The bodyguard came over: "The demolition engineering team called and said they will arrive in one and a half hours."

Zhan Yan: "No rush."

Mei's mother suddenly stood up, her legs were numb after kneeling for a long time, her body was swaying, her eyes were filled with hatred, "...the old lady was forced to death because of you!" She pointed at him with a trembling finger, "You

You are just a devil, you will be punished, you will not have a good death..."

Zhan Yan smiled, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "...It's all thanks to you. If you hadn't handed the land deed to Ying Jingya personally, no one would know the whereabouts of the land deed. You are also responsible for what I have today.

without."

Zhan Yan's words seemed to be deliberately stimulating her.

The cause of Mrs. Jiang's death was that she was angry to death.

She had survived until now just to guard the Jiang family's old house. It was all because she... stole the land deed and took it away to Ying Jingya, and then the old lady died of anger.

Mrs. Mei has been with Mrs. Jiang for decades, and Mrs. Jiang is like a family member to her. Her death is closely related to Mrs. Mei, and she feels regret, pain, and guilt in her heart...

All kinds of emotions weighed her down.

The voice in her heart kept roaring, almost torturing her crazy.

"...I will not end well, and neither will you." Mei's mother's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, she took out a kitchen knife from behind and rushed towards him, "You devil, go to hell!"

Mei's mother didn't succeed at all. The well-trained bodyguards, with quick eyesight and quick hands, pushed the woman in front of her to the ground.

Zhan Yan looked down at the person lying at his feet. At this moment, a burst of thunder exploded in the sky, and purple lightning instantly illuminated his deep, dark and clear outline. His eyes were sharp and terrifying, "Put the person together with the coffin,

Throw them to Ying's house together."

Bodyguard: "Yes, President!"

Dozens of people searched out all the belongings of the single-family villa, piled them as high as a mountain, and poured gasoline on them. Zhan Yan picked up a piece of white drawing paper that he had found out from somewhere. He picked it up and saw that it was

A portrait of a man, with the last name written on it - Zhuang Mingyue.

The person in the painting is Jiang Yushu, and this painting has been well preserved by him.

With a face that could not be seen clearly, he took out a metal lighter and lit the drawing paper. As soon as he let go, the ignited drawing paper fell, and was ignited by the fire at that moment...

No amount of detail can extinguish this raging fire, and the firelight dances in the dark pupils.

At this time, the demolition engineering team arrived and, in accordance with the rules, demolished and rebuilt everything here...

I don’t know why, the thunder was so loud today, Zhuang Mingyue was also woken up, with cold sweat on her body, and little Xingxing cried loudly. Zhuang Mingyue looked at the place beside her, and it was cold without any residual warmth.

It was after Zhan Yan fell asleep that he left.

Looking at the beating clock hanging on the wall, it's already past one o'clock in the morning...

There was almost no good weather these days, and little Xingxing would cry non-stop whenever there was a thunderstorm, so it was difficult for Zhuang Mingyue to coax her.

This night... was very similar to the night when she was caesarean sectioned and the fetus was taken out of her belly.

This is also the case now, with loud thunder...

Turning on the light, Zhuang Mingyue picked up the child and got out of bed, "Okay, okay, little Xingxing, be good, don't cry anymore..."

Holding the child in her arms, Zhuang Mingyue herself felt very flustered...

Realizing she had no choice, she took the child to the study room, where the sound insulation was slightly better.

She walked down the second floor to her father's study, and suddenly something rang out. Xu Zekai had told her that there was a secret room in her father's study...

But all her mother's secrets are contained in this secret room.

The button to the secret room was under the desk. Zhuang Mingyue walked over with curiosity, completely forgetting about the crying child in her arms.

Zhuang Mingyue squatted down, and in the lighted study room, she reached out and touched it. There was a protruding place that became loose when pressed lightly. The mechanism setting was not obvious.

Most of the time, the father would not have expected anyone to enter his room.

Zhuang Mingyue tried to press it, and suddenly he saw a pair of dark leather shoes in the gap under the door. There were footsteps approaching. She immediately let go of her hand, stood up and sat on the chair where her father had been sitting, and accidentally twisted in a hurry.

To the place where it hurts.

After a moment of pain, Zhuang Mingyue didn't dare to let go, and just in time Zhan Yan pushed the door open and walked in.

Zhanyan was a little wet, and there were water drops on his clothes. He closed the door with his backhand, "Were you woken up by the baby?"

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her head. The child didn't cry much anymore, but his face was a little red and he was still coughing a little.

"Give me the child, your hands are weak."

Zhuang Mingyue didn't let him hug her, "Why do you smell of diesel? Where have you been?"

Zhan Yan said without changing his expression: "On the way back, the car broke down. Let's fix it. I'll take a shower first."

"Um."

When he turned around, Zhuang Mingyue's eyebrows and her heart skipped a beat. Her sixth sense told her that Zhan Yan was lying to her.

After confirming that he had gone upstairs, Zhuang Mingyue placed the child on the soft bed on one side. She went to turn on the switch button under the desk, and then quickly and slowly moved away from the shelf where the Buddha statue was placed.

Zhuang Mingyue was shocked and horrified, what Xu Zekai said was actually true!

There really is a secret room in my father’s study!

Zhuang Mingyue didn't think much. She tried her best to walk in, and the sensor light above her head lit up. When she entered the secret room, her brain suddenly became empty...

She was stunned. The walls were all filled with photos of her mother...

Moreover, the layout here seems to be that of a woman's boudoir, the decoration is relatively retro, the bed is also a carved wood bed, from the dressing table to the wardrobe...

There is a painting in the middle. In the painting, a woman is wearing a red cheongsam embroidered with peony flowers, her long hair is tied up and she wears a hairpin. Her smile is gentle and generous.

She is Yan Qingcheng.

Zhuang Mingyue walked over with weighing steps. She touched the woman in the painting. Her facial features, eyes, and lip shape were all very similar to the woman in the painting...

For the first time, she saw her mother's face clearly.

She is really beautiful. When my mother was alive, she was said to be the most beautiful woman in the imperial capital, and it was not a lie.

Indescribable emotions…

Zhuang Mingyue felt that her heart was trembling.

"I...I finally see you..."

"You are more beautiful than I thought."

Xu Zekai said that she would get the answer here, so...what is it?

Turning her eyes, she looked towards the bed. On the folded quilt, there was a very retro picture album. Zhuang Mingyue opened a page. The photo was black and white, with some yellowing on both sides.

In the photo, there is a slender man wearing a long coat with an elegant and delicate face. A silver chain hangs from his chest. He has a smile as warm as a spring breeze at the corner of his mouth. He puts his hand on his mother's shoulder, and her mother is also smiling, laughing.

She is very gentle and her eyes are full of happiness.

Zhuang Mingyue quickly looked through the photos, and 'his' presence occupied the majority.

Almost every photo has a photo with my mother.
Chapter completed!