The sound is not unfamiliar.

This person had been a frequent guest at the house before.

The two of them have the same administrative level, but in terms of power, Lian Xinying's father is above him.

Lian Xinying didn't have much of a good impression of him. Because there is a prejudice in the heart.

Her father died, and this person was only applauded in his heart. Because he may be able to sit in the top position smoothly.

"It's fine." Lian Xinying wanted to open the package, but now that he was talking on the phone, he had to put it aside first.

"As for your father, I'm afraid it will hit you hard. If you want to know more about this, you can come to my office and see me. Zhao Qitian paused when he said this, "I found out here that before your father died, someone sent you a package, did you receive that package?" ”

Lianxin Ying's heart hit hard.

Uncle Zhao is so powerful.

She received the package on the front foot, and his call came on the back foot.

said that he was busy until now that he had time to call her, but in fact, he knew that she had received the package, so he specially called.

Was he afraid of something?

"Well, got it. was about to take it apart and take a look, but Uncle Zhao's call came. ”

"Oh, then you take it apart now and tell me what it is. I'll try to find evidence to prove his innocence, and I hope you can cooperate. Zhao Qitian sighed and spoke seriously.

Lian Xinying's eyes moved, and he didn't dare to believe all his words.

Looking for scissors to unpack the package, Lian Xinying took out a delicate box from inside.

There is also a handwritten letter.

When Zhao Qitian heard a cry on the phone, his eyebrows were twisted, and he was a little anxious.

"Xinying, don't cry yet, tell me, what did your father send you?"

“…… Eighteenth birthday gift. A music box, a letter, and there was no explanation in the letter, only that it said sorry. Lian Xinying gritted his teeth and calmed himself.

"Oh, what about the music box? What's so special about it? ”

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Lian Xinying's tone was firm, and he couldn't tell that he was lying.

After Zhao Qitian calmed down, his tone was a little more relaxed: "Xinying, don't cry, I have some relics of your father here, you should come over." And, about your father, I'll tell you about the cause and effect in person. ”

Lian Xinying responded in a stupid tone.

I put my things away and went out.

In the evening, Yan Ye came back for dinner, and when he saw that there was no shadow of the little woman in the house, he asked, "Where do people go?" ”

"I went out in the afternoon and never came back."

"Let her learn to paint, is there an honest learning?"

The steward shook his head: "She refused to learn, and the teacher asked me to tell you I'm sorry." ”

Yan Ye's eyes were cold, the corners of his eyes skimmed to one place, and the line of his jaw suddenly tightened: "What the hell is that on the coffee table?" ”

"This ......," the steward sighed, shaking his head, "this is drawn by the young lady." ”

The drawing paper was handed to Yan Ye.

Yan Ye just glanced at it, with an expression of disgust and contempt, and the damage value output was fatal.

"Who is she drawing?" Yan Ye asked, the corners of his mouth raising a sneer.

The steward did not dare to hide: "You ......"

With a few 'hiss' sounds, the paper was torn apart and thrown into the trash.

"She's looking for death!" When Yan Ye saw this painting, he guessed this result. Before going out, he changed his mind and ordered his subordinates: "Put the painting together for me!" ”

Oh, is this going to be proof to settle accounts?