Chapter 115: My Shoulder, Your Burden (5)
Walking on the old staircase with strict wear and tear, breathing the damp and musty air in the corridor, the closer to Xia Yucheng's home, the more uncomfortable the mood becomes.
I don't know how long she's lived here, but life must be hard anyway. Thinking of the time he saw her strong and lovely appearance in the Gu family's garden, he felt distressed again.
"Zhu Huan, call the project development department and ask them to find someone to come here to evaluate. Feng Hao frowned and commanded in a deep voice. He was so angry that he really wanted to tear it all down.
"Got it, sir!"
When he arrived at the floor where Xia Yucheng lived, Zhu Huan stepped forward in a few steps and knocked on the door of the Xia family.
The house is old and terrible, the gate is not an anti-theft door, it is all wooden, and the corners are dark because of the invasion of moisture, and there are signs of black mildew.
"Who are you looking for?" The door opened, Shang Mengwan leaned out, and at a glance saw Feng Hao beside Zhu Huan, "You...... You are...... Wind...... Mr. Wind!"
"Is Orange Orange's mother here?" Feng Hao has always been direct, and the question went to the goal.
Shang Mengwan looked at him with wide eyes, and her expression of disbelief clearly hung on her face: "That...... That ......"
"Orange Orange is with me, she's ...... Sleep!" Feng Hao really didn't want to answer Shang Mengwan with her being very good, because Xia Yucheng's situation was terrible, not good at all.
"That'...... Please come in!" Shang Mengwan stepped aside, she didn't know the purpose of this man who usually couldn't be contacted at all, but she believed that he was here for Xia Yucheng.
The house was very messy, because it was going to be moved, but it was not moved, the furniture was messy, the quilts and clothes were wrapped, the left and right bags were placed everywhere, and there was not even a place to stand. But all the furniture, doors, windows, and floors are clean as far as the eye can see.
"Mr. Feng, please take a seat!" Shang Mengwan pointed to the wooden sofa in the room, which was cushioned with fresh and floral handmade cushions, "Don't look at the mess here, it's very clean, Orange loves to clean up the house." ”
Feng Hao didn't go over and sit down, not because he was disgusted, but because he wasn't in the mood to sit there. His heart was thinking about Xia Yucheng all the time, and he couldn't let go of it for a second.
"Is she really okay?" I'm so worried!" Shang Mengwan asked as she looked at the man's tall back. When Feng Hao called her, she knew that Xia Yucheng would be fine, but she was still worried.
Feng Hao's expression froze, and he didn't answer, but walked straight to the window and looked at a acacia tree downstairs.
Shang Mengwan entered the kitchen, and after a while, she brought a white ceramic cup with a bear's head printed on it, which was filled with boiled water: "Mr. Feng, please drink water!"
Seeing that Feng Hao did not move, she continued, "This is the cup of orange orange!"
Turning around, Feng Hao took the water cup from her hand, looking at the cute pattern on the cup, he naturally remembered the scarred girl.
"I'm looking for her mother, something's wrong!" his tone was slightly heavy.
Shang Mengwan glanced at him, and immediately went to the room to help Jian Yuwei, who was resting, out.
"Auntie, Mr. Feng is here, saying that he is looking for you for something!" Shang Mengwan helped Jian Yuwei to the wooden sofa and sat down, and then said to Jian Yuwei.
"Mr. Feng?" Jian Yuwei turned her head in confusion, trying to find where Feng Hao was standing.
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