Mrs. Xu looked at the back of her son leaving, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm really angry!" ”

Xu Anyang comforted the old lady and said, "Grandma, don't be angry, it's really not worth it for that kind of person, I'll help you go back to your room to rest." ”

Mrs. Xu, who was cared for by her grandson, got up with her chest covered, and she said, "Fortunately, grandma still has your little good grandson, you can't be as angry with grandma as that white-eyed wolf!" ”

"Grandma, your worries are unnecessary." Xu Anyang coaxed the old lady into obedience.

Yang Yunlan returned to the room and made a sneaky call, and she said in a low voice: "Have you grasped the situation over there?" ”

The mysterious man on the other end of the phone replied: "The news has all been blocked, and we don't know the specific situation yet, but it should be eight or nine years old." ”

"What I want is affirmation, don't tell me anything you should, I tell you, as long as you don't give me a certain result for a day, the remaining half of the transaction amount will not reach you." Yang Yunlan's face was awe-inspiring.

After hanging up the phone, she changed into a nightgown and walked out of the room with a water cup.

Probably waiting for an opportunity, a chance to enter Xu Zhiming's room.

Yet tonight.

When Yang Yunlan came up from downstairs with a water glass, she encountered a terrifying black shadow at the staircase, and she almost didn't scare her soul away at that moment.

She clutched her chest and took two or three steps back up the stairs, and a lot of fine cold sweat broke out on her forehead due to the tension, and her eyes were wide open, and her whole body began to tremble.

In fact, since He Xinhuan died in an accident in this house, she has always had a psychological shadow.

To be scared is to be really afraid.

Until, until she heard a familiar male voice.

"Little Huan ......"

Xu Zhiming leaned drunkenly against the wall of the corridor, and he whispered the name of his ex-wife He Xinhuan in pain.

Yang Yunlan, who heard the sound, seemed to have been struck by lightning, and was stunned in place for a moment, and only after she reacted did she move forward cautiously, and her head was also probed from the corner little by little.

When Yang Yunlan saw the drunken Xu Zhiming leaning against the wall, she suddenly exhaled lightly.

At first she was really panicking, panicking about what? probably panicked that he would meet He Xinhuan's ghost at Xu's house.

After all, that familiar figure had appeared in her dreams many times, and every time she was scared to wake up from her dreams.

It's false to say that you're not afraid, but why are you so afraid?

Is it a lack of heart?

Yang Yunlan walked towards Xu Zhiming step by step, and she called softly: "Zhiming." However, the moment Xu Zhiming raised his head when he heard the voice, she charmingly stroked her hair.

The hooking pose is a perfect score.

"Xiao Huan, is that you?" Because of his upset, Xu Zhiming drank a lot of wine in the living room on the second floor, and at this time, he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly after the dim light in the corridor.

That white figure was very much like He Xinhuan, but suddenly it looked a little like the annoying Yang Yunlan, he shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the wine away.

Yang Yunlan felt a moment of displeasure after hearing the disgusting name, and when she calmed down and thought about it, she stepped forward and grabbed Xu Zhiming's arm.

"Zhiming, I'll help you back to your room." Yang Yunlan's eyes flashed with a touch of calculation, and Xu Zhiming's drunkenness tonight suddenly reminded her of that night twenty years ago.

She had a warm relationship with him that night, so why not this night?

Thinking like this, Yang Yunlan's face improved slightly, and she was no longer disturbed by Xu Zhiming's words. ()

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