Zhou Jingrun snorted self-deprecatingly, and pointed his finger at the traceless photo that was synthesized in the later stage.

If he had known what happened later, he should have really taken her to Alaska to get the certificate, and he would have confirmed the name of husband and wife.

The name is fake, the identity is fake, but the marriage is real.

"I'm now in a detective agency, and I've found out something," Zhou Jingrun said, "It's still the same incident five years ago, the abduction and trafficking of young girls who were rescued."

Xue Rin'an once heard Fu Nanxian mention this case.

"After the girl was rescued, she was adopted by Du Qingling with a different identity and changed her name to Du Xiaonan."

Zhou Jingrun asked, "Then do you know how she can make Xu Sheng recognize this girl?"

The door of the Xu family is not so easy to enter.

Xue Rin'an: "Handle?"

"No," Zhou Jingrun said, "it's an exchange."

Because she is so beautiful, even at such a young age, it already makes people miss her.

Zhou Jingrun posed two photos for Xue Rin'an.

"These two photos, you see, are from five years ago."

Five years ago, Nannan was only five or six years old.

The little girl carved in pink and jade is extraordinarily beautiful, really like a flawless ceramic doll, with a pair of eyes that blink and can speak.

Zhou Jingrun said: "This photo, at the beginning, was given to Xu Sheng."

He used the data network, hacked the database of the detective agency, and obtained some information from five years ago, including a record of this incident.

Xue Rin'an frowned tightly, "So, it's Xu Sheng?"

Zhou Jingrun nodded.

"Xu Sheng first fell in love with the little girl, I don't know how Du Qingling found out about this, and later when Nannan was rescued, she took advantage of the Xu family's power to change her identity and adopt Nannan."

Xue Rin'an remembered Xu Sheng's expression and posture when he faced Nannan, and squinted his eyes slightly, "And Xu Sheng acquiesced."

Zhou Jingrun: "Yes, I just don't know how Du Qingling operates."

The only thing that can be confirmed is that Du Qingling actually knows the tip of the iceberg of the Xu family.

Jiang Jianing didn't sleep well at first.

Her brain is very messy, all kinds of messy dreams are messed up, and even the children in the welfare home when she was a child appear among her college classmates as children, and Chen Yanran can still chat enthusiastically, her sister ran and jumped on the back seat of her father's bicycle, and the pink windmill in her hand was squeaky and turned by the wind, and the windmill became bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a power-generating windmill as high as the clouds.

When she woke up, she smelled a soft milky smell that belonged to a child, and the sweetness rushed into her nose.

Little Raindrop curled up in her arms, her little face pressed against her chest.

Jiang Jianing didn't react for a moment.

She should still be on Long Island now, right?

As soon as she moved her body slightly, Xiaoyudi hugged her tighter again, "Mom......"

Jiang Jianing can now be sure.

It's not a dream.

She patted Xiaoyu's back, "Mommy is here."

The little rain fell asleep again.

Jiang Jianing took his mobile phone and looked at the time.

Half past five in the morning.

It was still dark and dark.

She lifted the covers, sat up, put on a dress, and walked to the window.

When the blackout curtains were opened, a large area of darkness rendered a thick night, and because of the cold weather, the street lights in the distance were haloed with a thin layer of fog.

It was only eight or nine hours since I came out of Xu's house last night.

Jiang Jianing's bag was not brought out.

In the inner layer of the bag, there is the pill that Zhou Hanyue gave her.

After she ran out of the flower room yesterday, she wanted to go back to the villa like crazy, and she wanted to get the pill.

The thread in the brain that was about to break crumble, clamoring to calm down.

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The black mansion of the Xu family is like a labyrinth of losing oneself, and Jiang Jianing ran to the artificial lake.

When the last string in her mind completely broke, she remembered that it was Xue Rin'an's arms, constantly calling his name.

Jiang Jianing sat in the bay window window for about half an hour, and waited until his mind was completely cleared before he got up, walked to the bathroom, went to wash up, and walked out.

It was dark, and the whole Long Island was quiet.

As she walked down the stairs, she faintly heard a faint sound coming from the kitchen.

She saw a figure standing at the cooking table cutting tomatoes in the light of the ring light in the kitchen.

He put the cut carrots, tomatoes, apples and oranges into the juicer, turned his head and saw Jiang Jianing standing at the door, without the slightest surprise in his eyes, waved his hand at her, and motioned for her to come in.

Jiang Jianing walked in.

The man pressed the switch of the juicer, and with the slightest sound of the wall-breaking machine, "Will you have a meeting?"

Jiang Jianing: "Yes."

Zhou Jingrun brought the basin over, "I remember the ratio of water to flour is one to three, but I have been unsuccessful three times, give me some pointers?"

Jiang Jianing saw the "unsuccessful product" in the basin, and this sense of "harmony with the mud" made her laugh out loud.

Zhou Jingrun didn't have any embarrassment on his face, and shrugged his shoulders, "Xiaoyudian wants to eat milky steamed buns."

Jiang Jianing said, "Then I'll come."

She took the initiative to knead the steamed buns with the dough, added milk and the fruit and vegetable juice that Zhou Jingrun had just beaten to the dough, and placed several layers in the steamer.

Zhou Jingrun: "You're more skilled than Ellie, she can't cook."

Jiang Jianing pinched some interesting animal patterns and casually talked, "What does she do?"

"Dancing girl." Zhou Jingrun said.

Jiang Jianing was stunned.

This is something she didn't expect.

For a moment, she didn't speak.

What broke the silence of the kitchen was the green onion put into the hot oil pot, and I remembered the sizzle of cooking oil on a blazing fire.

Zhou Jingrun poured the shrimp into the wheat rice stone pot and stir-fried the vegetables with a spatula, without the slightest embarrassment at the moment of silence.

He stir-fried a plate of cashew nuts, green beans, shrimp and a plate of shiitake mushrooms and cabbage sum.

Jiang Jianing also cooked soy milk here.

When Xue Rin'an came out, he saw Jiang Jianing standing next to the soybean milk wall breaker, chatting with Zhou Jingrun, who was stir-frying.

Jiang Jianing: "Zhou Shao, your cooking skills are good."

Zhou Jingrun teased himself while holding the spoon, "At the beginning, I would only make egg soup and cook instant noodles, but after a long time, I always have to give Xiaoyudian some nutritious supplementary food."

Jiang Jianing: "Men who can cook are very attractive, and now they can cook is a plus, and girls like it."

A voice came from behind him—"I like them all, why don't you marry the cook?"

Jiang Jianing: "......"

Xue Rin'an walked in from the living room, still holding a glass in his hand, he looked at Jiang Jianing's face was much better than last night, and there was still some flour on his cheeks.

He walked over, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Jianing instinctively turned his head to the side to avoid it.

"Don't move." Xue Rin'an directly stuck her chin, and wiped the flour from the side of her face with his fingertips.

Jiang Jianing stood still this time.

She saw a scratch on his face.