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6-94 Han Weiwei

After Han Weilan left, she felt very sad. She didn't expect that her husband would still mind that she had a good time with Tang Yulong before, which was all the past.

"Do you want to tell your sister the matter? Tang Feng is her son after all, am I still very selfish?" Han Weilan was a little confused.

After some struggle, Han Weilan finally let go of her selfishness and took the phone.

"Hey, is it my sister?" After waiting for a while, the trans-ocean phone finally answered.

Han Weiwei, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, said: "Weilan, what's wrong with calling so late."

"Oh, I forgot that it was late at night on your side." Han Weilan looked at her watch. She was too disobedient just now and actually forgot that it was late at night on Han Weiwei.

"It's okay, I haven't slept anyway, Weilan, I just had a dream, dreaming of finding my son who had been separated for many years." Han Weiwei has been having such dreams over the past decade. Tang Yulong seemed to know something, and he never came back after taking Tang Feng away. Later, he found out that Tang Yulong died in the mission.

"Sister..." Han Weilan felt something stuck in her throat and could not speak.

"What? I feel like you have something to do today. Just say it." Han Weiwei has been managing the Qing Gang business abroad in recent years. She hasn't seen her sister for a long time. However, she has grown up with her sister since she was a child, so she naturally knows her sister's personality. With Han Weilan's voice just now, her sister must have something to tell her, but she can't speak.

"Sister, if I did something wrong, can you forgive me?" Han Weilan said.

Han Weiwei said on the other end of the phone: "Okay, I promised you, I won't blame you."

"Thank you sister." Han Weilan was a little grateful, but the more she did, the more she couldn't stand it. When she thought of her husband joining together with her son to harm her sister's children, her heart became cold and she didn't know how to face her sister.

"What's the matter? Weilan, this doesn't look like your personality." Han Weiwei knew that her sister's personality was always talking, but what happened today made her look so different in personality.

"Sister,... Actually, I have found your son who has been separated for many years. His name is Tang Feng..." Han Weilan took a breath, and when she spoke, her voice became weaker and weaker.

Bang!

The sound of a porcelain cup falling to the ground and smashing it from the other end of the phone.

"Sister...Sister, what happened." Han Weilan felt something was wrong. The sound from the other end of the phone just now made Han Weilan's heart beat suddenly.

But no sound came from the other end.

...

San Francisco, West Coast.

This is a coastal villa, and the people who live here are all super rich. It is said that Jobs had a luxurious villa here back then.

In a very luxuriously decorated villa, there is a middle-aged woman with a very elegant appearance. Her skin is as snowy as she is, but her expression is a little dull and clear at this time.

"Sister...Sister, what's wrong with you..."

In front of the middle-aged woman, Han Weilan's voice was still heard from the telephone, but the middle-aged woman did not answer her words at this time.

This middle-aged woman is Han Weiwei. Looking at her very delicate face, she was also climbed up to the fine wrinkles by the ruthless years.

"Yulong..." Han Weiwei cried in a low voice. She had been missing this name for more than ten years, and the name she thought of was him every moment.

Of course, her son was not seen for more than ten years after he left. Now that there was finally news, it was really hard for her to accept. Over the past ten years, she has tried hard to find her child, but her father was very strict with her and took strict care of her. Later, no matter how she looked for her, she couldn't find it until she got the news that Tang Yulong died bravely.

In recent years, she has managed the affairs of the Qing Gang in San Francisco, USA. The Qing Gang has developed rapidly and has many disciples and industries in the United States.

She was so busy with her career that she almost forgot that she had a lost son.

After calming for a long time, Han Weiwei finally picked up the telephone, but Han Weilan's phone had already hung up at this time.

Han Weiwei dialed his assistant's number: "Alice, please help me book the flight ticket to China Jianghai tomorrow morning. I want the earliest flight in the morning."

"Yes, boss." On the other end, the beautiful Alice woke up from her sleep, picked up her mobile phone number, looked at it, it was her boss who called her. She didn't know why her boss called her in the middle of the night.

However, he didn't dare to ask too much. The boss asked her to buy tickets. Now she had to find a way to get the tickets for this morning.

The Boeing 747 shuttled over the clouds. Today's weather was particularly clear, but Han Weiwei didn't have time to appreciate this beautiful scenery at this time. Her thoughts were full of thoughts, which made her feel a little headache.

"Hi, beautiful lady, can you leave your contact information? I am happy to be friends with you." The American gentleman who was sitting with Han Weiwei said kindly to Han Weiwei, looking at Han Weiwei's graceful body from time to time.

"If you don't want to fall from this plane, I advise you not to make any ideas." Han Weiwei did not look back, her tone was very cold, and in the glory, she seemed to feel condescending.

"I'm sorry, I know what to do." The gentleman next to him clearly felt something called aura. After nodding politely, he never dared to mess with this queen-like woman again.

Han Weiwei was also happy at this time, and no one disturbed her anymore.

The plane landed at Jianghai International Airport without notifying anyone and returned to the branch of Qinggang in Jianghai City alone.

"Wang Lei, go and find Han Weilan and say I'm back." Han Weiwei said to a middle-aged man. The man named Wang Lei was the head of the Qing Gang in Jianghai City.

"Yes, Miss." Wang Lei nodded. The young lady's temper still had not changed at all. She was still so arrogant, which made people feel breathless. This may be due to her long-term high position.
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