Wilson only felt that his chest was empty, and the pistol had fallen into the hands of Simon Longting.

"Young master," Wilson whispered, "to show respect for the deceased, we'd better not do anything in the cemetery......"

Simon Longting's cold gaze swept away,

Wilson added, "I mean, wait until they're out of the cemetery." ”

In fact, Wilson wanted to stop the young master from being a killer.

Ximen and the Leng family have an alliance, if they really injure or shoot Leng Lintian, the master will definitely intervene -

The disk of the father and son has never been right, and every time they meet, they are noisy, especially for Leng Lintian, and then things will become quite tricky.

Jing Jiaren was taken around left and right.

I always felt that there was a pair of gloomy eyes staring at her behind her.

She turned her head suddenly, but she only saw the bush around the corner, how could she feel the breath of Ximen Longting in the cemetery, it was really weird.

Zuihou was taken in front of a large cemetery.

The cemetery is white, semi-curved, and visually looks like a crown.

Stepping on the white stairs and going up, there is a gray tombstone in the middle, which is engraved in Portuguese, and Jing Jiaren naturally can't understand it.

The official language of Macau is Cantonese, which is also spoken in Portuguese.

However, Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on the black and white photo.

The beautiful woman is a slightly sideways face, with a tall nose bridge, slightly curly hair on the side, a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and a warm gaze like waves.

Jing Jiaren frowned, almost thinking that she had seen it wrong.

"You read that right."

"......" Jing Beauty.

"You can take a closer look."

Jing Jiaren took a few steps forward and looked at the photo carefully. The woman on her facial features is more beautiful and soft, with a touch of gentleness of Jiangnan Water Show, and she is only 5 points like Jing Jiaren, but she is at least 8 points like her mother.

Leng Lintian put down the white rose, pursed his lips and said, "So, the first time I saw you, I remembered you." ”

In the revolving restaurant, a glimpse. And he remembered her.

Otherwise, how could Leng Lintian follow out of the box door and look at her......

"Who is she?!" Jing Jiaren asked in shock.

Judging by the hairstyle and breath in the photo, it should not be from this era. It should be the same generation as Jing Jiaren's mother.

What's more, it's so similar to Jing Jiaren's mother......

"The woman who gave birth to me." Leng Lintian's eyes flashed.

Jing Jiaren was surprised for a moment: "She's dead?" ”

"Otherwise, I'd be standing here now?"

"I mean—" Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, "she looks a little like me." ”

"It's obvious," he stroked her hair, "and that's why I've brought you here today." ”

Jing Jiaren was electrocuted and knocked off his hand: "She looks more like my mother." ”

Leng Lintian didn't seem surprised: "I guessed it too." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Your age, your appearance, I guessed it."

"You know about my mother," Jing Jiaren smiled funny, "Is there any blood relationship between us?" Don't tell me they're sisters. ”

"Don't worry, I don't have a pretty sister like you." Leng Lintian said firmly, "My mother was born in Macau, and she is half Portuguese descent. And your mother is pure Chinese. ”

"How do you know that my mother is pure Chinese, and how much do you still know?"

"I don't know much, but I must know more than you."