It was already late when he returned to school, and Gu Zhixia took a shower and went to sleep.

Han Yue didn't.

In the past two days, he has found the information of the two people who kidnapped him before through various channels, and looked at it carefully.

Not only that, but he also found all the videos related to himself during his sophomore year of high school.

Through such a long time of observation and clues found, he found that a few days before he was kidnapped, a black Mercedes-Benz appeared in the video of himself and Gu Zhixia coming home from school.

The license plate number of the black Mercedes-Benz, if he remembers correctly, has the impression that he should have seen it......

Han Yue's brows tightened, and after a long period of distraction, he narrowed his eyes deeply and closed his laptop.

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Following.

Han Yue's father, Han Mingye, came to Lingzhou, not specifically to come to see Han Yue, but to discuss work with others here.

I contacted Han Yue at lunchtime, saying that it was just time to meet him and Gu Zhixia and talk about his recent situation.

During the time when Han Yue was blind, Han Mingye still took a lot of care of Gu Zhixia, often asking people to send food to the apartment, not to mention, and would call her to care about her on some festivals.

So when he heard that he had come to Lingzhou, Gu Zhixia was still quite happy.

"Uncle finally came here, let's take him around, Lingyun Street is good, there are a lot of antiques, uncle should be very interested." On the way to the hotel, she chattered to Han Yue.

The boy tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at her, "It's my dad here, why do you feel happier than me?" ”

Gu Zhixia was talking about Xing, and when he heard his words, he snorted at him unhappily, "Hey, what are you talking about?"

"Isn't your dad my dad?"

She is getting closer and closer to him, and she usually talks about what she thinks, and now, it is natural for such a sentence to pop up.

Han Yue was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Well, that's right, it should be our dad, my fault is my fault" The corners of his lips curled up and touched her head.

I can't think she's cute.

After Gu Zhixia listened to his words, he realized what he had just said.

He pursed his lips, a little ashamed.

He slapped the boy's hand down and puffed out his mouth, "I'm talking about later, I'll know later, right?"

Han Yue's arm was on her shoulder, and his smile did not decrease, "You know, it will be sooner or later, right?" ”

"You don't want to be so shy, can you?" Gu Zhixia glared at him, "You can only be said to be a qualified boyfriend now, as for whether Uncle Han can become my father, it depends on your future performance."

She shook her head, her expression agile and delicate.

Hearing this, Han Yue couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, pulled the girl's face, and asked angrily, "Look at my performance?"

"Gu Zhixia, don't you forget that you chased me back then, and now that you have chased me, it depends on my performance?"

His voice was low and deep, revealing a bit of lazy danger.

Gu Zhixia patted his dishonest paws, and on his porcelain-white face, there was no fear at all, and he even had a little arrogance, "You are embarrassed to say that I chased you back then." ”

"It's like letting you be my boyfriend is like asking for your life, and then I got back together with you, and you still said that you hate me with a bad attitude, and if you want to chase you, go and line up first, I remember all these things you said!"

"Now! It's your turn to pester me and coax me home, understand?"

"If your performance is very poor, you can also go to the queue, after all, my aunt and grandmother are also very sought-after now, okay?"

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