Movie King Dad, your daughter came to you from the countryside.

Chapter 136
Chapter 136

"My mother was a classmate at Shengkenstein University. The other party called you from Xicheng Mental Hospital."

It took Nie Fuyao many days to track this down.

There was also help from Team Mo.

"This person's name is Fan Linlin. She majored in statistics at Shengkenstein University many years ago and later worked at Huckson Company. 14 years ago, her eldest brother died of illness, and Fan Linlin came back from abroad to attend the funeral. Fan Linlin also had a younger brother. At that time, she Her parents asked her to take her younger brother with them, but she refused and was placed under house arrest by her parents. Two years later, Fan Linlin's parents imprisoned her in Xicheng Mental Hospital on the grounds that her daughter was mentally ill. All the property in her name Taken over by her parents.”

Nie Lingchuan frowned when he heard this.

"Last year, she accidentally found a note under her pillow with your phone number and a sentence on it."

The car slowly drove into the villa area, followed the asphalt road, and drove into the villa.

"The other party promised her that after making this phone call, she could be taken out of the mental hospital and all the evidence that her parents had embezzled her property would be handed over to her."

The car stopped in front of the entrance.

Nie Lingchuan turned off the engine and said, "Who is the person who passed the note?"

"The cleaner at the mental hospital suffers from prosopagnosia." Nie Fuyao said: "The other party gave it to her outside the hospital, without monitoring."

Team Mo asked the cleaner, but he didn't know anything about it.

"Shake!" Nie Lingchuan looked at his daughter, "Don't be stressed about this matter."

"What about you? Are you at ease?" Nie Fuyao asked.

"It's useless to be anxious. Mo Huan is extremely experienced in criminal investigation. Even he doesn't have many clues, so why should I worry about it?"

Opening the car door, the father and daughter entered the living room.

"I only want your mother in this life, so let's calm down and wait with peace of mind. If you want to see someone in life, you will see a corpse in death."

He was indeed restless before, but this matter was far from as simple as it seemed, and he had to stay calm.

Now that he has his daughter by his side, he is the anchor of the family. If he is in chaos, he will not feel at ease even if he shakes.

20 years have passed, and there are several 20 years in life.

If I can see Xiao Wutong again in this life, it will naturally be complete.

Even if she can't see him, his person and heart will belong to her until death, and she is worthy of this relationship.

He once felt lonely, but God was so kind to him that he actually had a daughter when he was over forty.

One cannot expect too much.

If he can't find Xiao Wutong, will he live in depression and decadence?
Negative emotions are extremely contagious, and he doesn't want to affect his daughter.

Seeing that he was indeed not distracted, Nie Fuyao felt relieved.

She hoped that Fang Yunwu was still alive and that the lovers could finally get married. Fate should not torture two people in love like this.

As for herself, Fang Yunwu doesn't have any feelings now.

Completely a stranger.

One day in the future, the other party will really come back and they can be cultivated again.

"There seems to be a hand controlling all of this." Nie Lingchuan didn't know who could plan things so rigorously, and it seemed that every link was connected, but it always made the people investigating the matter fall into a strange circle. The ground spins.

A face-blind mental hospital cleaner, a top student who studied abroad with Fang Yunwu and was plotted by his family.

How did the person behind the scenes find this strange pair?

What’s even worse is that there is currently no cure for prosopagnosia.

"Obviously, that note was also typed by machine." Nie Lingchuan couldn't think of anything.

He was very sure of what he said. With such a thorough plan, how could it be possible that his handwriting was ruined.

"Yes. And it's long gone." Nie Fuyao stroked Yuanyuan, "She was swallowed by Fan Linlin."

Nie Lingchuan: "..."

Well, even the machine-typed note has completely disappeared.The atmosphere was a little dull, so Nie Lingchuan turned on the TV and tuned it to the variety show.

"Eat hot pot today?"

He didn't want the mood between the two of them to continue to be depressed.

"Okay." Nie Fuyao really likes hot pot, so of course he doesn't want to eat it either.

Recalling the last time I had hot pot, plus the day I came here, it was almost two years ago.

She doesn't particularly like food, and she doesn't particularly dislike it except okra.

Overall, it's easy to take care of.

When you are busy with research, a steamed bun can last you a whole day.

**
Late at night, Jingyi Club.

Nie Lingchuan, Zhou Ziheng and Cheng Lang were sitting in the corner of the bar on the fifth floor.

The lights in the bar were glowing with yellow, and on the center stage, a woman with medium-long hair was singing a foreign ballad.

The three of them were sitting in a corner, with a partition next to them and a black glass bead curtain hanging from the top, making the space look shadowy from the outside.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows next to me. The rain curtain outside covers the thick glass, and I can only see scattered lights and blurred passing vehicles.

Cheng Lang put his palms against the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling cool and moist.

"It's time for us to prepare red envelopes."

"Yes." Zhou Ziheng shook the light gray irregularly cut wine glass, "Anything worth six thousand or eight thousand is fine."

Nie Lingchuan crossed his slender legs and put his elbows on his forehead, "Who is getting married?"

"Who else can it be? Xiaoru."

He really didn't know about this. He had been busy investigating Fang Yunwu's affairs and hadn't returned to his old house for some days.

"with who?"

"You don't know this person, but you might know him." Zhou Ziheng stretched out his long legs and rested them on the edge of the coffee table, "The youngest professor in northern Qing Dynasty, Nian Hengguang."

I really don’t know Nie Lingchuan.

Although his father was once a diplomat and his mother was also a well-known painter, he was involved in the entertainment industry.

Before his daughter came back, he paid little attention to academia.

"This family is not bad, a dual-income family." Cheng Lang intertwined his fingers and raised them above his head, stretching his waist.

He stretched out his legs and kicked Zhou Ziheng next to him, "You go sit over with Brother Chuan and I'll lie down for a while."

"Are you sleepy?" Zhou Ziheng walked around to the opposite side and sat down. It was not even eleven o'clock yet.

"I chatted with my girlfriend last night until almost three o'clock in the morning." Cheng Lang yawned, "I'm getting old."

"It seems that your girlfriend is not very old." Zhou Ziheng said.

"23 years old, just graduated from college, very squeamish." Cheng Lang complained, but his expression was very enjoyable.

"Tsk, disgusting." Zhou Ziheng took a sip of wine, "Brother Chuan, are you rocking to sleep?"

"Well, I went to bed before ten o'clock." Nie Lingchuan sighed slightly, "I can't control it."

"Why can't you control it?" Cheng Lang lay lazily on the couch, enjoying himself very much, "How do you want to control it? Are you in love?"

"As an adult, if you want to fall in love, as long as the other person's character is okay, I will definitely not stop her. What I'm talking about is that she doesn't know how to take a break when working. The key is that I can't get into the National Academy of Sciences, so I don't dare to call."

It's not that I can't make phone calls for fear of disturbing her.

"Speaking of Shake, I remembered that our courtyard will be setting up a 5G base station in a while." Zhou Ziheng said with a smile: "It's time to change my mobile phone."

(End of this chapter)