Dashengdi sat in Fernan's car, looking at the speeding scenery outside the window with anxiety and expectation, sighing, "I haven't seen what it looks like outside for more than a year."

Fernan slowly parked the car on the side of the road, looked around at Dashengdi and asked, "Do you want to buy something?"

"Go to find a friend."

Fei Nan got out of the car, came to the co-pilot, rubbed Xiaobai's head, and instructed: "You stay in the car with this uncle, don't run around."

"Um!"

Xiaobai nodded obediently.

Fei Nan entered the gold shop next to him. Two fashionable girls passed by the car. Dashengdi stared at their swaying figures, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

It's better to be outside!

As soon as I entered the gold shop, a clerk came up to me.

"I'll look for Boss Su." Fei Nan looked at the direction of the office area.

"Okay, the boss is behind, I'll take you there."

The clerk readily led Fei Nan back and said, "The boss has an explanation. If someone looks for him, you can take him directly to see him."

Oh? It seems that I know I'm coming?

Fernan raised his eyebrows without showing any expression.

Following the clerk to an office behind, and when he pushed the door open, Fernan saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for him to arrive.

"Boss, this gentleman is looking for you."

The man nodded and looked at Fernan with a gentle look.

"Sit down."

He raised his hand and pointed to the opposite position, but did not get up.

Fernan didn't care, so he stepped forward and sat down calmly, and looked around.

The office is not big, but it is beautifully decorated.

There were a few words hanging on the wall, and Fei Nan didn't recognize them very much, so he could only guess roughly, such as seal script, and one on it even looked like oracle bone inscriptions.

The furniture styles in the office are not harmonious, from imported sofas, to antique purple clay teapots, to computers on the desk, there is a sense of mess.

But the man sitting on the sofa magically made the layout of the entire room feel coordinated and pleasant, and even a little casual.

Looking at Su Youfu across from him quietly, Fenan observed him.

He is no different from the nightmare in Huanhuan's dream, but his temperament is more than a little stronger than that nightmare.

He looked about in his thirties and under forty, but his every move was lukewarm and slow, like an old man who had seen vicissitudes of life.

However, his bright eyes were as clear and pure as a child, as if no matter what he said, it was sincere and sincere, and would not make people doubt it.

Leaving Fei Nan's observation, Su Youfu picked up a pot of tea that had just been boiled with candlelight on the tea tray on the table, poured a small bowl of tea, raised his hand and smiled to signal.

Fenan pinched a teacup that was not much larger than a mineral water bottle cap, took a sip, and asked, "Lu'an melon slices?"

"My hometown tea."

Su Youfu looked at him calmly and asked with a smile: "How does it taste?"

"The tea is good, the water is good, and the kung fu is good." Feinan praised it without hesitation. The tea tastes really good.

"It's not as good as before!"

Su Youfu smiled and shook his head, sighing: "About 350 years ago, it should have been the late Ming Dynasty. At that time, the melon slices in Qitoushan tasted the best, but since they were listed as tributes, the taste has become less and less."

"I don't understand tea."

Fernan shook his head.

Su Youfu smiled: "I didn't understand before, and I could understand after drinking too much."

Fernan was too lazy to play a puzzle with him, so he simply asked directly: "Are you Su Youfu?"

"yes."

Su Youfu nodded calmly.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"Know a little."

Su Youfu looked at him with great interest: "I thought that those who know how to fall asleep were dead."

Fenan's eyes froze and asked in a deep voice: "Did you put the nightmare in Huanhuan's dream in?"

Su Youfu's eyes flashed with surprise: "It seems you don't understand very much."

Fernan did not answer the call.

Su Youfu smiled and explained patiently: "Nightmare is a projection of everyone's fear. It is a phenomenon, not an object, and it does not exist and it is said to put it into other people's dreams."

"Are you Huanhuan's father?"

Fernan stared at him and asked.

"certainly."

Su Youfu admitted frankly.

"Why is Huanhuan's nightmare your image? Why did she avoid her father like a snake or a scorpion? What kind of memories did she forget?"

Fernan's problems came out one after another like gunfire.

Su Youfu was not upset at all and asked, "What do you call me if I didn't ask?"

"Tony Leung."

"Oh, Mr. Liang, lucky to know."

Su Youfu nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, Mr. Liang, I can see that you like Huanhuan very much. If possible, I want to ask, are you willing to adopt Huanhuan?"

When Fenan heard this, he frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Did I not say it clearly enough?"

Su Youfu spread his hands and repeated: "Mr. Liang, are you willing to adopt Huanhuan?"

After staring at him and looking at him for a while, Fenan asked, "If I heard correctly, you just said that you are indeed Huanhuan's father, right?"

"That's right."

"You have a terminal illness, and you haven't had much time?"

"No, on the contrary, I am extremely healthy and have a long life."

"Are you penniless and penniless?"

"Although I can't claim to be rich, I don't lack food and clothing, and I have some spare money."

"Then why don't you even want to raise your own daughter, but instead want to give her to outsiders?" Fernan stared at him, his tone of anger.

“That’s a long story…”

Su Youfu sighed lightly and said with a smile: "Mr. Liang, have you not answered my question yet?"

"I don't need your answer."

Fernan looked at him indifferently: "There are many reasons, but the result is the same after all, right?"

Su Youfu was silent for a moment before he said seriously: "I'm for her own good."

"Transferring a child to a mental hospital and ignore it is called for her own good? Knowing that her daughter is suffering from a nightmare, but she ignores her. This is called for her own good? Without investigating her background, she casually entrusts her daughter to a stranger who has only met once. This is called for her own good?"

Fernan frowned and looked at him with a stiff tone.

Su Youfu lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Seeing this, Fenan was a little annoyed and snorted coldly and asked, "I'll ask you, how did Huanhuan's mother die?"

Su Youfu was in a daze, his eyes instantly changed, as if he was trapped in endless memories.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Some regrets cannot be compensated. Mr. Liang, I don't want to hide them deliberately. I just don't want certain things to continue to be a burden to Huanhuan."

"You killed her!"

Fernan stared at him.

"I don't……"

Su Youfu's tone was still calm, but Fei Nan suddenly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his pores were faintly erected, as if he was facing a terrifying ferocious beast.

"I didn't kill her."
Chapter completed!