"Should we go back to the rose garden or Ye's house?" Ye Hanzhi took off his white coat and asked Chu Qingge.
Chu Qingge looked at the location Nan Cheng sent her and said, "Why is there no Chu family in the options?"
Ye Hanzhi looked at her without speaking.
Chu Qingge raised her eyes to look at him. Seeing his pitiful look, she looked at his phone and said, "Go find Nan Cheng first."
Ye Hanzhi also looked at the location: "What's wrong? Why were you suddenly asked to go there?"
"I don't know, there must be something wrong."
"Is there any danger?" Ye Hanzhi saw that she was so calm and it didn't seem like there was any danger.
"No." Chu Qingge looked at other news, but there was still no news about Dou Shaobai. "If there is danger, his news will be followed by two exclamation points."
Ye Hanzhi smiled: "Let's go and have a look."
"Um."
There is some traffic jam in Dijing at this time, and the traffic speed cannot be increased.
Nan Cheng was in the cafe, eating cake slowly and lingeringly without leaving.
Uncle Rui didn't rush him. After all, this was the first time Nan Cheng had seen his father since he had memory, so it was inevitable to be curious about him.
Similarly, although this was not the first time Nan Xiao met Nan Cheng, he had seen Nan Cheng many times from a distance in the Imperial Capital. But this was the first time since Nan Cheng grew up that father and son sat face to face.
This is his and Jingqi's child.
It's the child Jingqi gave birth to
So as we stayed together, we couldn't help but lose track of time.
Nan Cheng never went back, and Lin Naiyi called.
Nan Cheng was eating cake and put his cell phone on the table. After he connected it, he directly pressed the speaker phone: "Grandma."
Lin Naiyi's voice came from the mobile phone: "Nan Cheng, where are you?"
Nan Xiao's eyelashes trembled slightly and she looked at the phone.
"Grandma, I'm at the cafe. I'll go back in a while." Nan Cheng said, "I'll bring you a cake when I go back."
"Okay." Lin Nai said, "Grandma is waiting for you at home."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Cheng saw that Nan Xiao had been looking at his phone and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Do you like grandparents?"
"I like it," Nan Cheng said, "I also like my uncle, aunt, and brother and sister."
Nan Xiao smiled, he knew that the family would not embarrass a child.
"Aren't you going back?" Nan Xiao said.
Nan Cheng looked at him, his big eyes full of sincerity: "Can I stay a little longer?"
"Why?"
Nan Cheng lowered his eyes, poked the cake with his fork and said, "I don't know when we will meet next time. You don't seem to be very willing to see me."
Uncle Rui looked at Nan Cheng from the side. He always felt that there was something strange about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it for a while.
"I don't want to see you." Nan Xiao suddenly felt that he had hurt the child, "I have some things that haven't been completed yet, so it's not convenient for me to see you."
"If you can't finish it, why don't you just keep disappearing?" Nan Cheng looked up at him and asked.
Nan Xiao looked at him without speaking.
He is a dead person in the eyes of everyone. His parents, brothers and children are all living well. If he doesn't see them, he will not be concerned about anything he does. There is no emotional tie.
Because in other people's hearts, he is already dead.
And now that he has made himself look like this, he doesn't know how to face his parents and family.
What happened today was an accident.
But fortunately, Uncle Rui has no feelings for him. And Nan Cheng probably doesn't have any concrete concept of his father.
As long as the two of them are comforted, everything will be fine.
Although this little brat is difficult to deal with, he cares about Yinghuo very much. As long as he treats Yinghuo well, it won't be a problem.
But he didn't expect that this little kid had his own ideas. He had ideas that he thought were good for his mother.
Nan Cheng's two words successfully made Nan Xiao dare not say anything about letting him go.
So Nan Cheng stayed in the cafe for nearly two hours.
When Chu Qingge and Ye Hanzhi arrived, Nan Xiao was playing chess with Na Cheng and didn't even notice anyone coming outside.
So Chu Qingge and Ye Hanzhi entered the store smoothly.
Nan Cheng was in a position where he could see the door as soon as he raised his head. When he saw Chu Qingge, his eyes lit up and he immediately stood up from his seat.
Nan Xiao played chess with him so seriously that he didn't react for a moment. Seeing his eyes suddenly light up, he subconsciously turned around and glanced back.
He immediately met Chu Qingge's eyes.
Chu Qingge stopped, her cold and careless eyes suddenly fixed on Nan Xiao, her pupils dilated little by little, and even the hands hanging by her sides began to tremble gradually.
She looked at the people in front of her, and the scene of that rainy night gradually came to mind.
She watched with her own eyes as the reflective dagger pierced into Nan Xiao's body.
There will be blood when you pull it out, and after being washed away by the rain, it will pierce the body again.
The blood on the ground mixed with the rainwater and flowed to the low-lying areas.
What sounded in his ears was Jing Yanbai's devilish voice.
Nan Xiao was also stunned, even a little shocked by the completely unexpected scene in front of him.
Ye Hanzhi also looked at Nan Xiao and froze for a moment. But after he noticed that Chu Qingge was shaking, he subconsciously held her hand and comforted her.
Nan Cheng walked to Chu Qingge and gently pulled her clothes.
Chu Qingge's eyes blinked slightly, but they kept looking at Nan Xiao.
Uncle Rui looked at Nan Cheng and instantly knew that the series of operations he had just done were delaying time. He stood up and said: "Third Master, Miss."
Chu Qingge looked at him, paused, and then looked at Nanxiao. It took a while before she found her own voice: "You"
Nan Xiao came back to his senses a little, stood up, and looked at them. It was fine when they were gone, but when they stood face to face like this, all his emotions surged out.
It seems like yesterday, he was on the phone with Ye Hanzhi, talking about his next return home day.
It seemed like yesterday, he and Yinghuo were sitting together, discussing why Jing Heng cried so much.
He controlled himself not to look at Ye Hanzhi. He looked at Chu Qingge, smiled lightly and said, "Ying Huo."
Chu Qingge's eyelashes trembled. She stared blankly at Nanxiao, tears falling without any warning.
Ye Hanzhi's eyes instantly turned red when he heard his voice.
Nan Xiao reached out to wipe Chu Qingge's tears. As soon as he raised his hand, he realized that he had grown up and got married. His current behavior was no longer appropriate.
He put his hand down and tried to sound lighter when he said: "The person who did it back then was one of my own, and the last stab was deliberately missed."
But each of those thirty-two knives stabbed him solidly. Some of them might even have hit a nerve.
Even if he is not dead, it may take several years to recover to his current state.
I don’t know how much I will suffer.
Chu Qingge was speechless. She rarely felt so excited and could only nod in response.
Nan Xiao took some tissues from the table and gave them to her: "Okay, don't cry anymore. If you cry anymore, you won't be beautiful."
Ye Hanzhi took the tissue from his hand and wiped Chu Qingge's tears.
"No way, my mother is the most beautiful." Nan Cheng whispered.
As soon as he spoke, Nan Xiao immediately looked at him.
That look in his eyes made him want to die.
Only now did he realize that he had fallen into his trap. All the pity and chess playing were all intentional on his part.
Nan Cheng immediately hid behind Chu Qingge, grabbed Chu Qingge's clothes, and complained loudly: "Mom, he didn't let me tell you that I had seen him!"
Nanxiao: "."
Ye Hanzhi and Chu Qingge both looked toward Nanxiao.
Nan Xiao coughed lightly and did not look at either of them, especially Ye Hanzhi's angry eyes. He suspected that this boy might have discovered something.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to recognize it just based on a similar voice.