The next day, An Zhenbei saw Shao Luansheng in the company and sat opposite him, looking deep in thought.
Shao Luansheng, who was immersed in documents, felt An Zhenbei's strangeness. He raised his eyes and saw that he was uneasy.
"Cui Diyu was angry when he saw his former confidante at the dinner party last night?" he asked in a nonchalant manner.
An Zhenbei came back to his senses and looked up, "Brother, why are you so transparent?"
"You can tell by the way you look. And how many women have you hooked up with over the years in the United States? You can meet a few just by walking to the toilet, let alone that kind of dinner?"
Shao Luansheng still lowered his head, his eyes falling on the documents.
"Then you proposed to take her there last night?" An Zhenbei narrowed his eyes, feeling like he was being set up.
Shao Luansheng, who was signing the document, said expressionlessly: "We will meet sooner or later. It is better to meet early than to meet late."
"Are you still doing it for me?" He questioned in a concealed tone.
"I didn't expect your eyes to be so clumsy." Shao Luan Sheng was teasing.
"Yes, my eyesight is poor. It seems that my new clue will be useless. If my eyesight can tell, it will definitely be useless." An Zhenbei suddenly sighed with dismay.
Shao Luan Sheng instantly raised his head, his eyes as deep as the sea blazing like a laser gun.
"What clue?" His tone was sharp and anxious.
When An Zhenbei saw Shao Luansheng's interest rising, he sunk into the sofa, spread his hands, and sighed loudly: "This clue must be wrong. It's better not to bring it up, otherwise you will be disappointed again."
"Don't be so pretentious and tell me quickly." Shao Luansheng's face darkened a bit.
An Zhenbei felt terrified. Now he knew Shao Luansheng's weakness. As long as he grasped this, he would not be able to gain the upper hand.
She cleared her throat and said seriously: "Brother, last night Yuyu saw a contestant's design, which is exactly the same as a design Shang Wan had painted before."
Shao Luan Sheng frowned immediately, and An Zhenbei added: "And the designer doesn't even know whether the organizer is a man or a woman. It can be seen that the designer doesn't want to show his face. Is it plagiarism or..."
"Tell me the designer. You must know who he/she is?" Shao Luansheng interrupted An Zhenbei with an urgent tone.
"I already have the designer's email address and started checking it." An Zhenbei smiled, looking treacherous.
Shao Luansheng gave him a meaningful look and said, "Give me your email address."
An Zhenbei laughed, and then ran over in a very dog-like manner, putting one hand on the table and looking at the sticky notes he took aside.
He stared at Shao Luan Sheng: "Brother, should I give me a few days off?"
"Holiday? Who cares about Feng Ying's holiday?" Shao Luansheng said coldly.
An Zhenbei's face immediately collapsed, "Brother, she finally came to the United States, you should give me some time to chase her!"
"'Fengying' is in your charge now, I won't interfere, so don't tell me this kind of thing."
Shao Luan Sheng's eyes were fixed on his hand. Seeing that he remained motionless, Cui urged: "Hurry up and write it down."
"Brother, I was so sad that I forgot, please let me think about it." An Zhenbei said suddenly.
"Don't pretend for me, hurry up."
"I really forgot."
Shao Luansheng stared at An Zhenbei, his eyes were full of wind, electricity, and coldness, and he said after a while: "Find out about this first, and I'll let you play for half a month."
When An Zhenbei heard this, a smile flashed on his face: "Are you serious?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, half a month's leave will be gone." Shao Luansheng shot him a cold look.
"No nonsense, write now." An Zhenbei took the pen beside him and started writing.
"That's it." After An Zhenbei finished writing, he tore off the sticky note and handed it to Shao Luansheng.
Shao Luansheng took it, looked at the letters on it, frowned and said, "What is this person's name?"
"Forgetting."
An Zhenbei stared at Shao Luansheng's face very seriously.
"Brother, do you smell any clues? This name doesn't look like someone who has suffered wind injury. Doesn't Shang Wan suffer from wind injury? Do you think it could be her?" An Zhenbei covered his head with one hand and paced.
spinning step by step.
"Where did the email come from?"
"I checked yesterday and the email was sent from Tennessee."
Shao Luansheng raised his eyes to look at him, then narrowed his eyes, looked at the mailbox in his hand, frowned, seemed to be deep in thought, and asked for a moment: "When can I buy the manor over there?"
"Just these two days." An Zhenbei said.
"We have to do it secretly. Shang Tianyi is also secretly observing our movements. Find a local and buy it in his name." Shao Luansheng narrowed his eyes.
"I know."
"Hurry up and get these things done. Once they're done, I want to live in it." Shao Luansheng squinted and looked at the mailbox in his hand.
An Zhenbei swept his head irritably and walked up to Shao Luansheng: "But brother, you better not have too much hope. I saw Shang Wan enter the crematorium with my own eyes."
He finally said the words that had been pressing on his heart.
Shao Luansheng lowered his head, and An Zhenbei could not see his emotions, but his faint voice could be heard for a moment.
"Anzi, Shang Tianyi is an extreme person. His feelings for Shang Wan cannot be understood by others, and he can prove that anything is possible while he is alive. Although I am not sure, I can feel that she must still be there.
In this world." After Shao Luansheng finished speaking, he looked up.
There was a different kind of determination in his eyes.
An Zhenbei wrinkled his eyes, and sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Shang Tianyi has a mental illness, dares his autism to turn into a psychopath, how can his own sister like him?"
Shao Luan Sheng darkened his face, said nothing, and said after a while: "In short, we must find out the secret of Tranquility Manor."
"yes."
An Zhenbei left, and Shao Luansheng looked at the mail address in his hand with a serious look on his face.
***
A few days later, next to the quiet manor in Tennessee, there was a settlement manor, and the interior was being renovated in full swing.
The sound of decoration was extremely loud and could be clearly heard in the isolated and quiet manor.
There are two Chinese women picking fruits under the fruit tree.
"Nita, if you are tired, take a rest." An ordinary-looking woman chuckled at another woman.
"Kirot, I'm fine." Another ordinary-looking woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and said.
"You just recovered, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." Kailuo said while picking grapes from the tree.
"I'm completely healed, now I need to do more exercise." Nita said, not forgetting the movements in her hands.
"You don't know that when Tian comes back every day, he just asks about you and when he leaves, he also says that he won't overwork you." Kailo said while laughing.
"He was just too nervous. I have recovered." Helplessness flashed across Nita's face.
"No wonder you are so sick. If I were you, I would be worried."
After hearing this, Nita smiled at her, said nothing, and continued her movements.
…
"The renovation of the manor next to it is really noisy. They don't let anyone take a break at noon. If you're in a hurry, you won't have to work hard at noon!" Kailo sighed and said.
