Chen Yinxu sighed, went to the desk of the book, picked up a newspaper, looked at it and said to her, "it's not that I don't respect your choice, but I have no children and treat you as my daughter all the time, so I want you to find a good destination. Take a look at this."
He handed her the newspaper with a heavy face.
Fang Jiamei slowly reached for it, turned the newspaper and looked at the news headlines.
This is a year ago's newspaper. It's about the trouble in the red light district.
Fang Jiamei, who has lived here for many years, can read all French.
A year ago, in April, a group of people made trouble in the red light district and killed two people. All the people at the scene inhaled drugs and were taken away by the police. They were sentenced and detained.
The scene of the photo is very vague, but the man is easy to recognize. He is the only one with a Chinese face, lying on the ground covered with blood. In the photo, his eyes are empty and his cheek is very thin, which is quite different from what he is now.
Fang Jiamei felt a little tremble in her heart, and the newspaper in her hand fell to the ground involuntarily.
Chen Yinxu looked at her reaction and sighed, "although I don't know how you know each other, I hope you don't get along with people who used to be like this. If you just want to forget Zicong and casually find a man to marry, do you think Zicong will be at ease?"
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Mo Yiheng sat in the car, looking around at the high-end community, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers.
Can an ordinary music teacher afford such a high-end community?
A single family villa is not something that ordinary people can afford.
It's just a score. Why should she come home?
Mo Yiheng's heart is a little uncomfortable. He has never met Fang Jiamei's teacher, but he is also a very old man. What if he has any idea about her?
Raised his hand to see a time, Mo Yiheng just want to get off to have a look, then see Fang Jiamei come out from inside.
He didn't look very well.
Fang Jiamei quietly got on the bus, pulled on the seat belt and lowered her head, "OK."
Mo Yiheng glanced at her and started the car to leave
Fang Jiamei didn't open her mouth all the way. She looked worried, which made Mo Yiheng worried.
Take her directly to the piano shop. When getting off the bus, Mo Yiheng still holds her hand and looks at her hesitantly: "your teacher, won't bully you?"
It's said that in this kind of private school, the teachers and students are not good at anything. The former one was the mastermind of the school bullying incident.
Fang Jiamei looked at the hands he held on her wrists. His hands were beautiful, white and clean, with distinct bone rings and slender fingers, like a pair of hands playing the piano.
She couldn't help but think of the photo in the newspaper. It was probably because he was Chinese, so she took a single photo. In the photo, he was covered with blood, his eyes were empty, as if he had no soul.
And at that time, he was not generally thin.
It's quite different from what it is now.
She didn't know what the man's past was like, but she knew that if he hadn't experienced great trauma, one could not have fallen to that level.
Fang Jiamei suddenly thought of the medicine in the cupboard at home.
Eyebrow slightly a Cu, Fang Jiamei side Mou see to him, dun dun still didn't ask out, "no, our teacher person is very good, you don't have to worry."
Although she covered it up well, Mo Yiheng saw the emotion in her eyes. It was fear?