Si Ye's little ancestor is really bad

Winter in Myanmar is not cold. After dinner, Luo Yan blows the wind by the window sill, and the night wind blows into his eyes, making him a little dry.

Zhao Pei passed by her room, saw her wiping movements, and paused slightly.

She hasn't mentioned the matter of leaving the organization in the past two months, and she probably doesn't have hope in her eyes.

When the nurse passed by, he waved and handed over the plate of hot dumplings.

Watching his leaving back, the nurse sighed slightly and sent the dumplings in.

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At the beginning of the new year, the Jingsheng Group Charity Foundation announced that it will invest a huge sum of 15 billion in children's charities. The scope of funding covers the whole country, and even cooperates with charitable organizations in Southeast Asia.It not only provides medical care, education, and financial assistance to help children in need, but also establishes various large and small regional welfare systems to provide employment opportunities for caring people in society.

Major media rushed to report the feats of big companies, and caring people from all walks of life also actively participated in public welfare undertakings.

Jingsheng's image in the hearts of the people has been raised to a new level. The major newspapers and media wanted to interview conscientious entrepreneurs, but all calls to Jingsheng were declined one by one.

After the Ching Ming Festival, Qi Si accompanied the old lady to Shunguang Mountain. When he was going down the mountain, he was photographed by a pilgrim and posted it on the Internet.

After learning the news, it was already three days after the incident, and the photo was widely circulated. Yan Jing found out that the person in the picture seemed to be Lord Si, so he hurriedly reported it.

In the photo, Si Ye was only photographed from the back and a little profile. He was a head taller than the surrounding pilgrims and had an outstanding temperament, which was too conspicuous in the crowd.

After being told, the man reacted lightly. After signing the last stroke of the document, he didn't look at Yan Jing's mobile phone on the table out of the corner of his eye. "I need to teach you how to deal with it?"

The implication is to make a fuss out of a molehill.

Yan Jing should be, seeing that he didn't look at it, put the phone back.

Just when his finger was about to lift up the phone, the man said coldly, "Slow down."

Looking closely at a woman wearing a mask in the upper left corner of the photo, Qi Si frowned to zoom in on the picture.

The woman only showed half of her face, and she was still wearing a mask. The picture quality was blurry and could not hide her deep eyebrows. What caught his attention most was the white hairpin protruding from her head.

His heart was beating a little fast, he stared deeply at the person in the picture for a few seconds, he got up, "Go to Shunguang Mountain."

Yan Jing followed closely, looking at the pictures on the phone while walking, and suddenly found the woman in the upper left corner, her eyes paused slightly.

It's too blurry, but the eyebrows and eyes are [-]% like Miss Xu.

Could it be... Miss Xu is back?
A few days passed, and of course they couldn't find it.

After dark, Qi Si went down the mountain, and even if he didn't go along the way, he still passed Jingli Garden, which was as dark as ever.

The news of the appearance of someone who looks like Ms. Xu alarmed the people below, and Gui Lei had already sent someone to focus on Shunguang Mountain.

Every time Qi Si passed by Jingli Garden, he would stop to take a look. One night, he finally went upstairs, the door was closed, and there was no sign of anyone coming.

Where will she go if she comes back?

After thinking for a moment, Qi Si thought of a place.

In the evening, Jing Feng had already gone home, so Qi Si called and said that he went to his clinic and wanted to watch the surveillance.

Jing Feng had some guesses in his heart, so he told him the password of the door lock.

So many days of monitoring could not be finished at one time, Gui Lei asked someone to watch it overnight, but after going through the monitoring for nearly half a month, no suspicious person was found.

The man who learned the result kept a secret look on his face, and frowned slightly as he looked at the woman in the corner of the photo.

"is it you?"

He seldom dreamed of her recently, and she was already stingy in his dreams.

The woman on the screen saver has clear eyebrows, her eyes are bent in the rose field, and the curvature of the end of her eyes is endlessly lingering.

I don't know how many times I have seen this photo carefully, and it was only later that I realized that when she looked at him before, there were so many layers in her eyes.

At the beginning, he didn't observe carefully.

More and more clearly and cruelly realized each time, it was he who missed the person who was sent to the palm of his hand.

She mustered up the courage to let him marry her, but he didn't catch it.

Obviously easy to have.

It must be difficult for her to say that kind of thing. After being rejected, she still pretends to be relaxed and doesn't care...

If I could do it all over again, the first thing I would do would be to beat myself up that night.

He went to Shunguang Mountain exactly one month before he went up the mountain last time.

In the early morning, mist lingers in the mountains, and the temple seems to be hidden in a fairyland.

There is a wishing pond in the backyard of Yunlong Temple, after offering incense, Qi Si suddenly wanted to take a walk behind.

The singing of birds in the forest is crisp, and the temple has the implication of incense and woody fragrance.

When he crossed the threshold to the backyard, the man stopped abruptly.

In sight, the woman is wearing a pinched cheongsam, hanging her wish piously under the tree, her hair is tied up by a hosta, and her figure is straight and slim.

After staring fixedly for a few seconds, Qi Si slowly walked over and whispered, "Qing Chan."

Hearing this, the woman turned her head slightly, and her eyes froze when she saw him.

The man in front of him was as handsome as a god, with dark eyebrows and eyes. When he looked at him seriously, he seemed to be deeply affectionate.

"Hello……"

When he saw her clearly, the darkness in Qi Si's eyes faded instantly, and the lines on his face were slightly stiff, "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

The person in front of him has a quarter-like resemblance to Xu Qingchan, especially when he is not looking at the front face.

But it's not.

The hopes in his heart were instantly shattered, the man's face was not very good, obviously he couldn't accept the fact that he had admitted the wrong person, he nodded slightly and left.

Lin Yan looked at the man's back, a little lost in thought.

She had just clearly seen the process of the man's eyes changing, from dark longing to calm indifference, what kind of person could make this kind of man show such a look?