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Zhang Shuo also found her a good university and let her go in to study design.

Most of the information that follows is from when she was in school, probably from her school.

Her time at school was very simple, sometimes she worked part-time in the library, sometimes she followed her mentor to do projects, and sometimes she traveled with Nie Chenglang.

Her days abroad are indeed very comfortable, the time is good, and the years are calm.

No wonder, she was reluctant to return home.

There was only cold data on the information, and he wanted to know, did she miss him in those three years?

If he hadn't forced her after returning to City A, would she really marry Zhang Shuo?

However, he never dared to ask her, he was afraid that the answer would not be what he wanted.

He looked at the first few pages, like a blade on his heart, once, twice...... He was drenched in blood and covered in bruises.

Also, she used to live on the streets, and was caught by a group of people who were making erotic movies, and then she set a fire to escape......

He couldn't imagine if she hadn't escaped......

But he said that no matter what she became, he would spoil her, who made her the most loved person in his life.

After reading it for a long time, he closed the information, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and pondered.

His eyebrows tightened, and he gently rubbed Sun X with one hand.

head, some pain.

She endured all that she had endured in those three years was by no means less than his. He even saw that the information showed that she had seen a psychiatrist when she was in school.

That incident brought her infinite trauma. He didn't know if her wounds had healed after three years.

There are some people who seem carefree and have no worries, it's not that they don't have any worries, it's just that they bury all their worries deep in their hearts.

Mu Qingqing is.

If he hadn't looked it up, wouldn't she have ever told him......

Just like the last time he washed the vegetables, he asked her if she was doing well, and she told him that she had been doing well for three years.

This is what she calls very good.

Quan Zichen closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and Mu Qingqing's figure kept brushing in front of his eyes.

Her smile, her eyes, and her movements all appeared in his mind.

This girl has suffered so much, but she refuses to say a word to him.

Does she still treat him as an older brother?

Does she still treat him as her husband?

Those things three years ago, does she still have mustard in her heart? For example, his grandfather killed her father and mother......

Quan Zichen didn't dare to think that he was afraid that one day these mustards would be revived, would she still be able to be with him with peace of mind?

No matter who it is, they can't get over this hurdle, and Mu Qingqing just hid it deep in his heart, instead of forgetting it.

Can she forget this hatred that has stained human life?

Mu Qingqing's pure face once again appeared in front of him, and his heart tugged.

Slowly, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of the Quan family.

It was Wang Ma who picked it up.

"Young Master."

"Is Qingqing here?" Quan Zichen said lightly.

"In, in. I went to her to answer the phone. ”

"Wait, what is she doing?"

"A walk in the garden."

"Don't bother her."

"Okay, young master."

"Hmm." Quan Zichen asked a few words briefly and hung up the phone.

Wang Ma was a little confused, so she didn't know what Quan Zichen meant. Not long after Quan Zichen left the Quan family, did he miss Mu Qingqing after a while? Or...... Check the gang?

Listening to Quan Zichen's tone was a little low, not like Chagang, more like missing.

After Quan Zichen hung up the phone, he began to look through the documents in front of him.

After he locked Mu Qingqing's five-year information into the cabinet, he was a little absent-minded and out of state.

Even when he was working, Mu Qingqing's figure kept appearing in his mind.

This state of affairs continued until the afternoon, but fortunately there was no meeting today and there was no need to go anywhere else.

In the afternoon, he remembered the last time he saw a text message from a stranger to Mu Qingqing in Mu Qingqing's mobile phone.

He stood up and walked out of the president's office.

He went to the garage and retrieved his Bugatti and drove all the way to a summer resort.

The more you drive to the summer resort, the better the scenery gets.

On both sides are lush trees, layered on top of each other, and the sun's rays break down through the gaps in the foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The big green banyan tree shades most of the sun, and this place is exceptionally cool. Underneath the tree are unknown wildflowers, exuding a shallow fragrance and flourishing.

When a butterfly lands on a wildflower and is alarmed by a car on the road, the butterfly flapps its wings and flies somewhere else.

The ecology here is excellent, everything is in a pristine and wild state.

For example, on a banyan tree, it is very easy to see a fat squirrel jumping from one tree to another.

It was approaching evening, but the sun had not yet set, hanging lazily in the air, and the residual heat was still scorching.

Kwon Zichen's Bugatti galloped on the road, a road where there were almost no people, and he drove the car to the maximum speed!

The two rows of trees were receding at a very fast speed, and Quan Zichen's Bugatti made a whistling sound!

Finally, the shadow of the summer resort appeared in front of me!

The view is superb, especially for recuperation and retirement.

Outside the summer resort are several large fountain pools, the water in the fountain is very high, and the broken jade-like water droplets fall into the pool, and there is a feeling of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

The further the car drove in, the more you could hear the sound of the fountain.

There were very few people outside the summer resort, only a few security guards patrolling back and forth.

Quan Zichen came a few times, and he parked the car in the garage with ease.

His father, Kwon Fu Yi, owned a separate villa of his own here, which was not often inhabited, but was exceptionally luxuriously and exquisitely decorated.

Quan Zichen entered the summer resort, and sure enough, it was very cool, five or six degrees lower than the temperature outside the villa.

The villa is very large, and as soon as you enter, there is a lawn of several hundred square meters. There are all kinds of facilities inside, there is a golf course, there is a swimming pool, there is a billiards room...... There are also various types of buildings.

At this point, his father should be in the villa of the villa.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the door of the villa, a servant bowed: "Four Shao." ”

"What about my father?"

"The lord is on the balcony on the second floor."

Quan Zichen didn't speak, and walked straight inside.

"Young Master, I'll go and inform you......" The maid wanted to stop Quan Zichen.?

"Get out of the way!"

Quan Zichen glanced at him coldly, pushed him away, and walked directly down the steps to the villa.

The servant didn't dare to stop him again, although he didn't see Quan Zichen many times, but he heard that Quan Zichen had a bad temper.