The phone number was not connected, and Jing Li seemed to have accepted his fate and persuaded himself to give up his unrealistic fantasy.

Huo Qiran stayed at the airport until the flight she was on took off and he did not leave.

On the way back, he received a call from his instructor and answered several questions related to the instructor's experimental data.

The instructor didn't say much or urged him to return to the laboratory. Huo Qiran's front still drove towards the direction where the laboratory was sitting.

But when he was about to arrive at the laboratory, Huo Qiran could not help but dialed another phone number.

"Uncle Yao, it's me."

Yao Qi on the other end of the phone immediately became alert, "What's wrong with you kid?"

Huo Qiran laughed silently, "What, I must have something to do when I look for you?"

"You are the same as your mother. If you don't have anything to do, why are you looking for me?" Yao Qi has remained unchanged for many years, and is not polite to Mu Qian, and is not polite to her son either.

Huo Qiran coughed low and said, "There is indeed something that I want to ask you..."

"explain."

Huo Qiran said: "I have a phone number here. If you want to check the owner of this number, can you help?"

"What are you asking me for this?" Yao Qi said, "Isn't it faster and more efficient to find your uncle?"

"After all, it's a private matter." Huo Qiran said, "and my uncle has been busy with a lot of things recently..."

"Your uncle has to be busy with a lot of things, but I don't have to be busy with much things, right?"

"This matter is not urgent." Huo Qiran hurriedly said, "Uncle Yao, you can deal with it whenever you have time. I can wait."

Yao Qi snorted and hung up the phone directly.

Although he did not make a clear statement, Huo Qiran knew that his reaction was just to agree.

Sure enough, within two days, Huo Qiran received the message and information sent by Yao Qi.

When Huo Qiran opened the information, he saw a photo. The person in the photo was unfamiliar to him. However, the name next to the photo made Huo Qiran's heart beat tightly.

Jing Yanting.

There are not many people with the surname Jing in Tongcheng, but they will call Jingli, and the surname Jing...

Huo Qiran quickly looked at the information below, but only saw this man named Jing Yanting working on a construction site in the west of the city. He was eating and living at the construction site. He rarely left the construction site. He was taciturn and had no relatives or reasons. Apart from this, there was no detailed information.

Huo Qiran looked at the photo again.

The man in the photo is thin, haggard, messy, stubble, and dark skin, and almost unable to see his original appearance.

Huo Qiran couldn't tell whether he and Jingli were similar. However, when he saw the familiar mobile phone number on the information, Huo Qiran couldn't help but take out his cell phone, pressed the series of numbers, and hesitated for a moment, dialed in.

The phone rang for a long time and was finally picked up.

"Hey?" The person on the other end of the phone had a rough voice as if he had been worn by sand, and was very low, and he could not hear any emotion.

"Hello." Huo Qiran tried to speak, "Is it Mr. Jing?"

The other end of the phone suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds of silence, the phone was hung up directly.

Huo Qiran stared at the phone that was soon restored to the desktop and looked at it for a moment, stood up decisively, took his car keys and went out.

As soon as the car drove out of the Huo family, Huo Qiran received a video call from Jing Li.

"What are you doing?" Jing Li was preparing for dinner. When he saw him sitting in the car, he couldn't help asking, "Didn't you get off work early today? Are you just going home now, or are you going out for dinner?"

"Prepare to go out for dinner." Huo Qiran told a small lie and then asked her, "What are you going to eat tonight?"

Jingli showed him his dinner, "I ordered a takeaway, and wanted to eat spicy food, but Stewart couldn't, so we both ate their own."

Huo Qiran smiled slightly and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's not bad." Jingli said, "What are you eating tonight?"

Huo Qiran said: "Probably...it's barbecue again."

"It's barbecue again?" Jing Li couldn't help laughing, "Why do people in your laboratory love barbecue so much?"

The two of them chatted all the way. Huo Qiran stopped the car, looked up at the somewhat desolate construction site in front of him, and then said to Jing Li: "I'm here, I'll tell you if I'll go home tonight?"

"Have you arrived at the place to eat?" Jing Li suddenly asked.

Huo Qiran responded.

"Okay, then." Jingli said quickly, "Then you have a good dinner, I'm going out to throw the garbage too."

After hanging up the phone, Huo Qiran looked at the blue construction site gate in front of him again.

It was time for dinner, and occasionally there were workers in groups of three or three from the gate. Some had just come out of the inside, while others bought things from outside and went in.

Soon Huo Qiran saw a lonely figure, tall and thin, but walking very slowly. He was carrying a transparent bag containing a disposable lunch box in his hand, and was covered in dirty clothes, slowly walking from a distance.

There were other workers on the road who always greeted him when they met. Only when they passed by him, not only did no one greet him, but everyone would even unconsciously stay away from two steps and avoid the route he passed.

The man did not look up throughout the whole process, as if the people around him were transparent. He just walked his own way and finally walked to the blue door.

Huo Qiran sat in the car that was shut down throughout the whole time, quietly observing his every move. Until he was about to disappear from his sight, he pushed the door and shouted at the back: "Jing Yanting."

The figure paused suddenly, and then slowly turned around.

At the same time, workers near the gate also cast curious eyes at Huo Qiran, probably not thinking that anyone would come to find such a person.

Jing Yanting's eyes seemed not very good. After seeing Huo Qiran, he walked forward a few more steps stiffly. He stopped when he was only two or three meters away from Huo Qiran.

When he saw Huo Qiran's appearance clearly, his slightly narrowed eyes opened in shock in an instant, and he took two steps back uncontrollably.

The road behind him was uneven. When he was retreating, he stepped on a rock and staggered. He suddenly fell heavily to the ground. The lunch box in his hand also fell out and spread all over the floor.

But he couldn't care about the lunch box anymore. He stood up, turned his head and walked inside, and walked in a hurry, leaving only one sentence: "You recognized the wrong person."
Chapter completed!