There was a knock on the door, and Yao Zhiyue opened the door of the living room, but saw Yan Zheyu standing at the door with a document bag in his hand.

Seeing Yao Zhiyue, Yan Zheyu was stunned for a moment, then showed a sly smile, and said in a weird manner: "Xiao Yueyue, it's so late, why are you in Ming Zai's house?" ”

Yao Zhiyue threw him a roll of his eyes, and said angrily: "What do you mean, you." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard Chen Yi's bright and smooth voice coming from the second floor, "Found it?" ”

Yan Zheyu bypassed Yao Zhiyue, raised the document bag in his hand, waved it down and put it down, went straight to the living room to sit on the sofa, and said to Yao Zhiyue: "Beauty, pour me a glass of water." ”

Yao Zhiyue put a glass of water in front of Yan Zheyu, glared at the apricot eyes and warned: "If you dare to talk nonsense, you are good-looking." ”

Chen Yiming had already walked in front of them, picked up the file bag that Yan Zheyu put on the table, and after looking at it a few times, his eyebrows furrowed, he looked up at Yan Zheyu and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Yan Zheyu restrained his hippie smile and became serious, with a trace of doubt between his eyebrows, "I was also surprised when I saw the avatar on Zheng Xiaoyao's ID card just now, and I asked someone to confirm it again, it is indeed Zheng Xiaoyao's information." ”

Yao Zhiyue took a few pieces of A4 paper from Chen Yiming's hand, and when she saw one of the copies of her ID card, she was dumbfounded and speechless for a while.

Zheng Xiaoyao on the ID card has a Chinese face, a single eyelid and a big mouth, at first glance, she looks like a man, and she can't overlap with the woman in the photo with a slender figure, a variety of charms, and moles on the corners of her eyebrows.

Chen Yiming and Yan Zheyu both cast suspicious glances at her, Yao Zhiyue was also confused, shook her head and said, "The last time we tracked this Zheng Xiaoyao was in that hotel. The front desk lady saw the photo and recognized that it was indeed her. ”

Yao Zhiyue suddenly realized: "She is using someone else's ID card." This Zheng Xiaoyao lives quite far away, why is the ID card in her hand? ”

Yao Zhiyue and Chen Yiming's eyes suddenly met - this is not a breakthrough. But seeing this, Yao Zhiyue nodded to him and said, "I'll go find this Zheng Xiaoyao tomorrow." ”

Yan Zheyu frowned and said puzzledly: "What are you looking for her?" It's not that woman. ”

Yao Zhiyue didn't bother to explain, she walked towards the guest room and said, "I'm sorry, I won't accompany the two of you, I'll pack my luggage in the first room." ”

Yan Zheyu saw Yao Zhiyue enter the house, shifted his gaze to Chen Yiming, and sighed: "I said, can't you answer the old man's phone?" ”

Chen Yiming put his hands in his pockets, his face was gloomy, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Isn't he bent on his Ruida?" Why waste this time. ”

"Ming Zai, everyone is sad about Aunt Jing. I don't think Aunt Jing wants to see your father and son get to this point. The old man has already taken the initiative to put down his body, why don't you go down this step? ”

With a bang, the glass was slammed to the ground, and it was torn apart in an instant, and Chen Yiming's always calm and calm voice roared: "Can a so-called broken staircase bring my mother back to life?" ”

Yan Zheyu stood in place in astonishment, this was the first time he saw this tepid hair with such a big temper, he was stunned with fright, and it took a long time to react, and reassured: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this first." ”

Yao Zhiyue suddenly heard this series of movements in the living room, and the movements in his hands that had already stopped, although he had not seen it with his own eyes, the shock he received was no different from Yan Zheyu. It turned out that the phone he had been reluctant to answer was his father.

Yao Zhiyue sat on the floor, leaning on the edge of the bed, only to feel a sour feeling in her heart, and her internal organs were unconsciously soaked in pain by this sourness, and let out a faint wry smile, "What a hell, I would envy Chen Yiming for quarreling with his father." ”

Growing up, she hadn't seen her father, and she didn't know what she looked like? What about temper? Will he be like Chen Yiming's father, willing to take the initiative to make peace with his children over and over again?

The mechanical sound of the door pulled Yao Zhiyue's thoughts back, and hearing Chen Yiming's footsteps disappearing into the corridor, she walked out of the living room to clean the glass shards on the ground, and then quietly returned to the guest room.