After helping Yunnuo change her wet pants, and chatting with Situ Shangxuan's mother, Lonita, in the garden for a while, Qian Lianxia suddenly realized that she remembered that strange phone call. No one would give it to her so boringly.
She called, and she knew almost no one in China, but the call came from China.
With her heart pounding all the way, she entered the room, picked up her phone, and hurriedly pulled out the number. Qian Lianxia's heart was about to jump out of her chest. Tell her, could it be him, could it be?
When her finger almost touched the number displayed on it, she seemed to lose all her strength and froze there.
In order to escape from him, she had fled back to the UK from China. In order to maintain the status quo, she had forced herself to escape. So what was she doing now? Making phone calls. Who was she calling? Calling that man. Calling him.
?
Qian Lianxia's tears fell down and hit the back of her hand. There were countless nights when she woke up crying from her dreams, but there was no one around her. She had so many thoughts of hope, she hoped that he would still return.
Living in a corner of this world. But when she really saw him in person, she was timid because she made a wrong decision. She should not agree to Situ Shangxuan's proposal, and she should not marry Situ Shangxuan.
Xuan gets married.
However, there is no use in regretting. She is already Shang Xuan's wife, and she is already the daughter-in-law of the Situ family. How could she never forget the old relationship? How could she bring shame to the Situ family because of her selfishness.
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing that she could not have met before she was married, but she was already married to someone else.
When everything finally settled, the only thing that didn't change was her heart, but it didn't change and she couldn't go back, never go back.
Nan Fengjue held the mobile phone in his hand and finally made a decision. He dialed his assistant's number and said, "Arrange a flight for me at one o'clock in the afternoon. I want to go to the UK."
"Yes, the faster, the better. I will be pushed back in the schedule for the past few days!"
"Don't you understand? If that doesn't work, let the old man come to work by himself!!" Nan Fengjue hung up the phone angrily.
What a joke, he has worked hard for the Nanfeng family this year. Does the old man really think that he has grasped his weakness and controlled him, so he will definitely be obedient?
In London, England, Nan Fengjue checked into a pre-arranged hotel. The neon lights at night lit up the brilliance of this foreign city. He lay on the bed, resting his head on his hands, facing the ceiling and unable to fall asleep for a long time.
At the same time, Qian Lianxia had just coaxed Yunnuo to go to bed, and the wet nurse had fed her. The little one slept particularly soundly, but she was staring out the window in a daze.
It seemed that in the darkness, those two pairs of eyes actually looked at each other, separated by lovesick souls.
Early the next morning, Nan Fengjue searched for the location of Situ's house.
There were street performers performing in the downtown area, and their high-pitched singing voice interpreted the atmosphere of freedom. Nan Fengjue was reading a newspaper when the car suddenly stopped. He instinctively looked up at the driver in front of him.
The driver said in pure English: "Mr. Nanfeng, I'm sorry, the road is blocked."
Nan Fengjue looked outside in silence. There was a bustling crowd gathering outside the car window. There were street performers or singers and painters performing to their heart's content. They wore different clothes and came from different countries, but they lived more chic and magnanimous lives than anyone else.
After Nan Fengjue looked at it, he immediately opened the car door, "You can drive back by yourself. You don't need to pick me up today. I'm just wandering around here." He said in fluent English.
The driver was stunned, and just about to say that the crowd was about to pass, Nan Fengjue had already strode into the crowd, and gradually disappeared among the various skins and hair.
Along the way, Nan Fengjue was holding a newspaper in his hand and looking down at it, but he was alert and avoiding all obstacles. It was really a terrifying sixth sense.
Small houses with pastoral characteristics stand on both sides of the street. The doors are designed with round arched wooden boards, and green vines and small flowers emerge from above. Colorful flowers fill the door frames, and then extend to the windows on the second floor.
There are also many pots of small flowers placed above the windows on the second floor. Even the outer walls are covered with ivy. Morning glories are circling up. Looking from a distance, it seems like a peerless beauty. In this British city
In the elegant building, a flag stands alone.
Nan Fengjue looked up and was stunned. He didn't expect that London would have such a house style similar to the spring in Cordoba, Spain. It was really shocking and he had to praise it.
Nan Fengjue couldn't help but become interested. When he walked in, he saw an aunt who had just watered the flowers in the garden and asked, "Excuse me, are you the owner of this house?"
The great god was already in his forties. When he saw this stranger, he laughed and denied: "Young man, this house is not mine, and the owner of the house is not here. He just asked me to come here regularly to clean the house and take care of these flowers.
"It seems that many people have asked this question, so the aunt's answer is not ambiguous at all.
"This house belongs to a female owner. Oh, the female owner is so happy. She has such a loving husband. It is said that such a house was not allowed to be built here, but the female owner insisted. Later, the male owner did not know what was done.
Divine power did it."
The water drops fell, and the delicate petals were as bright as snow. The aunt was still talking, "Look at how noble the male host is. Or is he a young master from some family? Maybe he is a relative of the emperor. From what kind of clothes are he wearing?"
Temperament——"
The aunt was still chattering, maybe she was bored alone, and a stranger came to distract her. Nan Fengjue interrupted her words in time and left the room.
There were small steps coming from behind, and Nanfeng Jue paused alertly, but it was too late.
The feet were touched, and then there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and then the child's cry, "Mom, Mommy, it hurts-" The little boy's voice was a bit stammering, as if he was learning to sing.
Due to my pronunciation problem, I fell to the ground with a burst of heart-rending crying, and my pretty little face turned into a cat face from crying.
Nan Fengjue had never seen anything like this before, and he immediately squatted down in a panic, trying to pick up the little boy.
"How can such a young child be on the road? Why don't the adults care about it?"
But the little boy cried and threw away his hand, "Bad uncle, bad uncle, Yunnuo is going to tell mommy, bad uncle bullied Yunnuo, wuwuwuwu, Yunnuo is going to tell mom, mommy," twitching
His voice was mixed with the sound of sniffling, but Nanfeng Jue's gesture was a pause, promise?
Has he heard this name somewhere? And this face, look carefully, has he seen it somewhere?