamu's eyes staring. She moved her gaze away, and accidentally touched the phone in her pocket with her fingers. Then, as if she remembered something, she touched it out, clicked on the WeChat message that Qiao Anhao sent to her, and handed it to Xu Jiamu: "Your brother and Qiao Qiao and others are ready to go abroad."

"Going abroad?" Xu Jiamu was puzzled, then lowered his head and carefully read the message sent by Qiao Anhao. After reading it, his face turned pale in an instant.

Is this what I mean by immigrating?

Does this mean that we will never come back from now on?

Did his mother force them to the point where they could only go to the path of leaving their hometown?

"I think it's because of the child. I guess they don't want the child to be born, and rumors spread everywhere behind him."

Xu Jiamu did not respond, but turned his head slowly and stared at the night outside the window, looking silent.

Song Xiangsi didn't bother him, and just accompanied him quietly on such a quiet night.
Chapter completed!