"Nizi, aren't you curious, how can someone like your mother have something to do with me?"

A thin cloud of smoke swirled in front of him, and a little spark flickered and shimmered.

Through the smoke, Bo Jinghan looked at Uncle Quan calmly and smiled gently.

The fingers on the table gently tapped on the table: "There are a lot of things I'm curious about, can Uncle Quan help me answer them?" ”

"It depends, what you want to ask. If you can't answer it, or don't want to answer it, I won't be able to help you solve your doubts. ”

Uncle Quan's answer, giving, is also equivalent to not giving.

And the way he looked at Bo Jinghan's eyes made her stunned.

If that was right, he seemed to be looking through her to see someone who had passed away, right?

Squinting his eyes slightly, Bo Jinghan smiled again.

"Uncle Quan."

She cried softly, but she didn't take her eyes off him, and smiled at him so generously.

The smile surprised him, as if the warm and watery, dusty face in his memory was gradually overlapping with it.

In a trance, he seemed to see Bo Qingqing again.

But in the next second, I saw her willow eyebrows slightly, and a hint of banter flashed in her eyes that did not match his deep gaze at the moment. But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, like an illusion, but it also made Quan Leng come back to his senses: "Uncle Quan, I have three questions I want to ask. We hope you can give us an answer. Of course, if there is anything offensive, please forgive me, don't worry about my little girl. The first question is, why did you take in your brother and keep him on your knees? Second, when did you learn about my mother's death? Finally, although I only saw you once when I was a child, I remember that my mother had a very good attitude towards you. So I want to ask, how did you and my mother become friends? ”

Three questions came up one after another.

Kwon Leng's expression was calm, but his fingers holding the cigarette butt used a little force.

Then relaxed, he squinted his eyes at Bo Jinghan, and the corners of his mouth pouted: "What a slippery little girl!" ”

"Uncle Kwon has won the award."

"Heh......"

With a low laugh, Kwon Leng pinched the cigarette butt and flicked it into the ashtray.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Okay, I'll solve your doubts." When I adopted your brother, I didn't have any utilitarian purposes, don't worry. I didn't want to use him to buy me my life, I just thought that his face was very similar to your mother. I felt that this should be the fate between us, so I brought him back and adopted him as a righteous son...... Your second question, better answered. When your mother died, I didn't know much earlier than you. It was only through the information that your brother found out that I knew. The diary and CD are still in the safe, and if you want to read them, I'll go back and ask your brother to pick them up and send them to you. As for the third question—"

He let out a long sigh.

Quan Leng extinguished the cigarette butt, sighed and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into some kind of memory, and even his voice was slightly ethereal: "Your mother and I are indeed friends." But if you strictly count it, she is not only my friend, but also my benefactor. She...... Saved my life! ”

"Save you?"

Touching Bo Jinghan's suspicious gaze, Quan Leng's eyes darkened, just like his slightly dyed voice: "You can't imagine that a woman who is so weak is actually under the knife...... Saved my life! ”。

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