1592. Chapter 1592 Heaven's law is manifest and retribution is unhappy [51]
"Nizi, are you curious, how can someone like your mother be related to me?"
Thin smoke filled the eyes, and little sparks flickered brightly and dimly.
Through the smoke, Bo Jinghan looked at Uncle Quan calmly and smiled gently.
The fingers resting on the table were tapping gently on the table: "I'm curious about many things. Can Uncle Quan help me answer them?"
"It depends on what you want to ask. If you ask and I can't answer it, or you don't want to answer it, I won't be able to help you answer your questions."
Uncle Quan’s answer, yes, is the same as no response.
But the way he looked at Bao Jinghan made her stunned for a moment.
If I read it correctly, he seems to want to see someone who has passed away through her, right?
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Bo Jinghan smiled again.
"Uncle Quan."
She called out softly, but she didn't avoid his sight, she just smiled at him so openly.
That smile surprised him, as if the face in his memory, as gentle as water and untainted by dust, was gradually overlapping with it.
In a daze, he seemed to see Bo Qingqing again.
But the next second, her eyebrows were slightly twitchy, and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes that was incompatible with his deep gaze at that moment. But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, like an illusion, but it also made Quan Leng come back to his senses: "Uncle Quan
, I have three questions to ask. I hope you can answer them all. Of course, if there is any offense, please forgive me and don’t argue with my little girl’s film. The first question is, why did you take her in?
Brother, and raised me under my knees? Secondly, when did you learn the truth about my mother’s death? The last one, although I only met you once when I was a child, I remember that my mother’s attitude towards you was very good.
.So I want to ask, how did you and my mother become friends?"
Three questions popped up one after another.
Quan Leng's expression was calm, but his fingers holding the cigarette butt exerted a little force.
Then he relaxed and squinted at Bo Jinghan, with a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth: "What a naughty little girl!"
"Uncle Quan thanks you for the award."
"Ah……"
With a low laugh, Quan Leng pinched the cigarette butt and flicked it into the ashtray.
He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said: "Okay, let me help you clear up your doubts. When I adopted your brother, I didn't have any utilitarian purpose, don't worry. I didn't want to use him to buy my life. At that time, I just felt that he
This face is very similar to your mother. I thought this should be the fate between us, so I brought him back and adopted him as my adopted son... Your second question is better answered. Your mother passed away.
I knew the truth not much earlier than you. I only found out through the information your brother found. The diary and CD are still in the safe. If you want to see it, I will ask your brother to pick it up and send it to you.
I'll leave it to you. As for the third question——"
He took a long breath.
Quan Leng put out the cigarette butt, sighed and closed his eyes, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, and even his voice had a slightly ethereal sense of time: "Your mother and I are indeed friends. But if we strictly speaking,
, she is not only my friend, but also my benefactor. She... saved my life!"
"save you?"
Touching Bao Jinghan's suspicious gaze, Quan Leng's eyes darkened, just as his voice was slightly stained with vicissitudes of life: "You can't imagine that such a weak woman actually...saved my life from the edge of a knife!"
