Fake daughters are wealthy

Ye Wangchuan had already guessed the result: "When, have you thought about the time?"

Qiao Nian still had the heat of the tea on his fingertips. After thinking about it, he got a headache, so he simply said to him, "I want to hurry up."

Over there, Mr. Ye has already replied to the message.

Send a text message to tell Ye Wangchuan that he has found someone to treat Zhou Zheng's case as a special case, and the final trial will take five days.

Ye Wangchuan told her the time when Old Master Ye would return.

"...five days." Qiao Nian calculated the time, five days was not too long, it was half the time she expected ten days, but she had a strong sixth sense in her heart, as if something was going to happen.

She couldn't tell exactly what would happen now, so she agreed: "Then five days later, when the final judgment comes out, I will fly to Independent Continent immediately."

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There was a lot of noise outside, but nothing seemed to happen in the center of the storm.

He Lin knocked on the door of the European-style bedroom with dinner in hand.

"Patriarch, it's me."

There was the sound of paper rubbing against each other, mixed with a slight cough from time to time.

He Lin's heart tightened when he heard this, his heart beat up repeatedly, and then fell down weakly: "Patriarch, can I go in?"

He tried to make his voice sound calmer, and asked the people inside softly.

Finally, a man's hoarse voice came from inside.

"come in."

He Lin heaved a sigh of relief, opened the door and went in.

There was only one light turned on in Ji Lingfeng's bedroom. The dim light shrouded everything in the room in a hazy state. The doors and windows were closed tightly, and even the curtains were drawn tightly. Apart from the dull air, there was only a dull atmosphere inside. medicinal taste.

He Lin seemed to have gotten used to the scene in front of him, walked in quickly, and walked to the man lying behind the desk.

He put down the porridge and side dishes that came in, and said to the man respectfully: "Patriarch, you should eat something first."

When he put down the clear porridge, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ji Lingfeng carefully put an old yellowed photo back into the drawer.

He now knew who the woman in that photo was.

He Lin felt more and more uncomfortable, raised his head, looked at the shapeless middle-aged man, opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say it.

"Just say what you want to say." Ji Lingfeng didn't even lift his eyelids, reached out to take the porridge, and ate slowly with a spoon.

He lost his appetite after two mouthfuls, and pushed aside most of the remaining porridge, refusing to eat it.

Seeing that he only ate a little, He Lin persuaded him softly: "Patriarch, you should eat some more. If you don't want to eat this, I'll ask the kitchen to make some soft food again."

"No need." Ji Lingfeng casually refused: "I can't eat."

"But..." He Lin opened his mouth again, his eyes were already hot.

At this moment, Ji Lingfeng suddenly bowed his waist and coughed violently, He Lin was startled, and hurriedly handed him the paper.

Ji Lingfeng took out a few pieces of paper and covered his mouth, trying to restrain his body's natural reaction as much as possible, as if his bow stretched to the extreme was about to break at any moment.

With the fishy and sweet taste gushing out of his throat, the tremor in Ji Lingfeng's chest finally eased.

Without changing his face, he threw the blood-stained paper into the trash can, as if it wasn't the blood he spit out, a haze appeared in his eyes, and he leaned back in the chair relaxedly, half-closed his eyes , suddenly asked: "How about I return Ji's family to her?"