Secret Lovers of Senior Officials: Alipay for Marriage

Huang Xiaojue must be alive and well.

As soon as she thought of this, she suddenly became enlightened, and her whole body became cheerful.

And Lao Huang has been traveling around the world, and he doesn't ask about foreign affairs at all. In addition, he can't understand foreign languages ​​in the report of the plane crash, so he didn't know that Yan Xixi was also on the crash list.

He only wanted to see his old friend, so he made a lot of snacks, and kept adding coffee and pastries to Yan Xixi.

"Uncle Huang, did Xiaojue reveal when he will be back?"

Father Huang sighed, "I only hope he can come back on New Year's Eve."

Yan carefully calculated, New Year's Eve, less than 20 days away.

At that time, did Huang Xiaojue really come back?

Moreover, she found that Huang's father didn't know about the murder in Canada at all... Obviously, if Huang Xiaojue had something wrong, the old man couldn't be so calm and calm.

However, she couldn't ask Father Huang, for fear that asking too many questions would make the old man worry.

Inadvertently, she saw many photos pressed on the table, all of which belonged to Huang Ma.

From the black and white photos when she was young to the old ones... Even she couldn't help secretly praising: Huang Ma had bright eyes and white teeth when she was young, she was very juicy, she was really a big beauty.All the way to change, she is fashionable all the way.

Lao Huang followed her gaze: "Oh, when I see these photos, I always feel that the old woman is still by my side..."

Throughout his life, he has been unable to find another woman.

She took his soul.

Poor old man.

Father Huang was very enthusiastic, "Xi Xi, are you still staying in Boston? Don't you need to go back after graduation?"

She smiled slightly: "Yes, I plan to stay here for a long time. By the way, uncle, this is my phone number. You can call me anytime, and I will come to see you."

Huang's father was very happy, one more acquaintance would bring more comfort, not to mention, Yan Xixi's fate with Huang's family is very close.

"Tomorrow, I will invite a group of old friends to take a short trip... Be careful, if you are still in Boston on New Year's Eve, you can come to my place for dinner. I am a good cook, and I will prepare a meal for you."

"Thank you, I'll be there."

"Uncle, I have another unfeeling request..."

"Thin, tell me."

"If Xiaojue contacts you, tell him that I'm waiting for him at the old place. And, don't mention me to anyone except him."

Father Huang was taken aback, then nodded cautiously: "Don't worry."

As night fell, the snow became even more numerous.

The small cafe in a secluded place is full of heating, and Yan Xixi carries her luggage like a down-and-out tycoon.

The lights are dimmed, and the aroma of freshly baked snacks is strong.

She is not hungry, she has been nestling on the sofa.

At this moment, I am neither worried about being poor, nor about Huang Xiaojue's life and death, and I am no longer afraid of the invisible black hand stretching out to grab my throat—people have a strange habit, the brain has the function of automatically repairing trauma , let the magic hands of time slowly heal the pain of the past.

The air crash has become history, she thought, and ideally, the person who stole her own documents has already become a victim of that accident.Since then, no one has ever known me and made trouble for me.

In fact, the peace and quiet of the past six months also made her completely relax her vigilance.He even changed his mentality, no longer being a dog, but calm and open-minded.Now that you are not afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of?

In this world, there are countless people who don't have enough food and clothing, and suffer from diseases and poverty. Their lives are really dark.