Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8389 Every move is a soldier (10)

Yan Jia was walking on this quiet path wearing a casual grey shirt. There were petals falling on his hair, he didn't care, let the petals swirl around and float down from his black hair. fall to the ground.

He walked slowly, with a thin back and standing alone.

In this life, how many roads have to be traveled in order to clearly live this life.

The footsteps are on the falling flowers, and the sound is very light.

With the wind blowing in his ears, he thought of many things, about childhood, youth, and those years abroad.

It has been a week since he was discharged from the hospital, and I heard that Yan Songyuan still doesn't know about him.

I don't know, lest the father and son meet again.

But at this time, a face suddenly floated in front of him. It was blurry at first, but gradually became clear and enlarged. It was Yan Feng, his own brother.

He hadn't seen a live Yan Feng for many years, and he knew that Yan Feng was still alive, somewhere in the world.

He never hated Yan Feng, even if he and that woman still had Zhouzhou.

He doesn't hate that woman anymore...

"Second son, are you coming back for dinner tonight? Hey, what are you looking at?"

"Sister Wu, look, this newspaper."

"What newspaper? International news... Whatever international news you read, do whatever you want."

"No, Sister Wu, look carefully."

"What's wrong? At eight o'clock German time this morning, in the morning rush hour, a car hit another car? What's so good about it, it's not something that happens every day."

"Sister Wu, don't go, look at the photos! Photos!"

"So mushy."

"No problem, Sister Wu, look carefully at this woman, this woman who hit people!"

After more than ten seconds, the woman screamed: "My God, this woman looks like Miss Lin! It's carved out of a mold! But this is German news!!!"

"Yes, Sister Wu, it's too similar. I don't know if it's because the photo is too blurry, but it really looks like it!"

"Hurry up and put away this newspaper, don't let Second Young Master see it!"

"Why can't the second son see it? This is not Miss Lin. Miss Lin and Young Master Zhouzhou had an accident last year."

"Be careful with me, and dare to mention Miss Lin and Young Master Zhouzhou again, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

"Sister Wu, is it that serious?"

"Put the newspaper away, no, burn it! Never let the second son see it!"

Yan Jia stood at the door of the backyard for a while, frowning.

He opened the door with the key and stood in front of a group of women, his voice hoarse and depressed: "What can't I see."

A young maid held the newspaper tightly in her small hands, trembling, and did not dare to let out the air.

How could the second son appear at the back door?Didn't you go to the airport?

Sister Wu was even more frightened, her face pale and her eyes widened.

It was over, Yan Jia heard everything he just said.

Yan Jia walked towards them, her body was oppressive and her steps were heavy.

He raised one hand and took out the newspaper in the maid's hand. The maid did not move, and did not dare to resist at all, allowing Yan Jia to take the newspaper.

Yan Jia saw the picture of the scene that was not very clear at a glance.

In an instant, the man's thin lips pursed tightly, the lines of his face tensed, and his pupils dilated.

It was that woman—Lin Zhi.

No matter how blurry the photo was, he could recognize her, and he could.

It's Lin Zhi, it's her!
Yan Jia stared at the photo, and suddenly he saw a child's chair in the back row of Lin Zhi's car, and there was a child in the child's chair.

(End of this chapter)