The building in front of you is an old house in City S.

When the lights first came on, they seemed a little deserted and could not be seen clearly.

After the driver sent Yan Aoan to his destination, he turned around and drove away, as if he thought this was an ominous place.

Yan Aoan started looking at the door sign, No. 8 Wutong Lane.

But where is the door? Looking up at the high wall, I look endlessly, and I feel like a rich family and a wealthy family.

In Wutong Lane, there is indeed a row of thick sturdy sycamore trees standing side by side to the distance, with dense black leaves that are imaginative.

I walked along this avenue for a long time before I saw an old guise on the right. A few big words "Renyitang" were engraved on the wooden drawing board: "Renyitang". I don't know who came from.

The copper-colored retro door has a bit of majestic feeling, but the style is very trendy, not the kind that the Tang Dynasty saw when they saw a wealthy family. There are two stone lions on each side of the door, which is particularly domineering.

There was actually a man in black wearing sunglasses standing next to the stone lion. His expressionless face looked very scary. Generally, people were like the driver just now, so they naturally stayed as far away as they could.

Yan Aoan was not afraid, but was surprised. Is this Renyitang the place he was looking for? Compared with the text message, I read it again. No. 8 Wutong Lane is correct.

"Hello, is this No. 8 Wutong Lane?" Yan Aonan smiled very friendly.

"Yes. Who are you? What's the matter?" The man in sunglasses said in a very aggressive tone, very rude, even more fierce than the police who were standing guard.

"I'm here to find Chen Yaya."

"If you don't have this person, go away. Don't surround me around if you have nothing to do." An impatient and domineering voice.

"Then is Murong Wenshan here?"

"Young Master? Where did you come from? I've come to report my name." The man in sunglasses took off his sunglasses, showed a pair of torch-like gazes, staring at her vigilantly.

Yan Aoan felt that he had taken off his sunglasses and was less hostile. She was naturally not afraid and said with a smile: "You might as well bother this guy, go in and report it, and say that his friend Yan Aoan is visiting." She completely showed her professional level when she sent a ward to the Tang Dynasty.

When he reached out and didn't hit the smiling person, the other party's attitude immediately improved a lot, but there was still no smile on his face. He said to her: "Wait, I'll call and ask for instructions."

He turned around and ran to a side door next to the copper door. After a few minutes, he came out and said politely: "Miss Yan, please come with me."

When you enter the door, there is a typical private house. The house is old but the furnishings are very new. Yan Aoan looked around the courtyard. The scale and shape of the building are larger than Lin Jiani's father's "Ni Mansion". Of course, the decorations are naturally not as good as those of the decorations. Following the man in the sunglasses and suit, he found that there were a few steps inside, and the antique furnishings placed were also very expensive.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, with people hiding everywhere. Yan Aonan smiled and followed her into her eyes without looking sideways, without any stage fright.

After passing through several courtyards, we came to a living room. Murong Wenshan was already waiting with Chen Yaya.

"Yanyan, you finally come to save me." Chen Yaya immediately jumped up from the sofa and rushed into Yan Aonan's arms. Murong Wenshan looked at them with an awkward face, with an extremely unnatural expression.

"Yaya, don't mess around." Yan Aoan touched her head and smiled at Murong Wenshan and said, "Ashan, thank you for taking care of her."

Murong Wenshan's face became even more obscene, and his beautiful eyelashes covered his eyelids like a fan, and he looked extremely awkward: "Yanyan, don't say that quickly. Taking care of her is what I should do."

"Who wants you to take care of me? It sounds so nice, please don't imprison me." Chen Yaya turned her face and said with anger.

"Yaya, stop talking nonsense. Ashan is an honest man, how could he do such a thing?" Yan Aonan made a smooth move.

"He is an honest man? Yanyan, don't be deceived by him anymore. He is now a typical black club, and he is still a small leader. He is domineering and selfish and hateful." Chen Yaya shouted angrily, criticizing Murong Wenshan for not being wrong.

And he just lowered his head and said nothing.

"What's wrong with you two? Didn't you go to have a simple meal yesterday? Don't say Ashan so badly." Yan Aonan frowned and pointed out that Chen Yaya was unreasonable.

"Yanyan, what do you know? Yesterday I sent a lot of men with sunglasses to follow me. Today, they wanted to go out to meet friends, but he didn't let it go." Chen Yaya's pretty slap in her face was full of grievances.

"What's going on? Ashan, do you think there is any misunderstanding with Yaya?" Yan Aoan asked staring at his head.

Murong Wenshan raised his head, his eyes flashed with complex emotions, with tolerance and pain, and finally smiled bitterly: "The person she wants to meet is Gao Nanping."

Gao Nanping, the yellow-haired shadow passed through Yan Aoan's mind. Thinking of the fragment that the wealthy illegitimate child hurt Chen Yaya very much, he turned around and scolded: "Yaya, what are you going to see him? Isn't it enough to endure hardship?"

Because Murong Wenshan was by her side, she did not continue talking.

Chen Yaya bit her lips, her eyes filled with tears of grievance, and she choked and said, "Yanyan, are you also helping him? What's wrong with seeing Huangmao? He said he knew my parents' whereabouts. Can I not go to see him?"

Murong Wenshan looked at Chen Yaya, looking heartbroken, and said softly: "It's not that I don't want you to see you, but now it's unusual for any movement outside. I just want to go with you."

"What are you kidding? I'll take you to see him. Even if he knows what the situation is, he won't tell me. Yanyan, do you think so?" Chen Yaya's eyes widened, looking embarrassed.

No matter what, the guy Huangmao is also considered his ex-boyfriend. He brought Murong Wenshan to his ex-boyfriend. Is he trying to stimulate him? Maybe he will think what he wants.

"Didn't you say that you have nothing to do with him?" Murong Wenshan looked innocent, and seemed to be just trying to protect Chen Yaya's safety. On the other hand, Chen Yaya thought too much about him.

"Ashan, do you think this is OK? I'll accompany Yaya to meet that yellow-haired guy for a while. That guy is quite concise. It's actually not wrong for you to do this." Yan Aonan finally knew why these two people were confused, so he simply volunteered.

"Yanyan, that's great!" Chen Yaya seemed to meet a soldier as a scholar, and couldn't explain the truth to Murong Wenshan. Now she finally saw the dawn of getting rid of this guy.

"It's natural that you're willing to accompany her, otherwise I'm worried that she will be deceived." Murong Wenshan compromised helplessly, as if he was letting go of his wife who wanted to make a fuss, and said cruelly.

Chen Yaya's heart had already flown far away, and she had no intention of comforting his little emotions.

Yan Aonan naturally understands the feeling of his friends' persistent search for the whereabouts of their parents. She also hopes that this time, the yellow-haired man is not here to tease Chen Yaya, but that there is really reliable information.
Chapter completed!