Two days later in the afternoon.

The black Mercedes-Benz drove into Yinma County, and Zhou An in the back seat unconsciously looked out of the car window, passing over the faces of pedestrians, and the car drove all the way, he just looked at the pedestrians outside the window.

Qu Yanyang told her that she had seen Lin Jiaojiao in Yinma County, but in the end it still left traces in his heart, no, when he returned to Yinma County again, he may not have realized it himself, but his eyes were already unconsciously scanning the pedestrians on the street.

Perhaps, he subconsciously hoped that he could be like Qu Yanyang who inadvertently saw Lin Jiaojiao, and he also inadvertently saw Lin Jiaojiao, right?

It's just that there are so many chance encounters?

The car drove all the way to the food court, and he didn't see the figure he wanted to see.

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Two days later, it was still afternoon.

The black Mercedes-Benz drove into Yinma County again, and the anniversary eyes in the back seat unconsciously looked at the pedestrians on the street, but this time the result was the same as last time, until the food street, there was still no figure in his sight.

Again and again, as usual, he went back to the old store in Yinma County every three or five times, and every time he came back, after the car entered Yinma County, he looked at the pedestrians on the street intentionally or unintentionally, but maybe he was unlucky? Maybe it was the wrong time for him to come back, anyway, the figure he was faintly looking forward to seeing in his heart never came into his eyes.

There have been so many times like this, and he couldn't help but wonder if the news Qu Yanyang said in the early hours of that morning was true or false?

Is Lin Jiaojiao really back?

He thought about making a phone call or sending a message to ask Lin Jiaojiao.

But several times he took out his mobile phone and found Lin Jiaojiao's number, but he was like a hometown timid, he just couldn't dial that phone or send a simple message.

Gradually, after a long time, after being disappointed again and again, his desire to see Lin Jiaojiao gradually faded.

After all, he's really busy.

is busy with the business in the store, and is busy maintaining the relationship with Qu Yanyang and Zhang Xiaoxin......

By the way, Zhang Xiaoxin is no longer at Liugu Conservatory of Music, she went to the following elementary school for an internship as a music teacher.

Zhou An occasionally took the time to take a look and check her ID card by the way.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the seasons change, the cold air falls, and the time comes to December.

On a sunny day in Rokutani City in December, the day is quite warm, but whether it's sunny or rainy, the temperature drops quickly at night.

As a result, there are far fewer foodies at night than in other seasons.

The business of several stores under Zhou An's name inevitably faded a lot, and the best store became Xinzhuang Weiyuan, which he personally managed.

This is due to the fact that Xinzhuang Weiyuan mainly focuses on lunch and dinner, and is not completely a night market business, the temperature is slightly higher during the day, and the lunch business is okay, so although Xinzhuang Weiyuan's business is also lighter, it is better than several crayfish shops under his name.

On December 16th, Rokuya City, sunny.

Before today, Rokuya City had been six or seven days in a row, either cloudy or rainy, the weather was very cold, and many people hibernated in the house as if they were hibernating, trying not to go to the streets.

Therefore, when the sun is rare on the 16th, the temperature rises a lot, and the pedestrians on the street immediately show a sharp increase.

As a century-old brand, Wutong Lane beef noodles are also doing very well at this time, the store is already full, and there are diners waiting in line outside the store.

The boss Xing Zhixing was collecting money and making change in person, and his daughter Xing Yuye wore a red cloth apron tied around her slender waist, incarnated as a little chef, wearing flowers and butterflies, holding bowls of beef noodles to guests, busy non-stop.

Xu Shiyan, who already had a big belly, sat at the cash register, boredom knocking melon seeds, and occasionally smiled when her eyes swept over the diners in the store.

She and Xing Zhixing are married, and although the relationship with Xing Yuye is not much better, at least Xing Yuye will not give her a look at every turn, and she has acquiesced to the existence of her stepmother.

In this regard, Xu Shiyan was generous on the surface, and said to Xing Zhixing more than once: "Of course I won't care about her, she is your biological daughter after all!"

But in fact, when her gaze occasionally swept to Xing Yuye, she would subconsciously touch her stomach, which was already quite large, and sneered.

Her thoughts are very simple: Don't you just rely on being Xing Zhixing's daughter? Yes! You are his own and have a blood relationship, and at this point, I can't win against you, and I'll talk about it when my child is born! If the old lady is angry and gives birth to a son to your father, I see how you will have to lame with me in the future? No matter how bad it is, the old lady can give your father another daughter, and then your identity will be the same as the old lady's daughter, can you show me again?

With these thoughts in his mind, the sneer on the corner of Xu Shiyan's mouth flashed away, and the sound of knocking melon seeds became even clearer.

On such a warm afternoon, the warm sunshine outside the store shone on her face and body, knocking melon seeds, listening to the chatting of diners in the store, Xu Shiyan felt very satisfied, one hand gently stroked on her stomach, feeling the existence of the little guy in her stomach, she was very steady.

During pregnancy, she was already a little drowsy, and her eyes became more and more squinting and drowsy.

Xing Zhixing, who was standing beside her to collect money and change, noticed that she was napping, so he subconsciously lowered his voice.

How pleasant is it to spend time like this?

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" from the door of a store diagonally opposite, and the sudden huge sound shook all the dishes and chopsticks on the table in Xing Zhixing's store suddenly jumped up and down.

Half of the nearby street erupted in screams, and the clattering tiles fell straight down some of the old rooftops.

Xing Yuye looked at the door of the store where the explosion came, and at a glance, the door of the explosion was all over the place, and the diners who had fallen to the ground were shocking with blood and stumps on the ground.

Xing Yuye only glanced at it, then covered his mouth with his hands in shock, and his eyes widened.

But suddenly, she heard her father's exclamation from the cash register in her store: "Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, don't scare me! Xiao Yan, how are you?"

What's wrong?

Xing Yuye turned her head to look at it suspiciously, and in the next second, her face suddenly changed when she saw the situation at the cash register, and she hurriedly trotted over.

Because she saw that Xu Shiyan, who was sitting behind the cashier and eating melon seeds, was sitting on the ground with a painful face at this time, and she screamed in pain.

And her father Xing Zhixing was nervously supporting Xu Shiyan at this time, sweating profusely.

"Dad, what's wrong? It doesn't matter, right?"

Xing Yuye, who was running quickly, had not finished speaking, her pupils shrank, and she suddenly saw a red blood soaked in between Xu Shiyan's legs.