good night warlord

Gu Qingyi asked the driver to get out of the car, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and killed the steering wheel with his hand, the roar of the engine resounded throughout the parking lot.

Gu Qingyi's mind was in a mess, countless thoughts popped up in her heart quickly, but she pressed them down again.

The father who loves him the most trusts Zhan Shiyan so much that he forced himself, who was reluctant at the time, to marry Zhan Shiyan.

Mrs. Zhou said that she saw her mother leading the boy shopping outside.

Murongli was inexplicably hostile towards him.

Gu Qingyi's head began to hurt faintly, but the speed of the car did not slow down.

Xinhai Road, Wutong Street, Gu Qingyi drove the car quickly past the last game, and went directly to No. 17.

With the sound of brakes, the car stopped steadily in front of a huge copper door with good performance.

Gu Qingyi got out of the car, endured a headache and walked over. There was a big lock hanging on the copper door. The lock was already rusted. Through the copper door, Gu Qingyi could see a corner of the inside.

A very deserted European-style villa, the garden inside seems to be covered by weeds because no one takes care of it, and the scattered flowers are very helpless because of the bleak autumn wind.

Gu Qingyi pushed the copper door, and the iron lock was shaken, making a harsh sound of metal colliding.

There should be no one living here, let alone expecting someone to open the door.

Gu Qingyi looked around, there were not many pedestrians on the road, she found a gap in the wall of the villa, and climbed up.

Jumping into the garden, Gu Qingyi patted the dust and weeds on her body, and she walked towards the villa.

Gu Qingyi didn't know that her every move was clearly captured by the surveillance camera in the villa.

Gong Yimian looked at the screen transmitted from the mobile phone, and saw that Gu Qingyi had successfully entered the villa through a window that was smashed by stones, her bright red lips smiled coldly:

"Gu Qingyi, congratulations, you are one step closer to the truth."

After finishing speaking, she took a glass of red wine from her hand, and proudly clinked the glass with the phone screen.

After entering the villa, her vision became dim, Gu Qingyi took out her mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function, and finally could see the layout of the villa clearly.

Because of her intrusion, dust flew in the light beams, and Gu Qingyi looked at the layout of the villa.

Although the furniture and decorations are very old, they can still distinguish the noble from the humble. According to 20 years ago, this kind of layout can be called luxurious. Gu Qingyi thought about what happened when Yan was a child during the war.

He said that he was thrown by his mother to grow up in Hancheng, learning all kinds of knowledge in a house.

Could it be this house?

She opened the door to the hall, where the lights shone onto a huge group photo on the wall.

Gu Qingyi knew the people above, they were Murongli and Zhan Shiyan.

The difference from the photo she received was that the wartime Yan in this big photo frame was already in his teenage years, without even half a forced smile on his face, as cold as a piece of ice.

She went up to the second floor and tried to open one of the doors, but one was not locked. Only after Gu Qingyi walked in gently did she realize that it was a study room.

There are bookshelves on all sides. In addition to thick books, there are also a whole wall of trophies, medals and photos on the bookshelves.

The trophies and medals were engraved with Yan's name during the war.

In each photo frame, Yan was recorded during the war from childhood to adulthood.

Gu Qingyi looked all the way, and seemed to see a boy change from immature to green.

In the most conspicuous place of the bookshelf, there is a box. Gu Qingyi took a closer look and realized that it is also a photo album.

There seemed to be a kind of magical power attracting her, she reached out and opened the cover of the photo album.

The target is a pair of mother and child. The baby girl is wearing a princess dress. Although she is still a small pink body, she is smiling like a crescent moon in the sky. It makes people feel like their hearts will melt when they see it.

The woman holding the baby girl was her mother. Her mother was so young and beautiful at that time, with that kind of quiet and gentle beauty, whoever saw it would involuntarily calm down.

One side, two sides, Gu Qingyi flipped through the pages one by one, every picture was of her or her and her mother.

Wartime Yan, how long have we known each other?
This question became more and more entangled in Gu Qingyi's mind, and finally became a mess:
"Why don't you ever mention it?"

She didn't believe that Zhan Shiyan was his mother's illegitimate child, but she didn't understand, if he knew her already, why didn't he mention it?
Gu Qingyi was a little dizzy, the air here was too turbid, and her headache got worse when she was agitated.

A burst of dizziness hit her, her legs softened, and she hurriedly raised her hand to support the bookshelf.

After a while, he stood up straight again.

Who should she ask about these things?

During the war, Yan chose to hide it, and her father seemed to have the same meaning. The two people who love her the most in the world chose not to tell her about it. She had an intuition in her heart reminding her that all of this may have something to do with her mother. car accident related.

Mother……

Gu Qingyi suddenly thought of two people.

Maybe, go to them and they will know something.

With a goal in mind, Gu Qingyi regained some strength.

Glancing at the photo album in front of her, she really wanted to take it away, but she knew that this photo album didn't belong to her.

She closed the photo album, then exited the study, opened the door of the villa and returned to the outside according to the original route.

A little tired, Gu Qingyi thought about it for a while in the car, and restarted the car after his physical strength recovered.

The phone rang in the car, and Gu Qingyi had already guessed who it was:
"Shi Yan."

"Yi Baoer, where have you been?"

Gu Qingyi squeezed the steering wheel tightly, she really wanted to blurt out the doubts in her heart, but she was even more afraid that he might have difficulties.

If they don't tell you, she will investigate by herself.

"I'm fine, I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Are you still driving?"

"Ah."

"Yi Baoer, this is not like you. At this time, you should be filming in the crew."

"Then how is it like me?"

She asked knowingly, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand, Yan was helpless during the war:
"Yi Baoer?"

"Okay, I just wanted to come out to get some air, and I was scolded by Director Du for forgetting my words today."

Gu Qingyi told a half-truth and half-false lie, Yan obviously didn't believe it during the war:

"Where are you now, I'll go find you."

"I went back after a round of wind, you are so busy, you don't need to come here."

"Then tell me how long you have to ride? When will you be back?"

"I won't tell you, slightly slightly."

Gu Qingyi used the usual sloppy tricks, and after hanging up the phone, the smile on Gu Qingyi's face disappeared, hoping that Zhan Shiyan would not find anything wrong with her.

Before she got the answer, she didn't want any twists and turns in the relationship between the two.

The car drove all the way out of Hancheng and came to the suburbs. After 10 minutes, Gu Qingyi parked the car at the gate of Yiyuan.

When she rang the doorbell, Aunt Xia, who was on the gate, was surprised when she saw her coming:
"Miss? Missy is here, please wait a moment, Missy, I will pick you up right away."