Chapter 309

Looking at the empty door, Ling Xiao's cold heart lost spontaneously. Then, an angry roar came, devouring his reason.

"Rob."

With a little hoarse roar, Rob's scared butts came up from downstairs.

"What can I do for you, young master?"

"Give you an hour to investigate everything that has happened in her four years."

"An hour?" Rob looked at Ling Xiaohan in embarrassment.

After all, it's four years. It's such a long time span, and it's no big deal.

"Then half an hour. If it doesn't work out, get out of here."

Ling Xiao slammed the door again.

Rob took a look at the door of the library and then the bedroom.

"Ah."

With a deep sigh, I went to work without stopping.

Half an hour later.

Rob came back with a stack of information.

After entering the study, he began to report to Ling Xiaohan one by one.

"Young master, young lady lived in the hospital for a week after that night four years ago. During that period, her mother died. After that, she almost stayed indoors, had few classes, and lived like a walking corpse every day..."

"The next year, she recovered, made some friends in her class, and several boys chased her, but she refused..."

"In the third year, her school class stopped. She practiced in Jijia clothing and occasionally went out to work as a volunteer. Later, she saved a man who was injured all over and sent him to the hospital for treatment. Because Jijia clothing cooperated with the private hospital at that time to provide all the work clothes and hospital number clothes for this hospital. At that time, young lady often ran to that hospital 。 As time went by, I got acquainted with the man she saved. During my stay in the hospital, the man launched a strong pursuit for her. The young lady didn't agree with her. Later, a fire broke out in the hospital. In order to save the young lady, the man was called yechen. "

"What is his identity?"

Ling Xiaohan leans on the chair, taps his fingers on the desk and stares at rob.

"It's just an orphan. He has no identity. After his death, Ji Jiahou buried him. He bought a piece of land in the cemetery in the western suburb."

"Have you found out who wrote that red card today?"

"It sounds like yechen. It is said that it was a snowy day when he met his wife. On the day of his death, it happened to be another heavy snow. "

"Is there a possibility that he is not dead at all?" Ling Xiaohan asked abruptly, twisting his handsome eyebrows.

"Young master, would you like to dig a grave?" Rob opened his eyes and asked in horror.

According to the young master's temperament, it seems that we can dig graves.

"Dig your ancestral grave?" Ling Xiaohan doesn't get angry and flies a white eye.

Rob quickly shook his head. "Young master, please let my ancestral tomb go."

"What happened in a row these days is so strange that you keep tracking."

"Good."

Seeing that the young master's anger was suppressed little by little, rob wiped the sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Get up from the seat, open the door of the study, Ling Xiaohan goes to the master bedroom.

The door lock was screwed.

I found that it was locked inside.

This woman.

Actually, he was anti locked.

Clap the door. "Open the door."

"Don't open it. You have the ability to unload this door."

Ji Qianchen's faint voice came from the door.

"I don't unload today. I use the key."

Ling Xiaohan gives a look to the servant behind him.

Someone's going to get him the key right away.

Open the room door with the door lock.

Ji Qianchen is sitting on the sofa, holding a picture book in his hand, and quickly sketching it with a pencil.

Ling Xiaohan sits beside her and grabs the picture book in her hand.

Seeing the picture above, he almost breathed blood on the spot.

I drew a pig's head with three words of Ling Xiaohan written on it.

I drew a vinegar barrel with the words "Ling Xiao Han" written on it.

I drew a tiger with three characters of Ling Xiaohan on it.

Call him names in disguise.

"Do you want to continue?"

"Draw, why not."

Ji Qianchen grabbed the picture book and started painting again.

There is an indescribable loveliness in such a vigorous Ji Qianchen.

Just a few strokes, Ling Xiaohan snatched the picture book from her hand and threw it on the sofa.

Then she pulled her hand and put it in her palm. "I know I ate a dead man's vinegar. It's very ungracious."

"You know that?" Ji Qianchen turned a white eye without any words.

"So, in order to make up for it, I can accompany you to put incense on his grave."Ling Xiaohan's tenacity is not like a joke.

Ji Qianchen flashed a pair of bright eyes, looking at Ling Xiao's cold for a long time.

"Really? Are you going to dig a grave? "

“……” Ling Xiao is full of cold and black thread.

Why does rob say that? Even she does.

"I look like a grave robber?"

"Like, you may have stolen the body to see if it's dead?"

"Ji Qianchen!" Ling Xiaohan couldn't help his anger and shouted.

"Ling Xiaohan!" Ji Qianchen also roared with a thick neck.

I thought he had a big voice, and she had a big voice.

"I'm not jealous. I'm just angry. When you run to the past recklessly, you want to see him. You want him alive, right?"

Ling Xiaohan holds her shoulders, stares at her bright eyes and questions loudly.

That's why he's really angry.

A dead man, what vinegar does he have.

But as soon as she thought about it, she was so eager to find a dead man.

If that man is really alive, the man she confessed to be wrong is really yechen.

What will happen to her? Will she embrace her excitedly?

He couldn't imagine such a scene.

"I hope he's alive because I don't want to owe him a life."

"Then in case he really lives."

"It's impossible. I watched him burn with my own eyes, and I swallowed in front of me."

"Since it's impossible, you'll run after people who are similar to him again and again. You've done it more than once."

"I hope so, in case of hell."

The quarrel between the two men came to an abrupt end.

Ji Qianchen's care for that man far exceeded Ling Xiaohan's expectation.

Even more than Gu Yunxiu brought him panic.

Best of all, that man is dead.

Otherwise

The next day.

The sun is very good.

The snow in the yard is still melting and the temperature is getting lower.

When Ji Qianchen woke up, the Lingxiao cold beside the bed disappeared.

Wash and go downstairs.

Rob stood by, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums in his hand, full of misfortune.

"Radish, what are you doing with a bunch of chrysanthemums this morning?"

"Young lady, when you finish your breakfast later, the young master asked me to accompany you to visit the tomb of the man who saved your life. Thank him for saving you. "

"Is he serious?" Ji Qianchen frowned at the fresh white chrysanthemum.