Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, it was Ruoxun, Haoxiang was happy, he and his friends had a lot to say, and they couldn't wait to introduce Qingfeng to Ruoxun.

When he turned around, he saw that Nanfang was already lying on the bed, and quickly entered a "coma" state, he was stunned, the old man actually hid from his son, it seems that during his absence, the estrangement between their father and son is getting deeper and deeper.

His brows were deeply locked, Ruoxun had already entered the door, and when he saw Hao Xiang, he was stunned, and then his black eyes were shining, and he strode over, hugged Hao Xiang, and choked: "You, you bastard, where have you been these days?!" ”

After seeing each other and parting from life and death, this friendship became more and more precious, Hao Xiang didn't feel tears in his eyes, and his big hand was on Ruoxun's chest: "You guy, it's still the same." ”

Ruoxun's gaze fell on his father's pale face: "Haoxiang, how do you know about my father's assassination injury?" ”

Hao Xiang smiled unnaturally: "The headlines on the front pages of major newspapers are the news of the chairman being assassinated and injured, I don't want to know and can't do it." ”

Ruoxun thoughtfully walked to his father on the sickbed, cold tears fell on his father's wrinkled face, sad and sad, and deeply blamed himself, these days, for Eve, he and his father have been in a cold war, it is his own unfilial piety, carelessness, let his father suffer this ordeal.

"Ruoxun, don't blame yourself too much." Hao Xiang stood behind Nan Ruoxun, a little reluctant.

Before Ruoxun's fingers touched his father's cheek, Wen He suddenly broke in and shouted in his broken Chinese: "Don't touch my grandfather!" ”

Ruoxun turned around and saw a handsome boy with blue eyes and yellow hair standing at the door. A flash of light flashed through his mind, making sure that he didn't have such a foreign relative at home, who was his grandfather?

Straighten up. Stared at Wen He: "Your grandfather?" Who is your grandfather? ”

Wen He pointed to the south on the bed: "He is my grandfather." ”

"Who are you?" Ruoxun looked at Wenhe in surprise and determined that Wenhe was a pure European, not a mixed-race child.

Wanyi pushed the door in, and when she saw this, she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Ruoxun's arm: "Ruoxun, blame me, blame me, this is my son abroad." Yizi, Lin Wenhe. ”

"Wenhe, you kid. I haven't seen your uncle yet. ”

"Uncle?" Wen He blinked with a pair of big blue eyes, a little confused.

Wanyi smiled: "This is Ruoxun that I often mentioned to you, your cousin." ”

Nam Ruoxun was confused, and his cousin had never been married. Even if it's a righteous son. I've never heard her mention how such a big son suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, Hao Xiang stepped forward: "Ruoxun, it's a long story, I'll explain this matter to you slowly in the future, where is Eve now, I want to introduce her to a friend." ”

Ruoxun stepped back: "It seems that a lot of things have really happened to you recently. ”

Hao Xiang nodded: "Tell me, where is Miss Xia." ”

Mention Eve. Ruoxun couldn't help but smile bitterly, since she stepped into the film and television industry. It is very difficult for him to see her now, especially now, she has entered the Lin family as Lin Fangan's daughter and has become the spokesperson of the Lin group, and the relationship between him and her has become more and more awkward.

"It's been a long time since I've seen her."

At this time, Eve reclined in her chair, closed her eyes and recuperated, she was exhausted from the days of rushing to the scene, Cinderella had reached the climax, and her rivalry with Mo Enqiao was in full swing, coupled with the overwhelming number of advertisements.

"Do you say that Nanfang was really assassinated by Nan's insiders?"

"The South won't really hang up, will it?" 、

"Harm, these wealthy families seem to have unlimited scenery on the surface, but in fact, they are fighting in secret, haven't you heard, Nan Ruoxun, the general manager of the Nan family, fell out with his father for a woman, and Nan was angry and revised the will......"

The chatter grew quieter, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Mo Enqiao and the actors of the crew are talking about the play, as the actor and the director of this play, he is even busier, but he seems to be at ease, busy and busy, and will joke with her, and confess half-truths from time to time.

Her eyes fell on a pile of newspapers, and she suddenly saw a line of black words on the front page: Nanfang, chairman of Nanshi Group, was assassinated at home, and now his life and death are unknown.

I haven't been in contact with Ruoxun for more than ten days, and I've been blaming him for being ruthless, it turns out that there is such a big thing going on in his family.

Slid his hand on the phone, endured it for a long time, and still didn't dial out the phone number, Nanfang hated himself very much, so don't make a mess, not to mention that he is now difficult to protect himself, and Nan Ruoxun, after all, it's just a bit of dew.

What's more, since she worshiped Uncle Nan in the wilderness that day, she has made up her mind to put aside her feelings and concentrate on finding out the truth that Uncle Nan deliberately concealed, and finding out the mysterious person who made her a rippling blue wave.

The scenes of that day appeared in her mind, after she and Uncle Nan worshipped, under her begging, Uncle Nan told a lot of things about her father Xia Yuntian, but when she asked about her father's origin, Uncle Nan seemed to be very painful and refused to say a word.

The strangest thing to her was that when they returned to her residence, she clearly saw a figure flashing from the kitchen, and asked Uncle Nan, but he said that she was dazzled.

Afterwards, she found Mo Enqiao and secretly dug up a grave, which was actually a well-dressed mound, and she recognized the dress at a glance, it was worn by her father Xia Yuntian when he disappeared, and there were marks on it that she accidentally drew with a watercolor pen!

Who is Uncle Nan? Why are there dad clothes? Why do you want to erect this mound for your father? Why don't you tell yourself that it's your dad who worships?

A barrage of questions haunted her.

"What are you thinking?" Mo Enqiao handed her a bottle of mineral water.

She lazily waved her hand: "I'm not thirsty." ”

Looking at her long eyebrows and frowning slightly, he knew what he was thinking, these days, in order to divert her thoughts and sights, he can be said to have done everything, and now it seems that it is just in vain.

"Are you still thinking about the mound of clothes? Maybe Uncle Nan is just not sure if Ling Zun is really no longer alive, so he hid it from you. "Mo Enqiao knows that some problems cannot be avoided.

She seemed to think for a moment and turned the cup in her hand: "Even so, how can Uncle Nan have the clothes that my father had when he left home?" He has abundant funds and obviously has his own company, so why is he willing to be a chauffeur in the south in the south family? Brother Mo, don't you think it's too difficult to explain? ”

Mo Enqiao didn't know how to convince this smart girl, he would lose if he said too much, he knew that he just needed to divert her attention: "By the way, there is a party tonight, you have to prepare." ”

She frowned, since she stepped into this industry, the entertainment and turmoil have not stopped: "Isn't it that you have to accompany the boss of which company to dinner?" (To be continued.) )