President, madam, she can't read it anymore

Before it was too late, she felt that he must have gone out in this matter, which was not a good thing for her.

When Yan Tingchen finally waited for Lin Zhiguo in the box, it was already an hour later.

This was the first time Yan Tingchen waited so patiently.

When Lin Zhiguo arrived, he hurriedly said hello to the other party, and said with a smile: "The road is a bit trafficked."

"fine."

Yan Tingchen looked at him, sat opposite him and said, "I've finished ordering the dishes, I wonder if it suits Mr. Lin's taste."

Then, Yan Tingchen ordered the waiter to serve the dishes. During the whole serving process, Yan Tingchen didn't say a word.

This appearance made Lin Zhiguo murmur in his heart, and his forehead began to sweat faintly, so he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, and smiled awkwardly at Yan Tingchen.

Instead, Yan Tingchen raised his eyebrows lazily: "Boss Lin seems to be very hot?"

"I'm afraid Boss Yan is in a hurry, maybe he was in a little hurry."

Lin Zhiguo smiled vaguely and talked about the reason.

Yan Tingchen didn't ask too much, just pointed to the dishes that had been placed on the table and said, "Boss Lin, do you think today's dishes suit your taste?"

"Of course, ah, no, it's fine."

Lin Zhiguo hurriedly responded.

"Okay, it's hard to treat Boss Lin to a meal, let alone make Boss Lin feel wronged."

Yan Tingchen smiled slightly, lowered his head, and began to move his chopsticks.

For some reason, he was in no hurry to ask.

At this moment, he couldn't figure it out either. The letter was true, so what?So what was wrong?The last time Lin Nian asked him this question, did he keep her by his side because of childhood attachment, or because he really loved her?
Before he could figure out this question, Lin Zhiguo, who was opposite him, couldn't hold back his emotions for a long time, and asked him, "I don't know what important matter Mr. Yan wants to talk to me about today?"

"Boss Lin doesn't care if your daughter is healthy, does he?"

Yan Tingchen suddenly asked loudly.

Every time I met Lin Zhiguo, I didn't seem to hear Lin Zhiguo mention his daughter, or ask if his daughter was doing well.

Of course Lin Zhiguo knew what Yan Tingchen's purpose was for calling him here today, but he kept missing the point, which made him flustered. Now that he asked this, he was startled.

"President Yan means...does anything happen to her every year?"

Lin Zhiguo's response was equally quick.

"This is not."

Yan Tingchen put down the chopsticks in his hand, pulled the napkin from his side, wiped his mouth gracefully, and then slowly raised his head to look at Lin Zhiguo, "I'm here with President Lin today, and I have something important to ask."

At this moment, Lin Zhiguo also put down his chopsticks and looked up at him: "Oh? What's wrong?"

"I received a letter today from Mr. Lin's two daughters."

Yan Tingchen said: "It's hard to explain in words, why don't you ask Mr. Lin to take a look in person."

Then he picked up his laptop from the seat next to him.

Sitting on his lap and turning it on, the blue light on the screen slightly reflected on his face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

He immediately took out the letter in his mailbox, stood up and deliberately handed the letter in front of him: "I really can't judge the authenticity of this letter by myself, so I invited Mr. Lin here today to let Mr. Lin Help me judge."

When he said this, his black eyes kept staring at Lin Zhiguo, refusing to let go of the naked expression on his face, for fear of making a mistake.

So Lin Zhiguo also took the computer he handed over and looked at it seriously.

The statement that Lin Zhiguo is not nervous, if it is false, facing a person like Yan Tingchen who is superior in strategy and means, let Lin Zhiguo tell him such a big lie, he really does not have such a good psychological quality .

After reading the letter, he raised his head, looked at Yan Tingchen who was standing beside him, and asked, "Boss Yan, what is the meaning of this letter?"

Yan Tingchen didn't answer his question: "Mr. Lin just wanted to tell me that the email said that the two sisters were sent to the orphanage at the same time that year, and later, the older sister was sent back first, and then the younger sister was sent back. Is it right?"

Seeing Yan Tingchen's gaze, Lin Zhiguo finally nodded: "That's true."

Listening to his explanation, Yan Tingchen suddenly felt something sink in his heart.

"I don't know when, sister Lin Zihan was sent back to the Lin family?"

Yan Tingchen asked again.

"Probably when she was 9 years old, in winter."

According to the lines that he and Lin Zihan had already discussed, Lin Zhiguo said it verbatim.

Yan Tingchen was only 13 years old when he was sent to the orphanage, and he was less than 15 years old when he returned home. He has been in the orphanage for more than a year.

That is to say, the little girl who helped him was not ten years old when he first separated from him.

In this way, the time has come.

Yan Tingchen's eyes were still staring at Lin Zhiguo for a moment, as if he was seriously trying to see something from his face.

The expression on his face also slowly sank, his hands were in his pockets, and slowly, they clenched into fists.

The atmosphere in the carriage was oppressive, and the air was quiet, and the sound of distant conversations in the corridor outside the door could be heard.

Lin Zhiguo really couldn't figure out what Yan Tingchen was thinking at this time, but seeing him staring at him, he couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat on his back, and said bravely, "Mr. Yan?
Yan Tingchen stood there, slowly stretched out a hand to close the computer, his eyes were still fixed on Lin Zhiguo: "Boss Lin, what you said is the truth?"

"certainly……"

Lin Zhiguo squeezed out a smile, "How can I deceive President Yan about such a thing?"

Yan Tingchen finally looked back, took the computer back to its original place, slowly put the computer into the computer bag, and said softly and softly: "It's better to be real."

"Mr. Yan, I really don't understand. Is this email important? What happened in that year? How did Mr. Yan take care of my two daughters?"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Zhiguo became more courageous and decided to act out the play to its fullest.

Yan Tingchen put away the computer, then looked up at Lin Zhiguo, without any expression on his face: "This email is very important, so I hope that what Mr. Lin told me is the truth."

Lin Zhiguo sighed and said, "Why did you lie to Mr. Yan about such a small matter? How about Mr. Lin's eldest daughter going abroad?"

Yan Tingchen interrupted him, and suddenly asked, "What did you say? Oh?"

Lin Zhiguo froze for a moment, "You mean Jingya? She's fine."

"Mr. Lin and his wife are not young anymore. Without a child, Cheng Huan must be lonely under his knees, right? Why don't we ask two people to accompany the eldest daughter?"

Yan Tingchen said he wanted to take a look at Lin Zhiguo, turned around and walked out of the box with his bag in hand.

Lin Zhiguo was the only one standing in the room.

After seeing Yan Tingchen leave, Lin Zhiguo seemed to be ten years older, he was relieved immediately, propped his hands on the table, and sat down slowly.