Ruan Anlan had to admit that she was a pessimist. When a relationship began, she had already begun to prepare for the next separation.
Perhaps it is precisely because he has experienced so many such blows that Ruan Anlan no longer has much courage and courage to choose to believe.
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But soon Ruan Anlan didn't have much time and energy to think about these messy things.
After I separated from Mingyou that day, I knew that Mingyou would not investigate for me the truth about the events surrounding her mother's death that year.
Ruan Anlan stopped making plans for Mingyou.
She found another person to help her investigate those events back then.
I didn't have any hope at first, but I didn't expect that things would actually progress.
"Say, little beauty, how can you be so sure that I will help you?"
The visitor was wearing a fancy and colorful outfit, and as soon as he came in, he was greeted by a gust of fragrance.
His peach fan-like eyes were sparkling, like a male peacock fluttering with flowers, and he exuded a romantic temperament that said, "Come and ravage me."
As the man spoke, he sat down opposite Ruan Anlan, raised his orchid fingers and took a sip of hot tea into his mouth. His beautiful lips were as red as if he had applied lipstick.
This person is none other than Feng Yao, the personal stylist that Gu Tingyuan hired for Ruan Anlan.
Ruan Anlan looked at the person opposite him with a half-smile, and after listening to his frivolous tone, he shook his head helplessly.
Not quite used to the strong, unknown perfume emanating from Feng Yao, Ruan Anlan covered her nose and frowned.
"Believe it or not, didn't you help me?" Ruan Anlan asked.
"Tsk, tsk," Feng Yao spat in disgust: "Do you know that you look so much like Gu Tingyuan now? It's really annoying. You're not any less cute than before."
When Gu Tingyuan's name was mentioned suddenly, Ruan Anlan felt as if he was in a different world.
Ruan Anlan frowned and said nothing.
Seeing Ruan Anlan's expression, he suddenly smiled and came closer as if he had understood everything.
Looking at Feng Yao's handsome face magnified in front of her eyes, Ruan Anlan took a half step back: "Do you want to die?"
Feng Yao was amazed and looked at Ruan Anlan curiously.
Feng Yao saw every detail of the expression change on Ruan Anlan's face, and his eyes darkened.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was so similar.
If Ruan Anlan hadn't spoken, he might have thought he was alone...
It's just a pity that that person will never be able to open his eyes and look at him like this again in his life.
Thinking of this, Feng Yao's mood suddenly dropped, and his face became a little colder.
Ruan Anlan interrupted Feng Yao impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, how are you doing with the investigation I asked you to investigate? Didn't you say there was progress?"
Feng Yao shrugged, "It's almost the same as your guesses. Besides, haven't you already checked almost everything?"
Ruan Anlan frowned: "What do you mean..."
"Your mother's death is indeed not simple. What you said you investigated before is basically the same as what I investigated."
Ruan Anlan took a deep breath, and her face gradually turned pale. There was no blood on her delicate and small face, and she looked fragile at the touch of a finger.
Feng Yao continued speaking, minding his own business.
"The drugs your mother took to suppress depression were laced with some chronic poisons of unknown ingredients. This is also an important reason for aggravating your mother's condition."