Chapter 1815

"Ango, when you find out this, you will take Niannian and Yan Yan back to live in Licheng for a while."

As Xu is getting older, or after she is in a high position, her loneliness becomes more and more serious. The free and elegant Nan Huaijin yearns for the happiness of ordinary people's children.

"Good. Sure. "

Lin An's feather eyelashes blinked, and a touch of salt and astringency appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Without any consideration, she answered.

Growing up, she didn't enjoy a day of fatherly love. Her father and stepfather were cruel to her. But from Nan Huaijin, she felt the mountain like father's love. Even if Nan Huaijin doesn't say it, she wants to spend time with him in Licheng every year.

"How's Yiyao doing?"

Nan Huaijin asked again.

"He's busier than ever."

Lin ange said helplessly.

The slave daughter, who wants to take care of her daughter at home every day, often works overtime recently, and has been busy until early in the morning several times.

Family and career, for him, is still unable to achieve a complete balance.

"Just be busy."

Nan Huaijin squinted and said in a clear voice.

At this time, the baby's crying voice came into his ears. The cry with the power of new life relaxed his eyes. There was a strange feeling in my heart that I had never felt before. There was a trace of sweetness in the warmth.

"Uncle Jin, Niannian wakes up. I have to hang up."

"Go ahead."

Nan Huaijin said in a warm voice.

Lin ange put down the phone, ran to the crib and took over the crying Lu NianWei from the nanny.

Pink Du Du's small Niannian instantly stops crying, small face naturally toward Lin an Ge arms arch arch.

Seeing this, Lin an Ge unbuttoned his coat.

The nanny backed out.

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Licheng.

It rained all night, and the water levels of rivers in the city rose rapidly. The road was covered with withered branches, leaves and ruddy leaves.

Early in the morning, Yu Wenfeng took a top secret document into Nan Huaijin's office.

"Sir, the secret telegram from the imperial capital."

Wearing a dark blue shirt with a standing collar, Nan Huaijin sits at her wide desk. Although the blue color of his eyes was a little heavy, it did not affect his elegant temperament at all.

On the desk, half the coffee.

In the air, there is still a wisp of mellow coffee.

He took the sealed bag from Yu Wenfeng, took the paper cutter and cut it gently.

"Jun Mo Shang?"

On the secret telegram from the imperial capital, he saw a familiar and long lost name.

Standing in front of the desk, Yu Wenfeng looks tight.

"You go down first."

Nan Huaijin will not finish reading the secret telegram, her face is as solemn as the haze outside the window.

"Yes."

Yu Wenfeng nodded and went out.

Nan Huaijin stood up and went to the bathroom with the secret telegram.

He lit a secret telegram.

Wow.

The burning ashes rushed into the sewer.

Nan Huaijin walks to the washing table and turns on the tap.

Warm water flows slowly through his fingers, but his fingertips feel cold.

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Yunxi Beiyuan.

Qianjingchuan wakes up and the clock points to five in the morning.

He stroked his sour forehead, sat up, and then shook his head gently.

Last night, I didn't sleep at all. There was something pestering him in my dream. He couldn't see what it looked like, only his poisoned eyes.

"Hoo..."

He vomited a long breath, ready to get out of bed, heart suddenly intensified, inexplicably passing a trace of panic.

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