Chapter 212

"How do I know if what you say is true or false?" After all, there is a sense of joy: "I don't even know who you are."

"Miss Yan, there is only one chance. If you can grasp it, Qiao Qiao can not only find someone, but also be a lively person, otherwise..."

He gave a sneer: "otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen!"

"Who are you?"

"Miss Yan, I'll give you three days to think about it. During this period, I'll send you an express to prove the credibility of what I said. If you want to understand, call me and I'll wait for you."

When the man finished, he hung up the phone. Huanyan was holding her cell phone, frowning. At the same time, a fire of hope lit up in her heart, which made her full of power in an instant.

For five years, someone finally told her that Qiao Qiao was still alive.

"Dong Dong..." there was a knock at the door, followed by Lin Zheng's anxious voice: "Huan Yan, are you in there?"

Huanyan stood up from the ground. The cut on her neck had scabbed, but she was still chilly, reminding her of her identity.

With a wry smile, she took the note paper from the table, put it in her pocket, went to the door and opened it.

In the dim environment, she saw the deep love in Lin Zheng's eyes: "Huanyan, are you ok?"

Huan Yan asked coldly, "how do you know I'm here?"

"I... what I heard..." Lin Zheng was a little guilty.

"Are you following me?"

The Feng Mou that happy Yan accumulates full of cold idea Picks: "why do you follow me? I'm just an ordinary tenant, and the rent I owed has been paid. "

"I'm not... I'm not..." Lin Zheng was incoherent.

"I've already found a house, and I've moved out these days," she said in a cold voice

At the end of the speech, she sidled by Lin Zheng and walked out quickly.

Lin Zheng caught up with her step: "Huanyan, I'll take you home, my car..."

Huanyan clenched her fist and turned back to say coldly, "don't follow me any more!"

Lin Zheng was stunned. She was standing in the light. The bloodstain on her neck was dazzling, which made her heart come up in an instant.

But touching her cold and strange eyes, Lin Zheng opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

Huanyan resolutely turned around and walked forward in his look of heartache and remorse.

Lin Zheng stubbornly followed her downstairs and watched her get into a taxi.

In the rear-view mirror, Huan Yan saw Lin Zheng driving the black Land Rover around the corner. From time to time, she recalled the words of Lao Ba and the strange man.

"I know you've found a new backing, but that boy is not a simple person either..."

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I can help you find the person you want to find..."

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In the early morning, an Xiaoxiao was awakened by the sound of the piano. When she opened her eyes, it was the light of the sunshine passing through the gauze curtain.

This scene makes her feel like a trance. It seems that she has gone back to her old high school days. Her mother makes breakfast and plays piano music while cleaning. She gets up, eats breakfast and goes to school in the wonderful piano music

At that time, the days were slow but warm.

An Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and got out of bed. Suddenly, her mind began to churn over some distant past events.

It seems that piano music has always been the standard of qingshuiju. At breakfast, lunch and dinner, my mother will always play piano music. She says that's what my father likes to listen to.

dad!

This word is almost zero in an Xiaoxiao's impression. She has never seen her father since she can remember. She has never seen a group photo of the three members of her family. She has never even seen a picture of her father.

She didn't know what he looked like, but her mother always said she looked like her father.

An Xiaoli stood in front of the mirror. The graceful girl winked at her. She laughed and said in a low voice: "Hello, Dad."

She tied her long hair into a ponytail, stepped on her slippers and went downstairs. At the corner of the stairs, her eyes were fixed by the French window.

In front of the white piano, the man is dressed in white and swims skillfully on the black and white keys.

His cold and resolute facial features add a bit of softness and tenderness. His short black hair is flying. The morning light seems to make a magic, making his whole person ethereal and beautiful.

An Xiaoxiao only felt her heart thumping, as if a magic string was gently fluctuating.

At this moment, she wanted the picture in front of her eyes to become eternal, so she took out her mobile phone and took a picture very devoutly.

When the last note falls, Jiang Mu Ye looks up and sees that an Xiaoxiao is standing on the stairs with a dull face. Her bright eyes are clearer and clearer, and her face is full of spring

Jiang Muye hooked her lips: "what are you so absorbed in?"

An Xiao Leng, suddenly red face, bow her head, step by step she walked over: "Mu ye, you play the piano very well."

"Well." Jiang Muye light should be a: "a little fool taught."

"Eh?" Ann small suddenly thought of the grandfather said that he took home the girl, she pursed her lips asked: "childhood?"

Jiang Mu Ye looked at her with an unpredictable look: "she thinks so."

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Just now, he must have been blind to realize that he was so handsome that he never came before!

"I'm going to make breakfast. What do you want to eat?" An Xiaoxiao's tone suddenly became stiff.

Jiang Mu Ye laughs and kowtows to her head: "whatever."

An Xiaoxiao snorted and turned to leave. Jiang Muye called her, "it seems that you took a picture of me just now."

An Xiao Leng, hesitated for a moment, in the heart head still some not to give up, finally or toot mouth to throw the mobile phone to him: "take to delete, who RARE!"

Then she turned and left, her back was silent protest.

Jiang Muye gave a low smile. His mobile phone turned a circle in the palm of his hand. When he got it, he found that an Xiaoxiao had set a password.

But the pediatrician's nine bar code made it easy for him to crack, and then he entered his fingerprint into the fingerprint lock identification.

Just about to open her photo album, a phone call came from Yu Lin.

Jiang Mu Ye looks up at the kitchen. An Xiao is turning his back to him. He is cutting tomatoes at the cooking table. It seems that he is making sandwiches.

He thought for a moment and answered, "Mom, I'm Muye."

Yu Lin Leng Leng: "Oh, Muye, little."

"She's... Making breakfast. Recently we live in qingshuiju, so we didn't ask the chef to come." Jiang Muye explained.

"Oh, that's it." Yulin laughed: "the little boy hasn't caused you any trouble recently, has he?"

"No Jiang Mu Ye's answer was simple, and then he said, "doctor Qin called me yesterday and said that you are recovering very well. I hope you can go over a few times, and he will continue to help you to recuperate."

"Well, please, Muye." Yu Lin is very polite to thank him.

After a moment's silence, Jiang Muye asked, "Mom, what can I do for you? Shall I call her? "

"No, No."

Yu Lin laughs: "it's no big deal. She asked me about living in Qingshui when you were a child some time ago, but the child seems to have forgotten that it was you... It's not surprising that she was about five years old at that time. How could she remember so clearly?"