Nightclub, your daughter-in-law has lost her vest again

However, he was too lazy to think too much about such trivial matters. He carried Jin Yuran back to the room, and only returned to the study after watching her fall asleep.

At this time, the enthusiasm on the face of the night scene officer has gradually faded. He looked at Ye Yunqiu who came back from the bedroom, and organized his words briefly: "I got some information about the mental hospital where my sister-in-law was imprisoned. This mental hospital is notorious. It is obvious that most of the detainees are seriously mentally ill and extremely dangerous patients, because the rooms where the patients live have been changed a lot over the years, and it is very difficult to find out what happened to my little sister-in-law there back then."

In fact, there is no hope of finding out.

The place is too dangerous for even the most professional detectives to investigate.

"That's it."

Ye Yunqiu also knew that it was very difficult to obtain evidence here, so he opened up the company's project materials brought back by the night scene officer, "How is the preparation for this project?"

"This project has always been fought for only by us, the Ye family."

Thinking of Qiao Zhuo's recent behavior that seemed to be different, the night scene official frowned, "But for some reason, it suddenly spread that the Qiao family also intends to participate. I don't think this news is fake. Brother, look at it Don’t set up a special task force to take charge of this project?”

"Qiao Zhuo is not reconciled."

Based on the understanding of his old friend, Ye Yunqiu understood why he got involved at this time, and he sneered, "If Qiao's involved at this time, there will be nothing in this project." There are advantages to speak of, but it can allow Party A to use this as capital to lower our quotation. Really..."

Disgusting.

"Isn't it too bad?"

Although this project is nothing to Ye's Group, Ye Jingli did not expect Qiao Zhuo to do such a trick behind his back, he frowned, "Just because of his sister who hurt people behind the scenes?"

"Qiao Qing's matter is just the fuse."

Ye Yunqiu had no intention of losing his friend, but now it seems that it was Qiao Zhuo who he regarded as a friend who jumped out early to show his ambition and dissatisfaction with him. The corner of his mouth pulled a sarcastic arc: "I'm afraid Qiao Zhuo I have been dissatisfied with me for a long time, and now it is just because of Qiao Qing's incident. From then on, I have to be wary of the Qiao Group."

……

The matter of Jin Yuran's visit to Song's family was quickly settled. Originally, Ye Yunqiu wanted to go back on his word after agreeing to her that day, thinking that someday he would spare a day to accompany her, but Jin Yuran was waiting for her. Unexpectedly, the next morning, she got up, sat on the bed and moved from one side to the other, and Ye Yunqiu's energy for getting up was worn out by her, so she had to get up quickly and go to Song's house .

Jin Yuran was so happy that she didn't even have time to eat breakfast, and ran towards the garage as soon as she got downstairs. It was Wen Mengxue who hurriedly asked the servants at home to pack some breakfast before chasing after her.

"Sister Xiaoxue, do you think I look good today? Will grandpa and uncle like Ran Ran?"

After getting in the car, Jin Yuran's small mouth never stopped, asking questions and worrying about this. Wen Mengxue saw that Jin Yuran, who had always been carefree, also started to worry about these things, so she couldn't help laughing: "No People don't like Ranran, so please eat your breakfast first, Ranran."

Wen Mengxue was also a little nervous when she brought Jin Yuran to Song's house.

The Song family's house is located in the suburbs, the land is sparsely populated, and there are not many people around.A few imitation Chinese-style villas with white walls and blue tiles stood in front of them, and beside them were a few acres of vegetable fields planted with seasonal vegetables. It was a very rural farmhouse.

The gate of the courtyard was wide open, obviously someone was at home, Wen Mengxue looked at Jin Yuran who had suddenly quieted down, and knew that she was afraid, and she was very fond of her, she gently urged her: "Ranran, what are you waiting for? go in."

"Sister Xiaoxue, I'm a little scared."

Pulling Wen Mengxue's hand, Jin Yuran raised her face and begged her, "You can go in with me."

Sighing, Wen Mengxue respected and feared a scholarly family like the Song family in her heart. The old professor Song Chengzhi was a senior professor in the Faculty of Arts. scared.

Two little sisters who were equally anxious stepped into the gate of the courtyard cautiously. In the courtyard was a large expanse of wisteria flower stands. The young man turned his back to them, holding a pen and drawing something lightly on it.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Song Chengzhi at home?"

Although I know it is not good to disturb other people's painting, but the purpose of this trip is to bring Ran Ran to visit relatives, so Wen Mengxue can only ask.

The man sitting in front of the drawing board was awakened by the sound. He stood up and looked at them. The cotton shirt wrapped his tall figure tightly, and the sleeves were properly rolled up a few times. Sheng, but the whole person exudes a peaceful and gentle book breath.

It reminds me of a sentence for no reason.

A gentleman with words, warm as jade.

When Song Mingxian was about to answer the question about Xu’s father’s female student who came to visit, he saw Jin Yuran hiding behind Wen Mengxue with sharp eyes, and an incredulous expression flashed across his face: “Ran Ran?"

Pulling out Jin Yuran who was hiding behind her, Wen Mengxue pushed her forward, "She is Jin Yuran, I brought her to find her grandfather and uncle, may I ask who you are?"

"I am his uncle."

Excitedly looking at the bearded and undisturbed niece in front of him, General Song Mingxian came back to his senses and called out to his father: "Dad, Dad, come and see! Look who's here!"

Song Chengzhi, who was flipping through ancient books in the study, heard his son's excited voice, walked to the window and looked at the visitors standing in the yard. Jin Yuran also just raised his head and looked at the study on his side. For a moment, he It seemed to be seeing the eldest daughter who died young.

I don't know how many times I dreamed back in the middle of the night, like looking at flowers in the mist, his eldest daughter, Qingqing, whom he was proud of, stood in the yard like this after school, raised her head with a smile, and looked at him sweetly. Called out daddy.

Now looking at a face that looks like his daughter, how can he not be filled with emotion?
"Qingqing?"

He hesitated to make a sound, then patted his head angrily, Qingqing was gone, and now only her daughter, Yuran, was standing here.

Every year and festival, he would go to Jin's house uninvited, just to see the posthumous daughter of his eldest daughter, but Jin Zhiqiang didn't know why, he only saw one or two times when he went ten times.