Before she could come, she felt that this thing must have been him out, and it was not a good thing for her.

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

This was the first time Yan Tingchen had waited so patiently.

When Lin Zhiguo arrived, he hurriedly greeted the other party and said with a smile: "The road is a little blocked. ”

"It's fine. ”

Yan Tingchen looked at him, sat opposite him and said, "I finished ordering the dishes, I don't know if it suits Mr. Lin's taste." ”

Then, Yan Tingchen instructed the waiter to serve the food, and Yan Tingchen didn't say a word during the whole serving process.

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

Yan Tingchen raised his eyebrows lazily: "Mr. Lin seems to be very hot?"

"I'm afraid Mr. Yan is in a hurry, maybe he is in a hurry. ”

Lin Zhiguo smiled vaguely and pulled out the reason.

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

"Of course, ah, no, that's good. ”

Lin Zhiguo hurriedly responded.

"Okay, I finally invited Mr. Lin to a meal, and don't be wronged Mr. Lin. ”

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

I don't know why, he didn't rush to ask at all.

At this time, he was also at a loss, the letter was true, so what? So what was wrong? The last time Lin Nian asked him this question, he kept her by his side, was it because of childhood attachment, or because he really loved her?

Before he could figure out this question, Lin Zhiguo, who was on the other side, couldn't hold back his emotions for a long time, and took the initiative to ask him: "I don't know what big things Mr. Yan wants to say to me today?"

"Mr. 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 in calling him today, but he had been missing the point, which made him panic, and now he asked like this, which frightened him.

"What Mr. Yan means...... Does something happen to her every year?"

Lin Zhiguo's response was just as swift.

"Not really. ”

Yan Tingchen put down the chopsticks in his hand, pulled the napkin from his side, wiped his mouth elegantly, and then slowly looked up at Lin Zhiguo, "I came with Mr. Lin today, and I have something important to ask." ”

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

"I received a letter today, which is Mr. Lin's two daughters. ”

Yan Tingchen said: "It's hard to say, it's better to ask Mr. Lin to take a look in person." ”

He then picked up his laptop from the seat next to him.

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

He immediately took out the letter in his mailbox, then stood up and deliberately delivered the letter to him: "I really can't judge the authenticity of this letter, so I invited Mr. Lin to come 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 that something would go wrong.

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

For Lin Zhiguo's statement that he is not nervous, if it is false, in the face of Yan Tingchen, a person who is superior in both 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 standing beside him, and asked, "Mr. Yan, what does this letter mean?"

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

Seeing Yan Tingchen's staring gaze, Lin Zhiguo finally nodded: "There is indeed such a thing." ”

Yan Tingchen listened to his explanation, and something suddenly sank in his heart.

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

Yan Tingchen asked again.

"It was about the time she was 9 years old, in the winter. ”

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

Yan Tingchen was only thirteen years old when he was sent to the orphanage, and he was not yet fifteen when he returned home, and he had already been in the orphanage for more than a year.

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

And so, the time has come.

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

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

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

Lin Zhiguo really couldn't guess Yan Tingchen's mind at this time, but seeing that he had been staring at him, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back, and said stiffly: "Mr. Yan?

Yan Tingchen stood there, slowly stretched out a hand to close the computer, his eyes still staring at Lin Zhiguo: "Mr. Lin, what you said is the truth?"

"Of course ......"

Lin Zhiguo squeezed out a smile vigorously, "How can I deceive Mr. Yan for such a thing?"

Yan Tingchen finally retracted his gaze, took the computer back to its place, slowly put the computer into the laptop, and said softly and gently: "It's better to be true." ”

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

Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Zhiguo was a little more bold and decided to play this play to the fullest.

Yan Tingchen put away the computer, looked up at Lin Zhiguo again, and there was no expression on his face: "This email is very important, therefore, I hope that what Mr. Lin told me is the truth." ”

Lin Zhiguo sighed and said: "Such a small matter, why do you want to lie to Mr. Yan? How about Mr. Lin's eldest daughter going abroad?"

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

Lin Zhiguo was stunned for a moment, "You said Jingya, she's fine." ”

"Mr. Lin and his wife are not young, and they must be lonely under Chenghuan's knees without children, right? ”

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

Lin Zhiguo was the only one standing in the room.

After seeing Yan Tingchen leave, Lin Zhiguo seemed to be ten years old, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, supported the table with both hands, and sat down slowly.