Chapter 6: Who Are You?

"With her grades, she will definitely not be able to get into the first high school, but ...... She wants to marry that Lu Shao in the future, and I can't refuse, Yaohui, I thought, find a teacher or director of No. 1 Middle School to come out for a meal, give her a set of test questions for her to do, if the score is low, it will cut off her thoughts, so that she can know how many catties and taels she has, and she can't really sell favors to find the principal of No. 1 Middle School. Tang Jingshu told Ling Yaohui her thoughts again.

Ling Yaohui didn't expect his wife's thoughts to coincide with his, so he nodded at her, "Okay, just do it." ”

With her husband's consent, Tang Jingshu also put her mind at ease and looked relieved.

Turned around and left the study and walked outside.

After watching Tang Jingshu leave, Ling Yaohui's expression was a little solemn, he hesitated for a while, took out his mobile phone and dialed, "Hey, it's me." ”

"Did you find it? Is the old man's posthumous thing in the girl's hands? ”

"What! Didn't find it? Idiot! That thing couldn't have been taken down by that dead old man! Keep looking! ”

After finishing speaking, Ling Yaohui hung up the phone, his face was extremely pale!

At the door of the study, Ling Yunjia, who came over with fruit, listened to all of his father's words through the crack in the door.

Her face was a little ugly, and she didn't understand what her father meant, but she vaguely felt as if she understood something.

After waiting for a while, Ling Yunjia slowed down, then knocked on the door and said softly to the study: "Dad, I'll send you fruit." ”

"Here, let's go out to eat." Ling Yaohui's voice and footsteps came together, and after opening the door, he looked at his well-behaved daughter at the door, and the murderous aura in his eyes when he called before was long gone.

What is left behind is full of kindness and gentleness.

Ling Yunjia also pretended not to know anything, and went to the living room with her father with the fruit with a smile.

Hospital.

One o'clock in the morning.

Wen Wan didn't let her grandmother stay with her in the hospital, but let her mother go back.

She was the only one in the ward.

Suddenly, the lights in the corridor flickered, and Wen Wan heard the footsteps outside, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Here it comes.

So I got out of bed, turned on the lights in the ward, and watched the man in the trench coat walk in.

Seeing the man's face, Wen Wan's heart ached violently, and his breathing stagnated.

Xie Duyun's idol has a heavy burden, and he likes to be clean, and he never lets himself be unkempt.

Even if he is engaged in scientific research, sometimes he doesn't care about it when he starts scientific research, but Xie Duyun is very strict with himself, and he is always clean and neatly dressed.

But at this time, his beard was unshaved, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes seemed to have not been changed for two days, and he was staring at Wen Wan deadly.

"Who the hell are you!" Xie Duyun took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but realized that it was in the hospital, so he put away the lighter again, holding the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes gloomy.

"Dad, you're secretly smoking again." Wen Wan's eyes were slightly red, her voice was a little hoarse, and she choked up.

When Xie Duyun heard Wen Wan's tone and words, he was stunned in place, the cigarette in his mouth trembled, and his eyes widened and he stared at Wen Wan.

"You, who the hell are you!"

"What did Xiao Wan tell you before she died! Did she tell you about your relationship with me! Xie Duyun suddenly stepped forward and stared at Wen Wan condescendingly, his eyes full of shock.

He looked at Wen Wan in front of him, although it was the same as his daughter's name, but this face did not have any similarities.

However, he felt that the eyes of the little girl in front of him were almost exactly the same as those of his family, and his heart ached a little when he saw it.

The daughter they had raised for more than ten years, such an excellent little princess, died in a small task that they didn't care about at all.