"He... imprisoned my mother? Could it be that that person has been imprisoning my mother all these years!?" At this moment, Mint was already sure that the person Aunt Wei was talking about must be her mother.

Mint's question made Aunt Wei's expression flicker. After a long time, Aunt Wei hesitated and said in a low voice: "It's not considered a prison...have you been looking for her?" Aunt Wei's words undoubtedly confirmed Mint's suspicion.

Mint looked at Aunt Wei firmly, and held her hand tighter: "Of course! She is my mother, I must find her! I only found out about my life experience a few months ago, and I have been looking for her.

, no matter where she is or what happened to her... I just want to find her and honor her properly." What Min Min didn't expect was that it turned out to be that person... It turned out to be just like her worst guess.

, that person... imprisoned my mother for twenty-eight years!

Aunt Wei sighed deeply, and her hand holding the lunch box relaxed slightly. She looked at Mint and said slowly: "When I saw you and him together, I thought you and that person were the same.

Similarly, I thought you were also heartless... After all, you have seen her over the years, but she sheds tears looking at your photos every day... It seems that you are still a child with a conscience."

Aunt Wei's words made Mint's heart froze again. Why did she say that? Unless her mother was in a very difficult situation, unless that person had done something very extreme to her! Why did her mother have her photo? Mother would

Weeping in front of her photo? Mint's heart felt extremely bitter, and she held Aunt Wei's hand tighter: "Where...is she?"

Aunt Wei raised her head and looked around. She took Mint and took two steps towards a hidden place. She lowered her voice and said, "My child, Auntie can't tell you clearly now. Please give me your phone number. When I call you

You come to my house, and then I will take you to find her, do you like it?"

"Can you tell me the place? I'll go find her now..."

"No, no, no, you can't alert anyone. You can't enter that place easily. That place is different from other similar institutions. It is secretly controlled by your father. If he finds out that you and I are close, he will

If you implicate me, let alone look for your mother, I will be imprisoned in that place again! The consequences.

It will be unpredictable. If your mother is kind to me and I am friendly with her, I will not take this risk. So you must listen to me and you must not come here again before I call you.

I don’t want to do anything rashly, unless I look for you, I will find a good time to take you there... you know?"

Mint never thought that things would be so complicated, but at this moment she seemed to be unable to do anything else except trust Aunt Wei in front of her. She hurriedly wrote her phone number on the paper and gave it to Aunt Wei, who received it well.

He stood up, looked around, and whispered to Mint: "Then I'll leave first, don't come looking for me."

"Aunt Wei, I hope... you can make me trust you. Also, I hope I can find my mother as soon as possible."

Aunt Wei sighed heavily: "Believe me, I believe you. I believe you really want to find her."

Mint nodded heavily, and Aunt Wei turned around to leave, but Mint took a step forward and suddenly asked: "Aunt Wei, is my mother... locked up somewhere? Can you tell me what kind of place that is?"

"

Aunt Wei's expression suddenly became a little indifferent. She looked in front of her and a vague voice came: "A... hell. A place where you want to die when you go in and don't want to remember it when you come out."

Mint was frightened, looking at Aunt Wei's indifferent back, unable to move for a long time.

When leaving the Commercial Building, all the fans of Michael at the door should have entered the mall, and the square suddenly seemed a little bleak. Mint Long put on his coat tightly and walked towards the direction where he parked his car. After getting in the car, Mint took out his phone.

, couldn’t help but call Zhan Yifan anymore, Yifan, answer the phone, please, please answer the phone at this time...

"Hello?" The phone was finally picked up, but the voice that spoke was...Meng Junyao?

Mint's hand retracted from the steering wheel, holding the phone in both hands, lowered his head and frowned and called in a low voice: "Meng Junyao?"

Meng Junyao's frivolous voice came softly from the other end: "Of course it's me."

Mint took a breath. Why did she answer Zhan Yifan's call? Mint was silent. She was about to put down the phone and hang up, but Zhan Yifan's voice suddenly came to her ears: "Hello? I'm Yifan."

Mint put the phone back to his ear again, hesitating for a while, and then whispered softly for a long time: "Yifan... have you eaten?"

"Well... I've eaten." Zhan Yifan's voice was cold, and after a while, his attitude... seemed to be a little different?

"And you?"

"...Eat." Does bread count?

"Is there anything wrong on the phone?"

Can't she make a phone call if she has nothing to do? Doubts arose in Mint's mind. She couldn't speak properly when asking about Meng Junyao, as if asking would make her look childish. It was normal for them to work together and help her answer the phone.

She should believe him.

Meng Junyao's voice suddenly came over the phone: "Brother Fan, the meeting with Mr. Zhao is about to begin."

Zhan Yifan's answer turned out to be very gentle: "Well, I know."

Mint's heart feels inexplicably uncomfortable.

"I'll call you tonight, I'm very busy right now."

Mint squeezed the key in his hand tightly and said a faint 'hmm', but Zhan Yifan over there had already hung up the phone. Mint looked at the phone screen that had been hung up, and there was a rapid 'beep beep'.

The sound of being hung up reminded herself so clearly that all this was true. He hung up on her and was indifferent to her! Suddenly, she didn't even remember why she called him or what he originally wanted to say.

.

Unable to help but drop his fist on the steering wheel, Mint lay down, covering his aching stomach and frowning tightly.

She comforted herself and said that she must be overthinking, it must be. Zhan Yifan was so busy at work and had a meeting at the moment. She called him suddenly and he didn't have time to talk to her. But Meng Junyao's attitude was different.

It still stung Mint inexplicably. Did she take his kindness to her for granted for a long time? So why did she feel so uncomfortable with such a sudden indifference?

Zhan Yifan, you haven't changed, have you? You only have a business relationship with Meng Junyao, and you have a good relationship since childhood. You will not give other women the tenderness that is special to you.

However, my stomach feels very uncomfortable and I really want to eat something hot.

"Knock knock~" There was a sudden knock on the car window. Mint looked up and saw Michael.

Mint is surprised, why is he here? Shouldn't he be holding a fan meeting at this time?

Michael smiled and waved to Mint, gesturing for her to roll down her car window. Mint had no choice but to suppress her stomach discomfort and roll down the window.

As soon as the window was rolled down, Michael showed his signature charming smile to Mint: "Sister-in-law, I was fooled by fans and ran out. Now my manager must be so angry that I have run away so far. You can take me with you."

Shall I get out of here?"

Mint was in a bad mood at the moment, like a time bomb. He frowned coldly and said, "I'm going to be late for work, and I don't have time to take you away."

"Sister-in-law, you are so cruel. But...hey, as a reward for what I gave you that day, you have to save me!" After saying that, Michael quickly opened the door and got in like a loach, and then said no to Mint.

With a smile on his face: "Your car is more low-key than mine. Fans won't recognize it. Let's go quickly!" As he said this, he urged Mint to fasten his seat belt and looked at Mint expectantly.

Mint's mood was at a low ebb, but she somehow... calmed down when she saw this guy? In the past, she felt like an actor, with potential in all aspects, but now she feels that she will never become an actor because she

How could his face be compared to that of a professional who was born with a real professional background? Considering that he had helped him the day before yesterday, he had no choice but to start the car and jumped out with a 'swish--' sound.

The car drove quietly on the crowded road, and Mint's heart was crowded with various things. An upset stomach, the words Aunt Wei said, Zhan Yifan's sudden indifference, Meng Junyao... all of these things suddenly came over her.

, so heavy that Mint can’t breathe.

At the red light, Mint stared blankly at the red light until Michael reminded him: "Sister-in-law?"

Mint woke up, and Michael pointed to the red light: "Aren't you leaving?"

Only then did Mint hear the constant urging from the horn from behind, and immediately shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, and the car started to drive slowly again. Michael looked at the side of his face cautiously, as if he could finally hold back and asked: "Cousin-in-law,

Are you in a bad mood? It seems like you have been like this since I saw you the night before."

"What kind of face?"

"Everyone owes you millions."

Mint frowned and glared at Michael in displeasure. Michael immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "But to tell the truth, you really have a terrifying face, covered with frost."

Mint suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road, released the door lock, and said coldly: "Get out."

"Sister-in-law, isn't it? On the way?"

"Where do you want to go?" She was doing her best to take him half way.

Michael's face twitched, and his handsome face turned dark: "At least...should you treat me to a meal? I'm starving to death."

Mint suddenly saw a Fujian Shaxian snack on the street. He locked the car, turned around, opened the door and got out first.

As soon as Michael saw Mint get out of the car, he immediately followed him. He stood by the car and looked at Mint in confusion: "Sister-in-law, this is..."

"Aren't you hungry? Please eat Chinese snacks." He stepped forward, locked the car with his backhand, and strode towards Shaxian snacks. Has a big star ever eaten such food? Mint raised his lips in a bad way.

, leading Michael forward. While covering his face with his coat, Michael did not forget to look left and right, as if he was afraid that others would discover his identity as a big star.

After taking in some mint, she sat down and said directly: "Let's have two wontons." She happened to have a stomachache and wanted to eat something warm.

Michael looked at Mint with a look of disgust: "Sister-in-law, are you going to treat me to this? And this table..." Michael stretched out a finger to wipe the edge, and Mint glanced at him coldly: "Love

Do you want to eat? If you don’t want to eat, squat on the roadside.”

Because almost no one was having lunch at this time, there were only two of them in the entire snack bar. Seeing Mint's unhappy attitude, Michael immediately sat down and just kept wiping the table and stools with a lot of paper. The landlady looked at it.

The distressed kid on the side fell directly on him. Is it easy for them to make a small cost? Two bowls of wontons cost six yuan, but he had to use seven yuan of paper. What a loss, too fast!

The wontons came quickly, and the proprietress had already returned the fourth roll of paper for Michael. Mint ignored Michael's weird behavior of excessive mysophobia, picked up a spoon and mixed the chopped green onions on the noodles, then lowered his head and ate seriously and slowly.

He ate the mint very slowly, but one bite at a time. It was very delicious and very slow. When Michael saw the mint eating like that, he paused and lowered his head to take a bite.

He raised his eyebrows and seemed to find that the taste was not bad, so he took a sip. He took a sip of the soup and it seemed to taste good too? The wontons were not filled with much meat, but they were very fragrant. They lingered between his lips and teeth, and the taste lingered between his teeth for a long time... Michael Yue

The faster he ate, the more he finished half the bowl of mint. He immediately turned around and smiled at the wife of the boss, stretched out two fingers and said, "Mom boss, two more bowls!"

One bowl of mint was enough. My stomach was warm and my energy was back a little. Then I took out twenty yuan and put it on the table. I looked at Michael opposite who had already piled up two bowls and was continuing to fight for the third bowl.

After a quick glance, Mint stood up with a bang and said calmly to the landlady: "The money is here, it's enough for him to eat three bowls."

"Cousin..." Mai Ke swallowed the wontons in one bite and looked at Mint pitifully: "Are you going to leave me?"
To be continued...