Chen Huan: "The fate is over. When did Mr. Yan move here to live?"

Yan Zhihui: "Last month, Miss Chen is single now?"

Chen Huan: "Yes. Young Master Yan grew up in Jingping since he was a child?"

Yan Zhihui: "No. What did Miss Chen come to Jingping for?"

Chen Hua raised his eyebrows: "Doing business. Why do you think I am 'coming to Jingping'? What if I live for a long time?"

Yan Zhihui: "Tell me with your accent, you are not a native of Jingping."

Chen Huan: "Young Master Yan's accent doesn't seem to be authentic."

"I just said that I didn't grow up from Jingping and have been abroad for a few years. Miss Chen's questions seem to be about me. Are you interested in me?"

"Just curious. Where did Mr. Yan grow up?"

"Not a good memory, so I refuse to answer."

Chen Huan: "Have you ever been to Ningcheng?"

Yan Zhihui: "No. Why do you ask like this?"

"I came from Ningcheng. Okay, so the game is over."

The man smiled slightly: "Ms. Chen is a very interesting person."

"Young Master Yan is also very funny."

"I will be a neighbor in the future, so please take care of me."

"Of course. The dog has been delivered, the tea has been drunk, so say goodbye."

Yan Zhifan did not stop him anymore, watched the woman leave, then raised his hand and touched the dog's head, which gave Bai Tuanzi a coquettish intimacy.

Sudden--

"Chen Qian!"

The man paused, his eyes were faint and fleeting, and then he slowly looked up with a confused expression: "Miss Chen... are you?"

Shen Wu left and returned, observing the man's reaction from a distance.

"Sorry, the tongue is wrong."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

I really left this time.

Yan Zhihua finished drinking the last sip of tea in the cup and fed the remaining half of the sandwich to Baituanzi.

"Is it tasty?"

"Woom--"

"Greedy Dog."

After it finished eating, Yan Zhihua picked up the leash: "Let's go, come into the house."

One person and one dog went in one after another, and there were still tea sets that had not been cleaned up on the table.

indoor.

I lie down in the doghouse in consciously and take a nap lazily.

Yan Zhi returned to the stairs, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and washed the foam on his hands.

Suddenly, the movement was paused.

His fingertips brushed across the inside of his other wrist. Before, Shen Hua wiped his cuffs, he should be staring at this place, right?

Unfortunately, there is nothing.

The traces of shrapnel scratches had long been smoothed out by laser surgery.

Not only here, but also every place on his body that was injured and scarred in that attack is now clean.

Thinking of her "Chen Qian" without beginning or end, the man's mouth raised, "Have you started to doubt?"

In the mirror, the man's eyebrows and eyes were smiling.

......

Chen Hua did doubt it.

Yan Zhihui felt so familiar to her. Although he spoke with a strange face, his voice was completely different from that person, and even some of his habits in his every move were not exactly similar, she just thought of Chen Qian for no reason.

That man who had died to save her.

But he had no scars on his wrist and did not respond much to the name "Chen Qian".

Chen Mu hesitated.

"What did you say to him?" Suddenly, a cold shout came, wrapped in anger and dissatisfaction.

Chen Hua looked up, Quan Hanting was right in front of her, and she took a step back.

"I ask you, what did you say to the person surnamed Yan?"

He looked jealous.

Chen Wu: "What's your business?"

"I am your man! It's my business if you talk and laugh with other opposite sexes!"

"You said two less words - once."

The man who used to be.

Past tense.

Quan Hanting's face turned dark. Because of guilt and guilt, Decibel unconsciously lowered: "You announced it unilaterally, and I didn't agree."

"It's all the same." Chen Hua was too lazy to talk to him.

Quan Hanting blocked her way.

"What do you want to do?" Chen Hua was exhausted.

"I..." He couldn't say it.

“Get out of here.”

"Wan, don't interact with Yan's surname, he has a problem!"

The woman's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly. Maybe Master Quan Liu's news is more informative than her?

"Is that so? What's the problem?"

"I haven't found it yet, but this person is definitely not simple. His origin and origin have been completely blocked by the Yan family, and all the information that should be left is also erased. It doesn't look like the attitude that he should have when dealing with orthodox heirs."

To put it bluntly, the heirs must be justified.

Now Yan Zhihui has reached that position, but his origin has not been made public for a long time.

For example, who is his biological mother?

Everyone in the circle knew that Yan Ke's dead original wife had nothing to come out, and he brought Yan Zhihui back from outside.

Two years ago, Yan Ke's original wife died of illness. It is logical that the people he raised outside should be welcomed back.

It was indeed welcomed back, and Yang Lan, the current mistress of the Yan family, but it was not said that Yan Zhihui was Yang Lan's son.

Moreover, these two people are not close in public and rarely say a word.

Not like the style of a biological mother and son.

Therefore, the outside world agreed that Yan Zhihui was born to a mistress except Yang Lan.

This is why even though Chen Hua met Yang Lan, who was Mrs. Yan at the banquet, he did not immediately suspect that Yan Zhihui was Chen Qian.
Chapter completed!