As the night deepened, Zhao Junhao dragged his tired body home with complicated feelings.

What Lao Zhang told him touched him very, very much.

He had a vague feeling that he was enveloped in a huge black web, and that the black net was slowly tightening.

For the sake of himself, and for the safety of the important people around him, he must tear open this black net and find the mastermind behind the scenes.

And as a person who has lacked maternal love since he was a child, he really wants to find the origin of his life and recognize his biological mother, so that she doesn't have to hide anymore.

Whatever the purpose, he had to find the woman.

But now, there is no way but to go to the orphanage where I lived to find clues.

What if you can't find any clues there?

What then?

As soon as he thought of this question, Zhao Junhao had a headache.

When he looked up, he saw a lone lamp in the darkness that was faint.

Although the incandescent lamp at the door has been dusty for a long time, it can still bring Zhao Junhao a warm feeling.

Home, what a warm word?

No matter how many troubles you have, you can forget them for a while when you get home.

Zhao Junhao returned home.

What awaited him was not the excitement he expected.

Ling Shuangyue's family of three, as well as Jiang Xue'er, all sat on the sofa with an indifferent expression, looking at him.

This scene is very weird.

"What is wrong with you?" Zhao Junhao asked.

"You're back, aren't you hurt?" Ling Shuangyue asked.

Obviously he was concerned, but Zhao Junhao listened to it with a twist.

No, that's not the right reaction!

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Nope." Ling Shuangyue shook her head.

After she took a deep breath, she said, "Zhao Junhao, after I came back, I thought about it for a while, we are still not suitable." ”

Zhao Junhao's body was shocked, and he couldn't believe his ears: "You, what are you talking about?" ”

Ling Shuangyue hung her head, didn't look at Zhao Junhao, and said, "I don't know who you are, and who you provoked." I do like you very much, but I really can't accept such a dangerous life. ”

"Rocket artillery, that's the kind of rocket artillery that you can only see on TV. Today, our family almost all died in the Xuan Palace Restaurant. ”

"Zhao Junhao, I'm sorry. I would love to be with you, but I really can't stand it. ”

Speaking of which, Ling Shuangyue couldn't bear it anymore.

Although she didn't look at Zhao Junhao, when she said this, her heart still hurt like a knife.

Tears, uncontrollable at all.

It's as if he wants to cry all the water in his body, even the blood, before he stops.

Zhao Junhao was silent for a long time and said, "Are you serious?" ”

He turned his head and looked at Ling Zhengren and Jin Sufen: "Dad, Mom, do you think so too?" ”

Ling Zhengren and Jin Sufen didn't look at Zhao Junhao either, they nodded silently: "This is what we all mean." Tonight, you move out of your house. ”

Ling Shuangyue said: "Let's go, the things you gave me are all on the table." I'm not going to send you. ”

Zhao Junhao stared at a few people carefully for a long time, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go." I gave you those gifts, so keep them. I'll never see you again, so it's better to keep it as a thought. ”

With that, he turned to leave.

When the door was closed, the four people in the house could no longer hold back and wept loudly.

Such a scene, even Ling Yufei's family, who watched the surveillance video at home, couldn't laugh.

What they hate the most is Ling Shuangyue's family and Zhao Junhao, the more miserable the other party, the happier they are.

But now, they just can't laugh.

Because even across the screen, they are infected by the grief that penetrates the bone marrow.

However, no one knew that at this moment, Zhao Junhao was standing behind the door, listening to the crying in the house.

His eyes were like cold stars, and they seemed to shine brighter than the lights above him.

His expression was terrifyingly calm.