The people who live in Dijing Lingxiao are either rich or expensive, and if he wants to find out the owner of Villa No. 1, he must go in person.

  But looking out the car window at the street lamps that were overtaken one by one, and at the trees that were falling backwards, his thoughts also went back to many years ago.

  This man still remembered the fragmentary words of the woman who had brought her when he finally had the ability to mobilize the Shen family's forces to find someone one afternoon.

  "That's right...... When I came, I didn't remember everything...... Of course, of course, we have helped her find a doctor, we are a serious welfare home here, and we have been on TV, so we must be responsible for the children here......"

  "Okay, well, I'll tell you the point, the doctor said that the child was mentally and psychologically traumatized and selectively forgotten...... Fortunately, her adoptive father and adoptive mother said that this is just right and can be away from the original family...... I have the impression that the family is quite rich. ”

  "Ouch, this adoptive family information is not to be revealed...... It's not a matter of money or not, it's mainly that our welfare home is small, and there is no computer entry, and there was a fire two days ago, and the information was burned......"

  "What's that family's last name? I really forgot...... It's not that I don't care, it's that there are so many children here, and there are people who come to see it every day, and I can't remember them all, I just remember that the child's original surname was Wen...... This surname is very rare in our country, and if you hadn't emphasized her, I'm afraid I wouldn't have remembered it. ”

  Speaking of which, the woman was a little regretful when she saw the noble appearance of the boy in his early teens in front of her.

  He must be very rich, if the woman can provide him with information, it is estimated that he can make a fortune, but unfortunately he can't get it now.

  At that time, Shen Xin's heart was crumbled, for fear that it would be because of herself that her family would be ruined and her heart would be seriously hurt.

  He originally searched for the name provided by the neighbors around him and found this small and dilapidated welfare home, but he didn't expect the clues to be interrupted here, at that time he didn't have such a strong ability as now, and to do this step was already at a young age and worked hard to learn to do business.

  Wen Yingning, the little girl with this name, is like a meteor, fleeting in his life.

  Until one day more than ten years later.

  That day, Shen Xin went to the company as usual to be busy with work, and heard from the secretary that an artist under Xingcan had an accident on the set, and in the winter, the female artist and the second female number two in the same crew both fell into the water because of prop problems, and now both of them have a high fever and have been sent to the hospital for treatment.

  They are all small artists, and it stands to reason that Shen Xin doesn't have to go to visit, but at that time, he had just completely taken over the Xingcan Group, and he still needed to see the subtleties, and he also needed to express his concern for the employees. So he went to the hospital himself.

  Xingcan's artist and the actress of Xinrui Media have the same disease, so they are also treated in a ward. When Shen Xin arrived, they had just hung up the hanging needles, and the high fever had not subsided.

  Shen Xin routinely expressed condolences to the artists under his company, and the actress was almost in tears when she saw him, so she almost got out of bed and patted her chest on the spot and said that the illness was completely cured.

  However, this high fever is really menacing, the actress said two words, and she didn't know where she was in a daze, and at this moment, on the hospital bed next to her, there was a sudden burst of beautiful but intermittent female voices.

  "Moon Boat...... Sharp corners...... The stars shook gently, and my mother held the ...... My hand, go home to cross the water bridge......"