Chapter 325: Too Similar
"Are you alright?" Le'er came over and looked at his neck, which was a little red, and the finger prints were obvious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info "This woman is amazing......
"Why didn't you tell me last time? When such dangerous people arrive at home, they may hurt their families, and now grandpa is also here, what if something happens? Where were you threatened by her brother?" Cheng Rui was very angry, because she was too forbearing, so today's incident happened. Le'er pointed to the bedroom next door, Cheng Rui's parents' original bedroom.
"What? What did he do to you there?" the bastard, the rampant man, was simply lawless. entered the house and stole his mother's relics in a grand manner, but fortunately got them back. Strange women and men.
Xiao He walked briskly in the night. It's too similar, it's too similar. A doubt came to mind, Cheng Rui inadvertently raised a few eyebrows, and that look reminded Xiao He, Li Zheng. Li Zheng is a serious person, and occasionally has some dry humor, and at that time, he will have small movements of raising eyebrows. Could it be ...... No, absolutely impossible. Although Li Zheng knew Qin Qin, his brother's identity did not allow him to do anything in this regard, and he would not make mistakes. It should be a coincidence, a coincidence. It's only because I'm too worried about Li Zheng that there are so many speculations.
What now? Even if it's back to its original owner, why did my brother deliberately steal this necklace? What's so important about it? Or is it just a memorial?
Cheng Rui looked at the necklace in his hand, which was an ordinary object and did not have much economic value. "This is the necklace that my mother wore when she was young. Cheng Rui said softly, as if he was talking to Le'er, and as if he was talking to himself. Le'er looked at the silver pendant. "It's beautiful. What a delicate pendant. ā
Cheng Rui knew that he was angry with her again just now, and Le'er was not angry. Gently took her into his arms. "I'm sorry, but I'm worried about you too. "Well, I know. ā
Cheng Rui opened the pendant with the photo, smiled and handed it to Le'er. "Wow, when your mother was young, she was so pretty. It's ......" "About, twenty years old. There should be a record on the back of the photo. She would often write on the back. Cheng Rui said, gently pulling open the photo, there were words on the back, and he didn't care much about it before. Looking closely, there is only one long date, and there is also the word 'politics'. "Probably a friend gave her a gift. Well, get some rest. "Oh. "Le'er is really sleepy, I feel that my neck hurts, and the strength of that woman's hand is so strong.
Cheng Rui was not calm. This political word is shocking. I had no intention of sorting out my mother's correspondence, and my impression was a little vague, but this word also made me care about it.
While Le'er fell asleep, Cheng Rui went to the next door to look for letters. Where? Where does that word appear? No, no, I was anxious to open one letter after another, where is it? An old postcard, a photo of the seaside, with a few simple words on the back. "Very good, don't read it. Politics. "yes, this is it. No address, no other payment. There is not even a sending address and any postmark. It should be put directly into the ...... Direct...... Oh my God! That's him!
It's that man, only he can come and go freely in and out of a no-man's land, and he must have put the postcard directly here. Look at this yellowed old feeling, this postcard is at least more than 20 years old, what is his relationship with his mother?