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Qin Yue stroked his soft hair and said with a doting smile.

"Uncle, I'm not stupid. What I said was the truth."

"Well, it's true, it's true. "Come, let uncle hug you, your godmother is tired."

Qin Yue reached out his hand and took the small mountain bamboo from Liu Runan's arms while he held it.

Qin Yue treated the words of the little mountain bamboo as a joke, but Liu Runan's heart was filled with longing.

Even if that woman was a little like Qingqing, she would still want to meet her.

She looked back at the white house and her gaze fell on the balcony on the second floor.

A pink figure stood on the railing, too dark to see her face clearly before she saw a tall man carry her into the room.

He then looked away, feeling worried about the gains and losses in his heart.

Only after finishing his meeting did Huo Yun Chen listen to what Shan Zhu had said and almost lost his life. He was so anxious that he left his work and headed straight for home.

When he got home, he saw that Heaven and the Heart were fast asleep.

The bamboo mountain seemed to be having some sort of beautiful dream. Its small mouth was curling up as it smiled sweetly.

Qin Yue had been waiting outside the whole time. Before he could ask, he had already told him the whole story.

Then, he would act like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, waiting for him to blame him.

However, all of Huo YunChen's attention was focused on that sentence.

"Little Hill Bamboo said that she met a woman that looked exactly like Liu Yun. He saved her and even helped her bathe. That dress was even made by that woman."

"Yeah, you can't really believe it, right?"

Qin Yue smiled in disbelief.

"Did you go and verify it?"

Huo YunChen's burning gaze stared at Qin Yue, causing his hair to stand on end.

"No, I wanted to go in and thank my master personally, but her servant closed the door and refused to come in. What can I do? "

Qin Yue spoke with a wronged expression. His pair of black and white eyes carefully examined Huo YunChen's expression.

"Hey, Old Huo, are you thinking about Qing Qing still alive?" You've already made Liu Yun into such a state, if I were to be honest, it would be awkward for me. It's been three years, can you let it go? You're still so young, don't tell me you want to live your life with Liu Yun's fake face? "

Huo YunChen cast a sidelong glance at him, but did not say a word.

He turned around and stood behind Liu Yun. Qin Yue rolled his eyes at Liu Yun in a very unfriendly manner.

"Really, Cao Cao Cao Cao is here. I can't be bothered with you. I have already safely handed the child over to you. I'm going home."

Qin Yue sighed and shook his head.

Before she left, she stopped in front of Liu Yun and carefully looked at her.

"You've already had your face for three years, yet you still can't compare to my cousin. Ai, you're really courting death."

Liu Yun lowered his head, not daring to reply.

These three years, everyone had said that her husband was kind to her and would marry her, but only she knew what her life had been like.

"Did you hear that? They say your face is ugly. "

Huo Yun Chen's cold voice slowly echoed in his ears.

He lifted her long hair, a faint smile on his lips.

"I also think that the more I look at it, the uglier it gets."

Liu Yun was already scared to the point of trembling. He trembled as he said, "Sir, please don't let me do the surgery again. I'm afraid."

"Afraid? "You're not even afraid of killing people and framing you, are you afraid of giving in to a plastic surgery?"

"I was wrong, sir. Please forgive me. I will serve you well as a cow or a horse."

Liu Yun said as he turned around to kiss him. As a woman, there was nothing she could do to repay him.

Huo Yun Chen slapped her so hard that her nose was slanted to the side.

"Are you worthy of serving me? "Hmph, Liu Yun, you're not even qualified to be my slave."

She covered her face and knelt on the ground, not even daring to cry.

He had just opened his eyes a few days ago and had just cut off his eyelids.

That was her eighteenth operation in three years.

Every operation was a nightmare. She was afraid, afraid that others would call her ugly. As long as someone called her ugly, Huo Yunchen would let her do it again.

Actually, what he wanted was not a face that was exactly the same as Bai Qingqing's, but a face that would make her want to die rather than live.

"Tomorrow I'll go to Dr. Shaw and ask her to open your eyes a little wider and her mouth a little smaller. Fortunately, it's perfect."

Huo Yun Chen lifted a slender finger and hooked it under her chin. His cold gaze looked down upon her deformed nose, and the smile on his face became even more wanton.

"I know, thank you sir."

Liu Yun choked with sobs as he nodded in agreement. His body trembled like a sieve chaff.

"Scram, I don't want to see you."

He pushed her away in disgust, his gaze filled with disdain.

Liu Yun stood up and ran over.

Huo Yunchen's lonely figure entered the study and opened the safe to take out the phone with her picture inside.

Her rough fingers touched her face over and over on the screen, and her lips curled into a faint smile.

Laughing, bean-sized tears dripped onto the screen, blurring her face and his eyes.

The next morning, Little Bamboo pestered him to bring her to find her sister from yesterday.

He repeatedly stressed to her that she was prettier than Auntie Liu Yun.

Bao-jie was Mommy.

Huo Yun Chen only smiled, not paying it any mind.

But he couldn't refuse his daughter, so he drove her to the white house on the outskirts of the city.

The courtyard door was not locked, so the small hill bamboo ran straight in.

As he ran, he shouted, "Sister Bao, Sister Bao, Bamboo Hill is here to play with you."

She ran through the house, but there was no one there. She used her mouth every day, but she didn't leave anything behind.

Little Bamboo was very depressed, holding onto his father's hand and feeling very depressed.

"Daddy, Big Sister Bao is gone?"

Huo Yun Chen thought it was just a child's memory, so he did not pay much attention to it.

He comforted her and said, "Maybe Sister Bao moved. Let's go home and slowly search for her in the future, alright?"

"Hmm, luckily I found this."

In the hands of the bamboo, there was a picture frame. It looked like it had found a treasure. It was extremely happy.

Huo YunChen didn't pay much attention to her. He carried her and placed her in the back seat.

As he fastened her seat belt, he inadvertently glanced at the photo on the frame.

The face that had been lingering in his dreams for the past three years suddenly pierced into his eyeball, and he snatched the photo away.

Looking carefully, it was her. It really was her.

At least the face was real, not made.

But who was the man with his arm around her?

"Dad, Big Sister Bao, are you beautiful?"

"Beautiful, the hill-bamboo is awesome."

After receiving the praise from his father, Little Bamboo was even more excited.

He held the photo in his arms the whole time, refusing to let go.

Yun Qinghong, CEO's office.

Huo Yun Chen called Liu Mo over and instructed him with a serious expression, "There's a villa in the southern suburbs. Go and find out who owns this mansion."

"Sir, why are you suddenly checking the house?"

Ever since Liu Kai had died, Liu Mo had been the person Huo Yun Chen trusted the most.

"Just go investigate. Nothing major. I want to know everything."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."