An Zhisu touched his hair subconsciously: "Really? I remember that I was wearing a crown at my mother's funeral. It turns out that I was also wearing it when we first met."
"Well, you're wearing it." Ye Lancheng recognized the crown almost as soon as he saw it, as something An Zhisu had worn when he was a child.
The crown that impressed him most was not the first time he saw it. At that time, he was being hunted and had no time to observe her crown. It was at her mother's second funeral that he remembered it deeply.
The crown on her head. He vaguely remembered that on the day of the funeral, the sun was shining brightly. The beautiful sunshine dispelled a lot of sadness at the funeral. A little girl holding an urn was wearing a black skirt. Her whole body was plain except for her head.
The crown on the top is very eye-catching, it is a burial
The only glimmer of light in the ceremony.
After the funeral, he walked up to her, gave her a jade pendant, and said a word to her. She just blinked to show that she remembered it and did not respond to his words.
Out of sympathy for the little girl, Ye Lancheng said one more thing: "Don't cry, be strong, your mother will always be watching you in the sky." "I won't cry, and I won't bow my head. My mother said, you can't
Lower your head, because the crown will fall off, and I will never bow my head and cry." The silent little girl suddenly raised her head, and her high-spirited look at that moment was even more shining than the crown on her head.
Eye.
Ye Lancheng so deeply remembered that face that was still very young but full of determination, and the bright and dazzling crown on her head.
Ye Lancheng once thought that he had forgotten that little face and that crown. He also thought that the girl in his memory was living happily in a place he didn't know.
But after meeting her again, he would always inadvertently think of those memories of his two-faced relationship with her, and then he was surprised to find that those memories were still deeply engraved in the depths of his heart.
I have walked through thousands of mountains, traveled thousands of miles, and seen thousands of sails sailing across the sea. It turns out that you are still in my memory.
Ye Lancheng glanced out the window, and there was a gentle light flickering in his indifferent eyes, that was when he was smiling.
520,I love you.
An Zhisu, I am indeed confessing to you.
Fortunately, your stupid brain finally got an idea.
Ye Lancheng hugged his little wife tightly, resting his chin on her hair and rubbing her hair. The couple looked out the window in silence.
The road ahead continues, and the future is promising. I hope we will not be separated on the road ahead.
…
Zhao Linlin walked out of the auction carrying several gift boxes and bags, looking downcast like a defeated hen.
An Tingnuan honked the horn to remind her to walk faster.
Zhao Linlin quickly cheered up and took two quick steps to get into the car.
"Tingnuan, your card, and these are all the things you took pictures of." After getting in the car, Zhao Linlin handed a card to An Tingnuan, and then put all the bags in her hands on the back seat.
An Tingnuan threw the card into the car drawer without looking at the gift boxes. She started the car and drove away and asked, "Did you hear what I asked you to inquire about? Who is Mr. No. 1?"
Zhao Linlin shook her head: "I asked Manager Li, but he refused to disclose the information about Mr. No. 1. I also asked others, but no one seemed to know who that person was."
When An Tingnuan heard that Zhao Linlin didn't find out anything, she punched the steering wheel angrily.
Zhao Linlin shrank her neck in fear and did not dare to say a word.
An Tingnuan's eyes were splitting as she couldn't find out the identity of Mr. No. 1, which made her feel uneasy. She couldn't be sure whether that person bought something at a high price on a whim and gave it to An Zhisu, or whether that person belonged to An Zhisu.
Suitors.
If it's the former, then don't worry about the rich and willful behavior. But if it's the latter, it means An Zhisu has a strong boost. This is really not optimistic for her.
"Listen, Tingnuan, I think the identity of Mr. No. 1 is actually not difficult to guess." After a while, Zhao Linlin mustered up the courage to talk to An Tingnuan again.
An Tingnuan glanced at her: "What are your guesses?" Zhao Linlin saw that her expression softened a little, and she breathed a sigh of relief before continuing: "Not everyone can just throw out 5.2 million to take a crown, so
First of all, his status is that he is very rich. Secondly, his position
, it’s not just about having money that can get you there, you must also have a certain status. Judging from these two points, Mr. No. 1 must be a powerful person with both money and status. Looking at the entire S city, at the same time
There are only a handful of people who meet these two requirements. We only need to carefully screen the people who may know An Zhisu.
, you can always find out who Mr. No. 1 is."
Zhao Linlin's analysis was clear and logical, and An Tingnuan suddenly felt a lot more enlightened. But after thinking about it carefully, she felt that this was also a way to find a needle in a haystack, and there was no possibility of finding it.
"This method is a waste of time and energy, and will not yield the results we expected in the end." An Tingnuan shook her head and said.
Zhao Linlin could no longer think of any other way, and could only comfort her: "Maybe we are overthinking. Maybe Mr. No. 1 is just stupid and rich, and he doesn't know An Zhisu at all."
"It's impossible not to recognize him. He all knows An Zhisu's name." Although An Tingnuan was extremely angry at the time, he still heard Mr. No. 1's bodyguard call out An Zhisu's name accurately.
Zhao Linlin also remembered this belatedly, and was completely speechless.
"It's better not to be careless about this matter. I asked you to find someone to check An Zhisu's current residence. Have you found it?" An Tingnuan has always been a careful person, otherwise he would not have planned what happened back then to frame An Zhisu.
Zhao Linlin shook her head cautiously: "Not yet."
"Why can't you handle such a small thing?" An Tingnuan frowned again when she heard that Zhao Linlin hadn't finished the matter yet.
Zhao Linlin hurriedly explained: "No, Ting Nuan, I hired a private detective to investigate. But An Zhisu hasn't been to the studio in the past few days, and the detective hasn't had the chance to follow her yet."
"As soon as possible." An Tingnuan accepted her explanation and urged.
Zhao Linlin nodded hurriedly and said she would urge the private detective tomorrow.
…
It was not even ten o'clock when An Zhisu and Ye Lancheng got home. Bai Xinci had not yet gone back to her room to rest. She was watching TV in the living room with her cat in her arms. It was strange to see them back together.
"Didn't you go out separately? How come you came back together by such a coincidence?"
An Zhisu just smiled and did not answer Bai Xinci's question. Instead, he ran into the living room and sat next to her. He shook the gift box in his hand and said, "Mom, what do you think this is?" "It's so tightly packed, where should I go?"
Guess." Bai Xinci glanced at the gift box and shook her head.