The bodyguard came: "The demolition team was demolished and the phone said it was still an hour and a half."

Show banquet: "No hurry."

Mei's mother suddenly stood up. After kneeling for a long time, her legs were a little numb, her body was shaking, and her eyes were full of hatred, "...The old lady was forced to death because of you!" Her fingers pointed at him tremblingly, "You are a demon, you will be retribution, you will not die well..."

Zhan Yan smiled and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "... Thanks to you, if you hadn't handed the land deed to Ying Jingya personally, no one would have known the whereabouts of the land deed, and I would have made a great contribution to you today."

These words from the banquet seemed to deliberately stimulate her.

The cause of Mrs. Jiang's death was that she was pissed to death.

She survived to this day, just to guard the Jiang family's old house, because she... took out the land deed and took it away by Ying Jingya, the old lady died.

Mei's mother has been with Mrs. Jiang for decades. The old lady is like her family for her. With her death, Mei's mother cannot escape. She feels regretful, painful, and guilty in her heart...

All kinds of emotions made her breathless.

The voice in my heart kept roaring, almost torturing her crazy.

"...I don't have a good ending, neither do you." Mei's mother's eyes suddenly became ferocious, she took out a kitchen knife from behind and rushed towards him, "You demon, go to die!"

Mei's mother didn't succeed at all. The well-trained bodyguard quickly pressed the woman in front of her to the ground.

Zhan Yan looked down at the person lying at his feet. At this moment, a thunder roared in the sky. The purple lightning flashed in an instant, illuminating his deep and dark contours. His eyes were sharp and stunning, "Take the person and the coffin to me to the Ying family."

Bodyguard: "Yes, President!"

More than a dozen people searched out all the villas in the single building, piled up like a mountain, poured gasoline on it, picked up a piece of white painting paper that was brought out from somewhere. He picked it up and saw it, it was a portrait of a man, and the last name he wrote was Zhuang Mingyue.

The person on the painting is Jiang Yushu, and this painting has always been preserved by him.

On the face that was hard to see clearly, I took out a metal lighter and lit the drawing paper. When I let go of my hand, the ignited drawing paper fell and was ignited by the fire at that moment...

Even finely, the fire could not be extinguished, and the flames were jumping in the dark pupils.

At this time, the demolition engineering team arrived and, according to the rules, demolished and rebuilt everything here...

For some reason, today the thunder was so loud, and Zhuang Mingyue was also awakened, sweating in her body, and the little star was crying loudly. Zhuang Mingyue looked at the place beside her, and it was cold without the residual heat.

Zhanyan left after she fell asleep.

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already past one o'clock in the morning...

There is almost no good weather these days, and Xiao Xingxing will cry when she encounters thunder, so it is difficult for Zhuang Mingyue to coax her well.

That night...is very similar to the night when she was cut off from her belly.

It's the same now, the thunder is loud...

Turn on the light, Zhuang Mingyue picked up the child and got out of bed, "Okay, okay, Xiao Xingxing is good, don't cry..."

Holding the child, Zhuang Mingyue herself was also very nervous...

There was no way, so she took the child to the study, where the sound insulation was slightly better.

She walked down the second floor and went to her father's study, and suddenly it rang. Xu Zekai once told her what she said, there was a secret room in her father's study...

However, all her mother's secrets are in this secret room.

The button in the secret room was under the desk. Zhuang Mingyue walked over with curiosity and completely forgot the child who was still crying in her arms.

Zhuang Mingyue squatted down and in the lit study, she reached out to touch it. There was a protruding place that was slightly loose when pressed gently, and the mechanism was not set up obviously.

Eighty percent of my father would never have expected anyone to enter his room.

Zhuang Mingyue tried to press it, but suddenly he saw the pair of black leather shoes in the gap at the door, with footsteps approaching. She immediately let go, immediately stood up and sat on the chair where her father sat. She accidentally twisted to the injured place in a hurry.

The pain came to an end, and Zhuang Mingyue didn't dare to let go, and just opened the door and entered the banquet.

Zhan Yan was a little wet, with water droplets on her clothes, and closed the door with her backhand, "Are you awakened by the baby?"

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her head. The child was not crying much, but her face was a little red and she was coughing.

"Give me the child, your hands are not going well."

Zhuang Mingyue didn't let him hug him, "Why do you smell like diesel? Where have you been?"

Zhan Yan said without changing his face: "On the way back, the car broke down and repaired it. I'll go take a shower first."

"Um."

As he turned around, Zhuang Mingyue's eyebrows beat, and her sixth sense told herself that Zhan Yan was lying to her.

After confirming that he had gone upstairs, Zhuang Mingyue placed the child on one side to rest on the soft collapse. She turned on the switch button under the desk, and then quickly separated on the shelf where the Buddha statue was placed.

Zhuang Mingyue was shocked and shocked. What Xu Zekai said was actually true!

There is really a secret room in my father’s study!

Zhuang Mingyue didn't think much about it. She tried to walk in with the courage to walk in. The sensing light on her head lit up. When she entered the secret room, her brain suddenly became empty...

She was stunned. The walls were full of photos of her mother...

Moreover, the layout here seems to be a woman's boudoir, which is relatively retro, and the bed is also a carved wooden bed, from the dressing table to the wardrobe...

In the middle is a painting, in which a woman wearing a red cheongsam embroidered with peony flowers, long hair and hairpin, her smile is gentle and generous.

She is Yan Qingcheng.

Zhuang Mingyue walked over with weighty steps, and she stroked the woman on the painting. Her facial features, eyes and lips all looked like the woman on the painting...

For the first time, she saw her mother's face clearly.

She is really beautiful. When her mother was alive, she was said to be the number one beauty in the imperial capital, which is not a false statement.

Unspeakable emotions...

Zhuang Mingyue felt that her heart was trembling.

"I...I finally saw you..."

"You're even more beautiful than I thought."

Xu Zekai said that she will get the answer here, so...what exactly?

His eyes turned and he looked at the bed. On the folded bedding, he placed a very retro picture album. Zhuang Mingyue turned a page and the photo was black and white. The two sides were rolled up.

In the photo, there is a man with a slender figure and elegant face. A silver chain hanging on his chest. A smile erected at the corner of his mouth as gentle as the spring breeze. His hands were placed on his mother's shoulders, and his mother was also smiling, smiling very gently and her eyes were filled with happiness.

Zhuang Mingyue quickly looked through the photos, and the existence of "his" occupies the majority.

Almost every photo has a photo with my mother.
Chapter completed!