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Before getting on the plane, Mo Qianqian still had a glimmer of hope...... Turning his head to look around.

But...... In the end, she was disappointed.

He won't come again...... As he said, he didn't want to see her......

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The plane flew into the sky, towards a strange country.

And Mo Qianqian, as if he had been poisoned, only felt that he had no strength in his body.

It turned out that the feeling of leaving him ...... It would make her so painful.

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Outside the airport, in a white sports car, the windows were lowered, revealing a cold face.

He raised his head and looked at the plane that had just taken off in the sky and slowly moved away, and his face became even colder.

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It wasn't until they were about to arrive that Mo Qianqian didn't know that the place they came to this time was Japan.

It's a country she doesn't really like......

And it wasn't until she arrived at the Yin family's villa in Japan that she knew that the Yin family also had an area of influence in Japan.

In the past, the Yin family also had a lot of involvement with the Japanese underworld......

So, is this the reason why Yin Yecheng chose to come here?

And this villa is not big, it can't be compared with the big villa of the Beichen family, it is just a three-story small western-style building.

And in the yard, there are several cherry blossom trees.

It's a pity that the flowering period has passed......

The people of the Yin family were putting their luggage, and Mo Qianqian walked into the courtyard alone, sat on the steps, and stared at the cherry blossom trees in a daze.

"How's it going?" Suddenly, a sound came, and then Yin Yecheng's voice sounded.

Mo Qianqian turned his head and saw that he was in a wheelchair and was slowly walking towards her.

"Not bad." She sighed, then said.

"This used to be my mother's home." Yin Yecheng looked at the cherry blossom trees, and then said.

Hearing this, Mo Qianqian was a little surprised: "Your mother is Japanese?" ”

Yin Yecheng nodded: "My father married her because my grandfather was ...... in the power of the underworld in Japan," he said slowly.

From beginning to end, her mother was nothing more than his father's tool.

"So that's ......" Mo Qianqian was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Yin Yecheng still had Japanese blood on his body.

"It's cold outside, let's go inside." Yin Yecheng glanced at the sky outside, and then said to Mo Qianqian, who was sitting on the steps.

Mo Qianqian nodded, "I'll sit down for a while, you can go back first." ”

Seeing that she was so persistent, Yin Yecheng didn't say anything more, but slowly left.

Mo Qianqian took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his coat.

After turning on the phone, I found that there were no unread text messages and incoming calls on it.

She tapped her phone and typed a phone number into it.

After hesitating for a while, she finally didn't call that number.

Delete the entered numbers one by one, and return to the homepage of the mobile phone.

After a moment of distraction, she opened her mailbox again and clicked on the email function.

On the recipient's line, she filled in Beichen Shaoting's email number.

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I've arrived.

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Mo Qianqian thought about what to write for a long time, but in the end he only wrote these three words.

On the email, Mo Qianqian also attached a temporary photo.

Afraid that he didn't want to see her face, she only patted the back of her hand, and the focus of the photo was completely on the ring on her ring finger......

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