"I don't want to see anyone now! I want to take a walk in the yard and be quiet! Also, I'm not engaged yet, don't call me young grandma!!!"
The maid was obviously scared. The young grandmother was usually very gentle and rarely spoke like this: "Yes...shao..."
"Don't call Grandma Young Master, just call me Miss Xia. Okay, I'll go down for a walk, don't follow me!" Chuxue rarely talked to the maid so sternly, but at this moment, all her thoughts were tied to that note.
superior!
The maid nodded in frightened and left.
Chuxue was afraid of being stopped again, so she went downstairs. After thinking about it, she did not walk on the main stairs or pass the living room.
She was afraid that Zhuang Lingjun and the so-called person to meet were waiting for her.
Now, it is more urgent to read that note without looking at nothing!
Sure enough, she chose to walk downstairs by the servants, until she entered the courtyard, but she did not meet anyone.
She secretly sighed that she was so lucky today. She glanced at her window upstairs, and then walked towards the place where the girl buried her notes just now according to her memory.
Although it was already dark, there were a few dark yellow lights in the courtyard, and she could still find that place. She hugged, knelt on the ground, and dug it with her hands.
Sure enough, just after digging it a few times, a strange touch came from my fingers, and it seemed like a note!
She happily picked up the note and wanted to take a closer look, but the lights in the courtyard were too dark and she couldn't see clearly for a while.
Suddenly, a man's call came from the villa: "Xue'er, Xue'er, where have you been? Why can't I find you everywhere?"
Chuxue was alert in his heart. He must not find out that he was searching for notes in the courtyard. Otherwise, if the notes were discovered by him, he would be a trivial matter, and he would definitely be detrimental to his good friend.
Although she couldn't remember who the good friend was named, she had already accepted it in her heart. She was her good friend!
Chuxue quickly put the strips into a ball and stuffed them into her pajama pocket, thinking that it would be too late to go back to the room and watch slowly.
Then he stretched out his feet and quickly restored the small hole he had dug on the ground to its original state. No one could see that something had been buried here.
He raised his head: "I was walking in the courtyard and felt that the house was too stuffy..."
"Come back soon." Zhuang Lingjun's voice was a little stern. He rarely talked to her so sternly, "Come and meet someone."
"Okay." Since the note had been taken, Chuxue stretched out her hand and made sure that the note was lying in her pocket with peace of mind, then walked towards the door.
The light in the living room was very warm, and a man was sitting next to the table.
There was a cup of tea on the table in front of the man. The tea leaves were top-notch. The first snow could smell the fragrance, but the man didn't drink it at all.
The man is about fifties, with gray hair, loose skin, and a little cloudy eyes - but even so, he can see his handsome outline when he was young and his lack of fun in life now.
He looked like a very failed and lonely man. Although his clothes were very bright and the tailor-made suit was valuable at first glance, his expression was written with a deep loneliness and fear... What was he afraid of?
Does she know this man?
Chuxue's heartbeats very fast, searching for the impression of the man in her memory, but she can't find it - but even so, she still felt her heartbeats very fast, it was a feeling of mixed strangeness and familiarity.
Looking at the man's eyes, the man also looked at her eagerly, his lips trembling... She felt very scared... Who is he... Why did he feel so nervous when he sees him?
Not only was he nervous, but he was also afraid, but he seemed to know clearly that this person had a completely inseparable connection with him...
"Xue'er..." the man finally shouted.
His voice was trembling so badly that he slowly stood up, as if he was going to walk towards her and to pull her hand!
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"don't want!!!!"
Chuxue let out a terrible scream from the depths of her throat!
She didn't know why she was so scared, afraid and disgusted, as if she saw many cockroaches!
She staggered and hurriedly retreated!
"Xue'er, you... why are you..." The man's eyes were a little red, and then he turned his head and looked at Zhuang Lingjun in confusion: "Didn't you say she has lost her memory? Why..."
Zhuang Lingjun frowned slightly, walked over, held Chuxue's hand tightly into his palm, and then said softly: "Xue'er, this is your father. Look, you don't know your father anymore?"
Chuxue suddenly felt like she was stabbed by a needle in her mind!
Then, he shook Zhuang Lingjun's hand without any hesitation and shouted: "You are lying! I don't have a father!!!"
Zhuang Lingjun's face changed suddenly!
She was indeed amnesia-lost, he was sure, but why, even though she lost her memory, she still remembered her hatred for her father?
In that case, will there still be memories of Jin Ting in her heart?
Jin Ting will definitely return to China, and it will be soon.
He knows Jin Ting very well.
So……
His face immediately became a little bad, but he still comforted Chuxue softly and said, "Baby, you have lost your memory and you don't remember anything. He is your father. Look, how much you look like him."
Of course, this man is Xie Junhao!
He came from France thousands of miles away, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.
But when he knew that his daughter had lost her memory, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart!
In this way, will Xueer not remember her hatred and dislocation?
In this way, can he recognize his daughter?
Xie Junhao cheered up, smiled, and tried to reach out and pull Chuxue's hand again: "Xue'er, you had some misunderstandings with your father before you lost your memory, and a little quarrel happened, so you may see your father now
You will be unhappy... But don't treat your father like this... Dad loves you the most, and this way, Dad will be very sad..."
Chuxue looked at Xie Junhao coldly: "How do you prove that you are my father?"
"This..." Xie Junhao stood there embarrassedly, "Does this still need to be proved?"
"Of course, because my sixth sense tells me that I am a person without a father!" Chuxue's voice slowly became louder, "Tell me, you came from France, right? Why have you been in France?
Since you are my father, why don’t you live with me?”
Xie Junhao and Zhuang Lingjun looked at each other.
Of course, they had already thought of these lines.