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The man was steady, as if he were asleep.

Uncle Han took everything into his eyes, and he "chuckled" in his heart.

It seems that Huan'er fell very deeply.

After getting off the plane, Qiao Weihuan didn't get on the Maybach and got into another car.

Uncle Han took the first step to sit in the co-pilot, and when he looked back, Qiao Weihuan pulled the car door with one hand, and the young man stood next to her, holding her waist, and gently tucked her coat with his big hand.

Qiao Weihuan glanced at Uncle Han's location without a trace, and got into the car silently.

The car drove far away, and Uncle Han could still see the majestic and upright figure from the rearview mirror.

The car gradually drove out of view, and He Zhengxiao stepped away with long legs and sat in the Maybach.

Uncle Zhong started the car, lowered his voice and said, "Young master, Mr. Morris has sent a message that his last bank card record was four days ago, and he has not appeared again in the past few days, and his whereabouts cannot be found. ”

He Zhengxiao folded his long legs, and there were no ups and downs in the deep outline.

Uncle Zhong thought for a moment and continued: "Mr. Morris guesses that he has been very quiet lately, and now he has suddenly disappeared stealthily, most likely leaving Manchester, and more likely ......"

"Exit."

He Zhengxiao put his arm on the backrest, "Mondez is about to start, he can't sit still." But he forgot that when he was out of England, he was no different from his lice. ”

Uncle Zhong was shocked, listening to the young master's meaning, it is very likely that he came to City B?

"Young master, do you want to carefully check the entry records?"

"There's no need to bother, he'll find it sooner or later."

He Zhengxiao laughed deeply, his long fingers lifted the collar of his straight shirt, and in a low tone, he was wrapped in a cold frost that disappeared.

"Let the people around her watch closely, and if you find a suspicious person, you will detain it directly."

Immediately, he flipped open the screen of his mobile phone, and his deep eyes fell on the time in the middle of the screen.

Mother Fu knew that Qiao Weihuan was coming over, so she cleaned the room early and wiped the floor smooth.

Qiao Weihuan entered the door, and Fu's mother immediately greeted her, took her bag and coat, and said with a smile: "Miss Qiao, you have been gone for half a month this time, but you are tired." ”

"Okay."

Qiao Weihuan glanced at Fu's mother, she had already turned her back, walked upstairs quickly, went to hang her coat, and informed Qiao's mother by the way.

Fu Minglang followed Qiao Weihuan all the year round, Qiao Weihuan filmed hard in the early years, and also drilled into the mountains for two months to film, the mobile phone signal was extremely poor, and Fu Minglang also lost contact. There are many such things, and Fu's mother is used to Fu Minglang's "disappearance for no reason".

This time, Fu Minglang suffered something, and Fu's mother didn't know at all.

Before the final result came out, Qiao Weihuan and Uncle Han tacitly chose to conceal it, and no one mentioned it.

Qiao Weihuan invited Uncle Han to sit down and made a pot of tea by himself.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Fu Ma came down by herself, looking a little embarrassed and vaguely cautious.

"Miss Qiao, ma'am, she just fell asleep."

Uncle Han gestured to bring tea.

…… Sleeping in these ten minutes?

My own daughter, if you don't see it, you won't see it? What hatred and what grudge?

Huan'er is filial enough, when she was in the Middle East, when she just returned to China, she was so tired that she had to look at her mother's face, and she lived a life of exhaustion all day long.

It's been so many years, and why is it still like this?!

Qiao Weihuan smiled as usual, as if he had expected it.

However, I can't smile at all.

"I see." She put down the teacup and went to see Uncle Han, the elegant old man was solemn with a solemn face, "Uncle Han......"

The mobile phone shook suddenly, Uncle Han put his hands in his pocket, took it out and looked at it, and a thousand wrinkles immediately appeared in the center of his eyebrows. He stood up and hurried out of the living room.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, and saw from the floor-to-ceiling window that Uncle Han walked to the courtyard gate before he stopped.

Picking up the phone, Uncle Han said directly: "Young man, you are wrong, Huan'er's mother didn't treat her badly, what you told me before was all a lie!" ”

The calm and deep voice was not affected, and it still came out unhurriedly, "When Old Mr. Han couldn't see it, Mrs. Qiao's behavior was more intense than she imagined. ”

Uncle Han's face was stunned, "What do you mean?" ”

"Crying, psychological coercion, including the beating and scolding of Mrs. Qiao when she was 'sick', were all her torture of Huanhuan. Mr. Han didn't believe it, so it was better to think about it carefully, every time Mrs. Qiao got sick, did Huanhuan be present, and only for Huanhuan. ”

Uncle Han's hand holding the phone trembled.

He didn't see Qiao's mother sick much, but there were only three or two times, and it was true, Huan'er was there. In the past, Mrs. Qiao couldn't be exquisite when she was at home, and the few times he heard of the illness, it was also when Huan'er was there, it seemed that she was really beaten and fell alone......

If it's PTSD, why is it happening?

"Mr. Han, Mrs. Qiao is smarter than we thought. She knows how to use people's psychology, Huanhuan is the object of her empathy, and she transfers her unwillingness and resentment to Huanhuan so that she can be soothed. In layman's terms, she was torturing Huanhuan to relieve her emotions. This is voluntary behavior, not stress disorder. ”

Mrs. Qiao didn't tell Huanhuan about that incident back then, because she knew that Huanhuan would collapse after hearing about it. Once Huanhuan collapsed, she lost the object of empathy, and the pain could not be transferred. As for the fact that she chose to tell Mr. Han, she wanted you to experience her state of mind, have the same emotions as her, and share the same hatred. Obviously, she is very successful, and Mr. Han is very resistant to me, psychologically speaking, this is consistent anti-transference. ”

The more Uncle Han listened, the more frightened he became, and he could barely hold his mobile phone. He turned his head and looked at the window of the bedroom on the second floor, the closed curtains blocking out all visitors, and the people outside didn't know what the people inside were thinking.

Even on the other end of the phone, the young man's mind was deep that he couldn't fathom.

I didn't realize at all that my thinking had followed He Zhengxiao's guidance and gone far.

"You don't have to say it again! Even if Huan'er's mother is not sick, what happened back then will never be fake! For the sake of Huan'er, I don't agree with her being with you! ”

There was silence in the microphone for two seconds, followed by a low laugh.

"Mr. Han is really happy and happy, why don't you ask Mrs. Qiao in person, whether that incident has anything to do with me."

After a pause, he added, "Or ask Madame Jo if she would like to go back to Manchester and see with her own eyes the retribution that her murderers deserve." I think Mr. Han will get an unexpected answer......"

"Uncle Han?"

Behind him, Qiao Weihuan, who felt that something was wrong, pushed open half of the door, and saw Uncle Han's figure stiffen from a distance.

Uncle Han hung up the phone quickly, and only turned around after straightening his face.

Qiao Weihuan raised her eyes, pretending that she didn't see Uncle Han's too sneaky movements, "Uncle Han, my mother is asleep, let's go back first and come back another day?" ”

Uncle Han had a calm old face, nodded uncertainly, and suddenly said, "I'll go see your mother, you go back first." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

What is this called?

Qiao Weihuan didn't want to be crooked, but what Uncle Han said in a hurry was too bad for his usual demeanor.

Uncle Han didn't notice her face, and raised his feet and entered the house.

Mother Fu was very surprised that this old gentleman went and returned, looked back, saw Qiao Weihuan make a silent gesture, nodded her head, and led Uncle Han upstairs without saying a word.

Uncle Han hurriedly went upstairs and knocked politely on the door, "It's like, I'm Old Han." ”

It's like Qiao's mother's maiden name.

Qiao Weihuan paused in the corner of the wall and heard the door open.

Uncle Han walked in with heavy steps, and saw at a glance that Qiao's mother, who had not slept at all, sat down on the recliner and lowered her eyes.

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, I didn't go down just now."

"You're not in good health, if you don't come down, you won't come down, and I'm polite."

Uncle Han sat down on the mahogany chair, his mind churning heavily.

The young man made it clear that he didn't plan to break up with Huan'er, and Huan'er also cared a lot about his appearance.

The two of them really want to be together, and the matter on Mrs. Qiao's side must be clarified, otherwise how can he watch Huan'er hate himself to death in the future?

There is a sentence, what the young man said is right, really for the sake of Huan'er, he should be more considerate, and he can't just listen to one side of the story.

Uncle Han settled his mind and did not hesitate. He cleared his throat and asked in a suppressed voice: "It's like, Huan'er recently talked about a boyfriend, did she talk to you?" ”

Qiao's mother's face quickly froze, she suddenly raised her eyes, and her gray eyes were almost frozen.

“…… Boyfriend? Who is it? Isn't that what kind of teacher?! ”

Uncle Han didn't know the teacher's stalk, but he only felt that Mrs. Qiao's reaction was great.

"I knew, I knew the two of them were still in touch! Saying anything is quickly cut off and left quickly, it's all a lie!! ”

She clenched the armrest tightly, her gray eyes widened, and her relaxed face twitched with over-agitation.

"Mr. Han, look at my good daughter, I have been tortured by them for half my life, and now she is messing with that accomplice! Does she think I'm living too long and can't wait to get rid of me and send me back to the cellar?! ”

Outside the door, Fu Ma looked at the door panel in disbelief, and then looked at Miss Qiao who was pestle by the door.

She saw that Miss Qiao's face was covered by her long hair, and her expression was obscure, and she raised her hand and wrapped her coat tightly.

Soon, there was a loud voice in the door.

"Looks like you know...... I also came today to ask what you mean, I think the relationship between the two of them is okay, that young man is very deep in the city, but he doesn't look like a person who can do that kind of thing, what happened back then, are you ......"

What happened back then?

Qiao Weihuan's eyelids jumped, took a small step forward, put her ear on the door, and listened carefully.

There was suddenly no sound in the door, and three or five seconds later, it was Qiao's mother crying hoarsely.

"Back then, it was him back then! I saw it with my own eyes...... No, it was she who asked me to watch with my own eyes, opened my eyes, and clearly saw him get out of the car and enter the Xu family's manor! ”

"She was there at that time, my good daughter, my flesh and blood crawling out of my stomach, Qiao Weihuan!"

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The man was steady, as if he were asleep.

Uncle Han took everything into his eyes, and he "chuckled" in his heart.

It seems that Huan'er fell very deeply.

After getting off the plane, Qiao Weihuan didn't get on the Maybach and got into another car.

Uncle Han took the first step to sit in the co-pilot, and when he looked back, Qiao Weihuan pulled the car door with one hand, and the young man stood next to her, holding her waist, and gently tucked her coat with his big hand.

Qiao Weihuan glanced at Uncle Han's location without a trace, and got into the car silently.

The car drove far away, and Uncle Han could still see the majestic and upright figure from the rearview mirror.

The car gradually drove out of view, and He Zhengxiao stepped away with long legs and sat in the Maybach.

Uncle Zhong started the car, lowered his voice and said, "Young master, Mr. Morris has sent a message that his last bank card record was four days ago, and he has not appeared again in the past few days, and his whereabouts cannot be found. ”

He Zhengxiao folded his long legs, and there were no ups and downs in the deep outline.

Uncle Zhong thought for a moment and continued: "Mr. Morris guesses that he has been very quiet lately, and now he has suddenly disappeared stealthily, most likely leaving Manchester, and more likely ......"

"Exit."

He Zhengxiao put his arm on the backrest, "Mondez is about to start, he can't sit still." But he forgot that when he was out of England, he was no different from his lice. ”

Uncle Zhong was shocked, listening to the young master's meaning, it is very likely that he came to City B?

"Young master, do you want to carefully check the entry records?"

"There's no need to bother, he'll find it sooner or later."

He Zhengxiao laughed deeply, his long fingers lifted the collar of his straight shirt, and in a low tone, he was wrapped in a cold frost that disappeared.

"Let the people around her watch closely, and if you find a suspicious person, you will detain it directly."

Immediately, he flipped open the screen of his mobile phone, and his deep eyes fell on the time in the middle of the screen.

Mother Fu knew that Qiao Weihuan was coming over, so she cleaned the room early and wiped the floor smooth.

Qiao Weihuan entered the door, and Fu's mother immediately greeted her, took her bag and coat, and said with a smile: "Miss Qiao, you have been gone for half a month this time, but you are tired." ”

"Okay."

Qiao Weihuan glanced at Fu's mother, she had already turned her back, walked upstairs quickly, went to hang her coat, and informed Qiao's mother by the way.

Fu Minglang followed Qiao Weihuan all the year round, Qiao Weihuan filmed hard in the early years, and also drilled into the mountains for two months to film, the mobile phone signal was extremely poor, and Fu Minglang also lost contact. There are many such things, and Fu's mother is used to Fu Minglang's "disappearance for no reason".

This time, Fu Minglang suffered something, and Fu's mother didn't know at all.

Before the final result came out, Qiao Weihuan and Uncle Han tacitly chose to conceal it, and no one mentioned it.

Qiao Weihuan invited Uncle Han to sit down and made a pot of tea by himself.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Fu Ma came down by herself, looking a little embarrassed and vaguely cautious.

"Miss Qiao, ma'am, she just fell asleep."

Uncle Han gestured to bring tea.

…… Sleeping in these ten minutes?

My own daughter, if you don't see it, you won't see it? What hatred and what grudge?

Huan'er is filial enough, when she was in the Middle East, when she just returned to China, she was so tired that she had to look at her mother's face, and she lived a life of exhaustion all day long.

It's been so many years, and why is it still like this?!

Qiao Weihuan smiled as usual, as if he had expected it.

However, I can't smile at all.

"I see." She put down the teacup and went to see Uncle Han, the elegant old man was solemn with a solemn face, "Uncle Han......"

The mobile phone shook suddenly, Uncle Han put his hands in his pocket, took it out and looked at it, and a thousand wrinkles immediately appeared in the center of his eyebrows. He stood up and hurried out of the living room.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, and saw from the floor-to-ceiling window that Uncle Han walked to the courtyard gate before he stopped.

Picking up the phone, Uncle Han said directly: "Young man, you are wrong, Huan'er's mother didn't treat her badly, what you told me before was all a lie!" ”

The calm and deep voice was not affected, and it still came out unhurriedly, "When Old Mr. Han couldn't see it, Mrs. Qiao's behavior was more intense than she imagined. ”

Uncle Han's face was stunned, "What do you mean?" ”

"Crying, psychological coercion, including the beating and scolding of Mrs. Qiao when she was 'sick', were all her torture of Huanhuan. Mr. Han didn't believe it, so it was better to think about it carefully, every time Mrs. Qiao got sick, did Huanhuan be present, and only for Huanhuan. ”

Uncle Han's hand holding the phone trembled.

He didn't see Qiao's mother sick much, but there were only three or two times, and it was true, Huan'er was there. In the past, Mrs. Qiao couldn't be exquisite when she was at home, and the few times he heard of the illness, it was also when Huan'er was there, it seemed that she was really beaten and fell alone......

If it's PTSD, why is it happening?

"Mr. Han, Mrs. Qiao is smarter than we thought. She knows how to use people's psychology, Huanhuan is the object of her empathy, and she transfers her unwillingness and resentment to Huanhuan so that she can be soothed. In layman's terms, she was torturing Huanhuan to relieve her emotions. This is voluntary behavior, not stress disorder. ”

Mrs. Qiao didn't tell Huanhuan about that incident back then, because she knew that Huanhuan would collapse after hearing about it. Once Huanhuan collapsed, she lost the object of empathy, and the pain could not be transferred. As for the fact that she chose to tell Mr. Han, she wanted you to experience her state of mind, have the same emotions as her, and share the same hatred. Obviously, she is very successful, and Mr. Han is very resistant to me, psychologically speaking, this is consistent anti-transference. ”

The more Uncle Han listened, the more frightened he became, and he could barely hold his mobile phone. He turned his head and looked at the window of the bedroom on the second floor, the closed curtains blocking out all visitors, and the people outside didn't know what the people inside were thinking.

Even on the other end of the phone, the young man's mind was deep that he couldn't fathom.

I didn't realize at all that my thinking had followed He Zhengxiao's guidance and gone far.

"You don't have to say it again! Even if Huan'er's mother is not sick, what happened back then will never be fake! For the sake of Huan'er, I don't agree with her being with you! ”

There was silence in the microphone for two seconds, followed by a low laugh.

"Mr. Han is really happy and happy, why don't you ask Mrs. Qiao in person, whether that incident has anything to do with me."

After a pause, he added, "Or ask Madame Jo if she would like to go back to Manchester and see with her own eyes the retribution that her murderers deserve." I think Mr. Han will get an unexpected answer......"

"Uncle Han?"

Behind him, Qiao Weihuan, who felt that something was wrong, pushed open half of the door, and saw Uncle Han's figure stiffen from a distance.

Uncle Han hung up the phone quickly, and only turned around after straightening his face.

Qiao Weihuan raised her eyes, pretending that she didn't see Uncle Han's too sneaky movements, "Uncle Han, my mother is asleep, let's go back first and come back another day?" ”

Uncle Han had a calm old face, nodded uncertainly, and suddenly said, "I'll go see your mother, you go back first." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

What is this called?

Qiao Weihuan didn't want to be crooked, but what Uncle Han said in a hurry was too bad for his usual demeanor.

Uncle Han didn't notice her face, and raised his feet and entered the house.

Mother Fu was very surprised that this old gentleman went and returned, looked back, saw Qiao Weihuan make a silent gesture, nodded her head, and led Uncle Han upstairs without saying a word.

Uncle Han hurriedly went upstairs and knocked politely on the door, "It's like, I'm Old Han." ”

It's like Qiao's mother's maiden name.

Qiao Weihuan paused in the corner of the wall and heard the door open.

Uncle Han walked in with heavy steps, and saw at a glance that Qiao's mother, who had not slept at all, sat down on the recliner and lowered her eyes.

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, I didn't go down just now."

"You're not in good health, if you don't come down, you won't come down, and I'm polite."

Uncle Han sat down on the mahogany chair, his mind churning heavily.

The young man made it clear that he didn't plan to break up with Huan'er, and Huan'er also cared a lot about his appearance.

The two of them really want to be together, and the matter on Mrs. Qiao's side must be clarified, otherwise how can he watch Huan'er hate himself to death in the future?

There is a sentence, what the young man said is right, really for the sake of Huan'er, he should be more considerate, and he can't just listen to one side of the story.

Uncle Han settled his mind and did not hesitate. He cleared his throat and asked in a suppressed voice: "It's like, Huan'er recently talked about a boyfriend, did she talk to you?" ”

Qiao's mother's face quickly froze, she suddenly raised her eyes, and her gray eyes were almost frozen.

“…… Boyfriend? Who is it? Isn't that what kind of teacher?! ”

Uncle Han didn't know the teacher's stalk, but he only felt that Mrs. Qiao's reaction was great.

"I knew, I knew the two of them were still in touch! Saying anything is quickly cut off and left quickly, it's all a lie!! ”

She clenched the armrest tightly, her gray eyes widened, and her relaxed face twitched with over-agitation.

"Mr. Han, look at my good daughter, I have been tortured by them for half my life, and now she is messing with that accomplice! Does she think I'm living too long and can't wait to get rid of me and send me back to the cellar?! ”

Outside the door, Fu Ma looked at the door panel in disbelief, and then looked at Miss Qiao who was pestle by the door.

She saw that Miss Qiao's face was covered by her long hair, and her expression was obscure, and she raised her hand and wrapped her coat tightly.

Soon, there was a loud voice in the door.

"Looks like you know...... I also came today to ask what you mean, I think the relationship between the two of them is okay, that young man is very deep in the city, but he doesn't look like a person who can do that kind of thing, what happened back then, are you ......"

What happened back then?

Qiao Weihuan's eyelids jumped, took a small step forward, put her ear on the door, and listened carefully.

There was suddenly no sound in the door, and three or five seconds later, it was Qiao's mother crying hoarsely.

"Back then, it was him back then! I saw it with my own eyes...... No, it was she who asked me to watch with my own eyes, opened my eyes, and clearly saw him get out of the car and enter the Xu family's manor! ”

"She was there at that time, my good daughter, my flesh and blood crawling out of my stomach, Qiao Weihuan!"

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