Hearing the news that the little girl died at such a young age, he said that he didn't believe anything, his little girl was an angel, how could she die so early, God couldn't be so unfair.

But the dean told him that the little girl had really left, and that her grave was not far from the orphanage, and said that if he didn't believe it, he would take him over to see it.

Hearing the dean say this, Bo Qing fell to the ground on the spot, crying so much that he couldn't even make a sound.

Until he left the orphanage, he did not have the courage to go to the so-called cemetery with the director to take a look.

In the end, the dean gave Bo Qing all the few photos that the little girl took in the orphanage, and Bo Qing relied on these photos to persist for so many years.

"Where's the little turnip? Can the dean's mother tell me which family he was adopted? I want to go see him. Before leaving, Bo Qing grabbed the dean's hand again.

The dean shook his head, "I'm sorry, since the little radish head was adopted by that family, all his information was destroyed by that family, and now we don't know where the little radish head is, and we don't know what the family is." I think, the little radish head should be doing well, you don't have to worry too much, if there is fate, you will meet again one day. ”

After that, Bo Qing left the orphanage and never went back.

Over the years, he has donated a lot of money to the orphanage, but it was all sent anonymously by Hongyue, and until now he has not had the courage to return to that place.

Because, if he had taken the little girl and the little radish head away together, the little girl would not have died, and the little radish head would not have evaporated from the world.

Looking at the white and fat wontons in the bowl, Bo Qing's eyes moistened.

"Mr. Corpse? Mr. Corpse? ”

Bo Qing's wandering thoughts were pulled back to reality by Zheng Xiaomeng's sentence "Mr. Corpse", his hand trembled, and he almost threw the spoon.

"Dr. Zheng, are you calling me? I'm sorry, I'm distracted. ”

Zheng Xiaomeng smiled slightly, thinking in her heart that the famous gambling king would also be distracted.

"Let me introduce you, this is my husband, Lu Muqing." Zheng Xiaomeng grabbed Lu Muqing's arm and said.

"Husband, this is the corpse gentleman I mentioned to you, the gambling king."

Zheng Xiaomeng deliberately pressed the word gambling king very low, for fear that others would listen to it and cause some unnecessary trouble to Bo Qing, which would not be good.

After Zheng Xiaomeng's introduction, the two men looked at each other very politely and smiled, but there were no extra words.

Zheng Xiaomeng didn't say much with a trace of embarrassment on her face, the two men are the pride of the sky, both are high, they are both god-like characters, they are very noble, it is already very good to be able to look at each other and smile, so she will not expect them to sympathize with each other.

In order to alleviate this slight embarrassment, Zheng Xiaomeng subconsciously looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Ah, it's not early, there are still a bunch of things waiting for me to do in the emergency, Mr. Corpse, if there is nothing to do, I will leave first, as for your medicine, don't be too anxious, have a good New Year first, rest assured, I won't let you die."

Bo Qing lowered his eyelids lightly and nodded slightly, "Okay." By the way, Happy New Year! I'll be back to the Golden City later, and if nothing else, we won't see each other until the next year. ”

Zheng Xiaomeng nodded, "Happy New Year!" See you in the next year. ”

When he said these words to Zheng Xiaomeng, Bo Qing subconsciously glanced at Lu Muqing, and his expression did not change at all.