Chapter 529

Zhong Lin has been around Mo Liancheng for so many years, and the most flustered one is probably this activity. Especially when he calls the mobile phone of moliancheng for the 15th time, but he is still unable to answer for a moment. Zhong Lin knows that Mo Liancheng and Mu Qingqing will not attend the activity three minutes later.

But the reporter has been waiting for the show. Zhong Lin is the first to deal with this kind of activity that not only the spokesperson fails to come, but also the boss of the company has disappeared.

Maybe Mu Qingqing's words were too shocking, so moliancheng didn't think about the event until he was driving out of the city. When I plan to call Zhong Lin to inquire about the situation, I just know that I'm in a hurry just now, and my mobile phone has also been forgotten on the tea table of Donglin villa.

When Mu Qingqing saw Mo Liancheng looking for a phone call, he suddenly clapped his thigh like, "Oh, my God, that activity..."

Mo Liancheng shrugged his shoulders awkwardly. He who has always been strict with his work attitude should make such a mistake one day. But it has come to this point, and Mo Liancheng has to let it go.

"It doesn't matter. If it's a big deal, let those reporters write that the chairman of the Mohist group indulges in beauty and abandons the government." Mo Liancheng evil hook hook hook corners of the mouth, light ridicule up.

"Fuck you, boring!" Mu Qingqing rolled a white eye, Ding point want to with the spirit of Mo Liancheng mischievous can not mention. Her heart has long gone to that mysterious address, and Mo Liancheng is just to ease the atmosphere.

It took the car three hours to navigate to the place mentioned by Ye Youran in his diary. However, it seems that it is quite different from Mu Qingqing's fantasy. The imaginary place for storing important things, even if it is not exaggerated enough to buy a villa, will at least be an apartment, even if it is a mini warehouse dedicated to storing things.

But at this moment, Mu Qingqing and moliancheng are facing a farm that doesn't look lush. It's probably because of autumn. There is a bleak atmosphere everywhere, and there is no vitality at all. And the farm in front of me looks like nobody except the big golden hair who is lying at the door and is indifferent to visitors.

The two men are completely stunned. Mu Qingqing looks around and can't imagine where ye Youran will put things.

Mo Liancheng took advantage of this opportunity to go around all over the place. When he stood beside Mu Qingqing again, he was bewildered. "I have seen it. There is nothing around here. There is a supermarket only a few kilometers away. There is only this farm nearby."

"It won't be here. It must be a mistake." This is what Mu Qingqing thought and said.

Mo Liancheng took out the note and rechecked the location on the map. He was sure that this was No. 96 Xingfu Avenue in the southern suburb of Jiangcheng mentioned by Ye Youran in his diary. There would be no mistake.

"No way. This is 96. What about 95, 94 and other street numbers?" Mu Qingqing frowned. If he really had a family member who had been lost for many years, and the clue was interrupted, would he not have been able to live in peace in his life.

After that, Mu Qingqing walked into the farm without hesitation. If the position is not wrong, that is to say, the answer is here, but not subconsciously.

The big golden hair at the door just raised his eyelids a little, watching two strangers one after another into their own farm, and continued to sleep without barking.

In front of the farm was a two story wooden house, which looked old. The painted boards couldn't even see the original color. Mu Qingqing gently knocked on the door politely. There seemed to be a lot of music inside, so the knock was intensified.

"Let me do it!" Mo Liancheng is a little impatient. His strength is naturally heavier than that of a girl. But when he knocks hard at the door, the music inside just stops abruptly, so the sound of knocking on the door is particularly abrupt.

A sound of stepping on the wooden floor was heard from far to near. The old gate was pushed open. In front of moliancheng and Mu Qingqing, an old grandfather who looked like he was about seventy years old. His head was covered with white natural curls. A pair of gold rimmed presbyopia glasses with ear chains was hanging on his round, plumpy nose.

Grandfather's face can be described as kind-hearted, but the word "inconsistent" can also be attributed to the adjectives about him after three seconds.

A hoarse voice belonging to the old man, like a thunder that cuts through the sky, cuts down mercilessly.

"Knock what knock, think I am deaf! It's noisy. Who are you The old man was not angry and scolded. This sentence was just a prelude. Before Mu Qingqing and Mo Liancheng opened their mouths, the old man had already begun to fragmentary recite for most of the day, without giving anyone an opportunity to explain his intention.

Mu Qingqing grabs Mo Liancheng, who is about to lose his temper. He interrupts his grandfather and politely apologizes, indicating his intention.

"Grandfather, do you know a girl named ye Youran?"

"What, I don't know, I don't know. Let's go..." The old man is not willing to, but white eye has been looking at Mo Liancheng, seems to be very disdain for his indifferent attitude.Mu Qingqing pulled the wooden door that was about to close, but with a gentle and modest attitude, he confirmed the address here again.

The old man could hardly speak fiercely to a girl with such a beautiful appearance, gentle and polite attitude. He softened his attitude a little, and after taking the note from Mu Qingqing, he pushed up the Presbyopia mirror hanging on his nose, and looked at it carefully with his eyebrows and eyes.

"Yes, this address is my farm."

Mu Qingqing rather hoped that his grandfather would say that the address was wrong, or that he had a simpler expectation, so he asked, "you said this is No. 96, but why there is no house before and after, but this is the only one? What about ninety-five? "

"Oh, you say this..." The old man took off the reading glasses and seemed to be proud to say, "I'm a nail farmer. Other houses have been demolished. Naturally, there are only ninety-six! There is an unscrupulous enterprise that wants to collect the land here and build a sewage treatment plant. Even if I die, I will stop here. I can't succeed

It dawned on Mu Qingqing that there was still no place to erase on the map because the farmer who refused to accept the relocation still lived here.

So, this is No. 96, that is to say, what Mu Qingqing is looking for is right here.