I don't know how long it took,

The wasteland little yellow chicken finally asked again: How much do you know about me?

Liu Muguan's expression was a little solemn.

Little Yellow Chicken, are you suspicious of something?

For a moment, she didn't know how to reply to this sentence.

Jian Congsu, who stayed in Wanshu Yinhua, gradually sweated in his palms......

Does Guan Guan know that this trumpet is his?

But where did she find out?

He was very careful, he never logged on to the trumpet when there was someone around, and all the photos in it were also sure that there was no clear reference, and every time he switched, he was also careful.

But...... Guan Guan is very powerful.

She can even get the fetal embryo after Luo Shanqian's miscarriage......

Well, in other words, he really missed something, and she found this trumpet, and she would know...... Is he taking his medicine?

Thinking of this, his heart is very complicated.

On the one hand, he didn't want others to discover his secrets, and he was ashamed to talk about it from the beginning of taking medicine.

With such superior living conditions, family background, and smooth sailing from childhood to adulthood, what excuse does he have for depression?

The most that comes out is considered to be a disease-free moan.

If you don't do it, it will become a point of ridicule for others.

But subconsciously, he still longs for someone to know, to have someone to understand him, care about himself, and understand his true self......

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dried the medicine.

Using a bottle of vitamins as a disguise, but praying that one day someone will see him and comfort him in a way that respects and understands him.

Then, the little angel duck appeared.

Jian Congsu now thinks about it, it seems that every time she sends out a not-so-pleasant Weibo.

Guan Guan will soon take Liu Xinyan to appear in front of his eyes, at that time, she will become very lively, and she will also show her girlish side, selling cuteness and coquettishness to Liu Xinyan.

Last time, she also came to fight the landlord in the middle of the night, and her face was painted.

Thinking of her embarrassed and resentful appearance at that time, the corners of Jian Congsu's mouth couldn't help but hook......

So, to convince him that she didn't know the trumpet was his, it was really ...... Somewhat difficult.

That...... Let's pretend not to know.

He thought about it and decided not to ask.

Some things are embarrassing to pick out.

After living in Wanshu Yinhua, I realized that Guan Guan rarely came back, but Uncle Guan was there every day, but he was often in the study, handling some affairs of the company remotely, and he didn't intersect with them much.

Tonight, even Xiao Man didn't come back.

Tomorrow's press conference...... Will it be the moment when the Jian family and him accept Ling Chi?

When the phone rang, he was almost taken aback, and thought that Guan Guan had called him.

However, when I looked closely, it was the second uncle's phone.

"Cong Su, I heard that you live here with Wanshu Yinhua, I'm here now, can I see you?" Jian Lao Er asked on the other side of the phone, in a polite tone.

The second uncle did not go home often these years, and spent most of his time developing abroad.

In his early years, he was the enlightenment teacher of his painting, and Jian Congsu had a little affection for him.

He was silent for a moment, "You can send me a locator." ”

As a boutique villa area in the south of the city, Wanshu Yinhua has strict management, and Jian Lao Er does not have an owner card, so he cannot enter smoothly.

But he parked the car at the nearest north gate, and thought that he had inquired about it.

Jian Congsu didn't come alone, and He Shengming was also with him.

Guarding against people, he is no longer the stupid and sweet young master he used to be......