"Your mother's friend?" The woman tilted her head and smiled, with a slight pear dimple appearing on her left cheek. "Yes, I am your mother's friend. Master, please come in and talk, the food is almost cold."
Yuan Xudong didn't eat in the morning, and now he felt a little hungry after smelling the aroma of meat all over the room, so he entered the room thinking that it would be a waste if he didn't eat all the food on the table.
The woman immediately smiled and closed the door. He glanced at the window casually, and was stunned when he caught a glimpse of the flickering candlelight in front of the window. He asked casually: "Why are you still lighting candles in the room in broad daylight?"
The smile on the woman's face froze, and then she smiled more gently, "I was alone in the room just now. I was a little bored, so I lit a few candles and played with them. You don't have to worry about that, sir, just sit down and eat.
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"Is that so?" Yuan Xudong turned around and observed the layout of the room. He always felt that something was strange, but before he had time to think about it, the woman handed him the chopsticks.
"When we met for the first time, I didn't know what kind of dishes the young master would like, so I ordered a few at random and let the young master try to see if they suit his taste."
Yuan Xudong couldn't refuse, so he took the chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork belly. The greasy fat meat was eaten into his stomach, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down. He guessed that his stomach was hurt by drinking last night and he couldn't eat greasy food.
Yuan Xudong dropped his chopsticks, covered his mouth, and ran out the door while explaining: "Sorry, I'm going out first."
"Hey, don't leave. Why did you just move your chopsticks and leave?" The woman immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him back with a strong force.
"Don't touch me, I, I'm going to vomit... vomit!" Before he could finish his sentence, Yuan Xudong lay on the table and vomited.
The woman didn't dislike it when she saw this, she bent down and patted his back gently, put her lips to his ear and whispered softly: "Spit it out, you will feel better after you vomit it..."
When he spoke, his originally gentle and watery eyes suddenly began to fade. The black eyeballs were like ink dripping in the water, disappearing instantly. In the blink of an eye, a pair of eyes turned completely white.
At the same time, the four tiger fangs in Dan's lips suddenly became sharp and sharp, like poisonous snakes spitting out poison, and slowly approached Yuan Xudong's exposed neck.
The moment the tip of his teeth touched his neck, there seemed to be a flash of golden light, and the flickering candlelight in the window suddenly went out. The woman was also stabbed by the golden light, her heart hurt, and she spit out blood.
Yuan Xudong had no idea what was going on behind him and just wanted to rush out as soon as possible to vomit. He hurriedly pushed the woman and rushed out of the door.
The woman was unprepared and was pushed behind the stool by him. When she regained consciousness, Yuan Xudong had already run to the stairs.
The woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at the fallen candle by the window. She was confused and confused. What was going on? She had obviously tried it on others several times and it was successful every time. Why did she suddenly make a mistake at a critical moment?
No, she must try again!
She had endured it for too long for today, and would never be willing to fail in such an inexplicable way!
Outside the restaurant, Yuan Xudong was lying in the corner vomiting. Fuwang was beside him, shaking his head and stamping his feet anxiously, "Master, why did you suddenly vomit? Weren't you fine at home just now?"
"I ate a piece of fat meat, vomited, it was too oily, vomited..."
"Then what should we do with what the old lady told us? You can't handle it now."
Yuan Xudong waved his hands in pain, "Nevermind, I don't think she is someone who needs my care. You can send me to the hospital to buy two sets of medicine first, and we can do the rest after I feel better."
Fuwang was helpless: "Okay, I'll help you get on the carriage."
By the time the woman calmed down her breath, rearranged her formation and went downstairs to look for someone, the master and servant had already disappeared in their carriage.
Looking at the lively scene of people coming and going on the street, the woman clenched her fists bitterly. Damn it, she actually let him run away!
"Yuan Xudong, you can escape the first grade of junior high school but not the fifteenth grade. If you dare to betray me, I will never make it easy for you!"
The woman said harsh words and turned around to enter the store. Suddenly, a scream came from behind: "Ying'er?!"
"Ying'er, is that you?"
Fang Zhenshan threw away the basket in his hand and ran to the woman in surprise and joy. When he saw her face clearly, two lines of hot tears rolled down from his eyes.
"My shadow, my shadow..." Fang Zhenshan covered his face and sobbed. After a long while, he raised his arm tremblingly, wanting to touch the woman, but he didn't dare to.
I'm afraid that if I touch it, the person in front of me will disappear like smoke.
The woman avoided his outstretched hand and frowned, "Who is Ying'er? Have you mistakenly recognized the person?"
Fang Zhenshan didn't speak, he just looked at her familiar face and kept crying.
Like, so similar...the eyebrows, face shape, height and demeanor, even the pear dimple on the left cheek are exactly the same.
Isn't this his daughter who died tragically ten years ago?
Meng Yuan, who came from behind, picked up his backpack, looked at the strange scene in front of him with confusion, and asked Fang Zhenshan in a low voice: "Godfather, what's wrong with you...?"
Fang Zhenshan seemed to have found an outlet, grabbed his arm and said excitedly: "Ying'er, my daughter Ying'er is back!"
"But isn't your daughter..." Didn't she die long ago?
Meng Yuan did not dare to say the second half of the sentence. He tilted his head and looked at the woman standing by the door. The woman's eyebrows seemed to be 45% similar to He's.
But he remembered very clearly that Fang Zhenshan and He's biological daughter Fang Ying'er died ten years ago.
Ten years ago, Ying'er was sixteen years old. If he were still alive, he would be twenty-six years old now. However, the woman in front of him looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, so no matter how similar these two people are, they cannot be the same person!
Meng Yuan patted Fang Zhenshan on the back and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Godfather, please don't get excited. Calm down and take a closer look. Have you admitted the wrong person?"
Fang Zhenshan raised his head and looked at her again, "You can't admit it! She is really Ying'er, that's what Ying'er looks like!"
That is his biological daughter. How can a father not know what his daughter looks like?
He trembled and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked the woman in a humble manner: "Girl, what is your name? Do you recognize me?"
The woman had guessed that the old man in front of her recognized her as his missing biological daughter, but it was obvious that she was not the shadow the old man said.
However...she glanced at Meng Yuan behind the old man, with a hint of calculation in her eyes. If she could take this opportunity to break into the enemy, it would be much easier in the future.
The woman lowered her head and replied softly: "Uncle, I don't know your name, and I don't know you either."
Fang Zhenshan was not willing to let it go and continued to ask questions. Meng Yuan grabbed his sleeve and spoke first: "Listen to the meaning of the girl's words, have you lost your memory?"
The woman followed suit: "Yes, I lost my memory. I forgot everything that happened in the past, including my identity and my parents."
Meng Yuan glanced at her brand-new skirt sharply, feeling a bit more oppressive around her body, "I think the girl is dressed noble, and she doesn't look like a poor homeless person after amnesia."