Chapter 288

Then my sister really disappeared.

But he could not rely on the birthmark to find her. He had to pay his mother's trust.

Mother's wish before she died was to find her sister.

He found it later and took Han Xueyou to his mother's grave, but he always felt something was wrong.

He didn't know what was wrong until he met Shen Jiamu.

Maybe he found the wrong person at the beginning. Han Xueyou is not the sister he is looking for. The person he is looking for is the person in front of him.

Shen Jiamu——

Although there was not enough evidence to confirm it, and although there was no progress in all the data investigation, he was crazy to believe that the person in front of him was the sister he had been looking for.

He sometimes wondered if he could be crazy. When he saw her, he actually began to ask Su Jiu to investigate her information and stare at her like a Biantai.

Just because she feels like that person.

But even if he was crazy, Han Qing still didn't want to admit it at this time. He felt that he just wanted to finish what his mother gave him, which was also his heart disease from childhood to childhood.

He has been looking for his sister.

For more than 20 years, even after finding Han Xueyou, he felt that his heart had not really put down.

Although all the news is right, it feels wrong.

"Just, nothing," Han Qing pursed her thin lips and couldn't ask at last.

What if it scares her away after asking? Or to scare the snake, it will disturb the snow at that time.

Shen Jiamu said that she didn't understand the tangled expression on Han Qing's face and the deep pain engraved on the bottom of her eyes. The emotion emitted by his whole person was particularly tangled, and she could feel it sitting here.

Originally she thought he would ask, but unexpectedly he pressed it back.

Shen Jiamu was very curious. What kind of problem made it so difficult for him to say? Shen Jiamu's curiosity has been completely hooked up by him at this moment, so he can only answer: "Mr. Han, what's... Inconvenient?"

Hearing this, Han Qing's eyes fell on her face, stared at her eyebrows and eyes, and finally smiled bitterly: "nothing, this thing... I'll talk about it later."

Shen Jiamu: "

It seems that she can't get the answer today.

Shen Jiamu didn't think much, so he could only nod his head: "all right."

The dishes came up gradually, but Han Qing had no appetite for food. He just raised his hand and looked at the time of the clock, and then said, "there are still things to deal with in our company..."

Shen Jiamu hurriedly said, "Mr. Han, let's get busy first. I'll stay and have something to eat."

"OK."

Han Qing got up, nodded to Shen Jiamu, went to the front desk to settle the account, and then left the restaurant.

As soon as he left, Zhu Yun and uncle Jin quickly walked to her.

"Young grandma, what question did Mr. Han ask? He's mysterious and won't let us listen, and I think he looked very tangled when he left. What happened?"

Zhu Yun asked East and West like a curious baby. Shen Jiamu saw that she looked very steady in the villa. How come she came out like a curious baby?

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu smiled: "he didn't say anything."

"Didn't say anything?" Zhu Yun stared. "How could this be possible? I just saw that he said a lot of words to the young grandmother. Was it because the problem was too private, so the young grandmother didn't want to tell me?"

Uncle Jin: "... Zhu Yun!"

Zhu Yun reacted, stood up straight and didn't speak again.

Shen Jiamu said softly, "it's not what you think. He really wants to ask me a question, but... Maybe he hasn't thought about it himself, so he didn't ask anything at last. We've been out for a long time today. The food in this house looks good. You can sit down and eat together."

Zhu Yun and uncle Jin's face changed: "there's no reason for servants to eat with their master."

"How can there be so many servants? You are all very kind to me. Besides, I can't eat all by myself. Zhu Yun, please ask Uncle Jin to sit down."

Shen Jiamu was so easygoing that they were finally persuaded by her, and then sat down to share the delicious food with her.

On the way back, Zhu Yun suddenly hugged Shen Jiamu's arm: "young grandma is really the best person I've ever seen. Don't worry, I won't tell you a word about today."

Shen Jiamu: "

Nani, Zhu Yun is actually a foodie, isn't he? It looks like it was bought off by food.

"What happened today is not a big deal. Han Qing and I are exactly what you see. There is no special relationship."

"Uh huh!" Zhu Yun nodded vigorously, "don't worry, young grandma. Zhu Yun and uncle Jin can see that Han Qing has no other thoughts about you. He should be a gentleman."

"It's just... He seems to have a special feeling for you, but... I can't tell what it is..."

Hearing this, Shen Jiamu was silent. Unexpectedly, Zhu Yun, who met Han Qing for the first time, also had this emotion. She always thought that only she thought so, but because it was her private idea, she never dared to say more, for fear that others would say she thought too much.

Shen Jiamu also felt that special emotion.

Like a brother's care.

So later she told herself that it was probably because she and Xueyou were good sisters, and Han Qing was Xueyou's brother, so she had this feeling.

Xueyou

At the thought of her, Shen Jiamu's eyes sank again.

Her side, it's a problem.

I don't know when it can be solved. Yetingchen said to give her news, but he hasn't given it to him yet.

That night, yetingchen once again hugged Shen Jiamu to sleep.

In the dark, Shen Jiamu's breathing was uneven, and the chest of the people behind him fluctuated unevenly, "what's the matter? Don't you sleep yet?"

Shen Jiamu blinked in the dark, suddenly turned and fell into yetingchen's arms,

Night Tingchen was drilled by her, and the soft man hid in his arms. He couldn't help but hook his lips, and his thin lips fell on the top of her hair, "insomnia?"

"Hmm..." Shen Jiamu answered vaguely.

Night Tingchen was silent for a moment, suddenly stretched his big hand to her waist and gently stroked it. His voice was as low as a slowly pulling cello, dull and sexy.

"Since we can't sleep, then... Let's do something meaningful?"

The person who stayed in his arms was quiet for a moment, suddenly stretched out his hand and hammered him on the chest. Yetingchen drowned and ate the punch with a smile, and took the opportunity to hold her tightly for a few points: "just talk, why are you still angry?"

"Don't think about it!" Shen Jiamu said in a muffled voice.

"Can't even think about it?"

"No!"

"How overbearing." yetingchen couldn't help laughing, but he liked