Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 669 Looks a bit like the prince
Feng Nuanyang nodded, with a strange look in his eyes: "Nurse Sang is very courageous. This person who was just assassinated didn't have time to go out. I admire it."

Ye Si was stunned, his eyes turned cold, if it was just to see the doctor, he could have recruited the doctor to the mansion, why go out in person?
"These things will trouble you. I know it's not good for you to carry Qian Jue's back, but he is a person who values ​​affection, and some things still need to be dealt with by me." Feng Nuanyang knew that Sang Nanny had something important in Qian Jue's heart. A substitute position, but that woman didn't treat Qian Jue sincerely, she loved that man and would not allow anyone to hurt him.

Ye Si nodded, and when she was about to leave, she thought of one thing: "Wangfei, when I followed today, she ran out of the car halfway, and she lost control of her emotions."

"But who did you meet?" Feng Nuanyang asked.

Ye Si nodded: "A man and a woman stared at them for a long time, as if they knew each other, but the strange thing is that the couple did not recognize Madam Sang."

"How old are you?" Feng Nuanyang was puzzled and continued to ask.

"Looks like forty or fifty, the man's profile is rough, and he looks a bit like the prince," Ye Si hesitated, but he still said it. The moment he saw the man, he was a little dazed. The prince was brought up by Sang Nam Yes, when the old woman saw this man's gaffe, she might have some relationship with the prince.

Feng Nuanyang stopped rubbing the rim of the cup, sat up straight, and looked solemnly: "You don't want to stare at Nanny Sang for now, go and investigate that man."

Ye Si nodded, which meant exactly that.

In Yunpeng Inn, the man spread out the scroll, and the woman in the painting stood leaning against the railing, with sorrow in his eyes, he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, with regret on his face: "Nan Xing, I found our son, I will take him back to see you, you wait for me."

Under the dim light, he was tall and tall, with loneliness in his brows and eyes. Thinking of the woman he saw during the day, his heart felt cold, and his hands hanging on the table were clenched into fists.

"Lianrao, I made some food, you have a taste." A joyful voice came from outside the door, and with a click, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a woman in red came in with a smile on her face.

Lian Rao rolled up the scroll, put it aside, and raised a gentle smile: "Why did you deliver it yourself?"

Sang Lan touched the hair fork on her head, with a shy face, looking at the mighty man in front of her: "You gave me something today, and I should do something for you too."

Lian Rao pursed his lips, sat down and ate some of what she made, but he didn't finish it. He was fast and elegant, exuding a cold air on his body, and he never spoke to her.

The room was quiet, and Sang Lan was disappointed in her heart. After all, it was the first time he was so gentle to her today. She thought he finally opened his heart and accepted her.

"Lianrao, what do you mean by giving me these things today?" Sang Lan tugged at the hem of her clothes, feeling a little nervous, but she still asked. She has been with him for decades, and she is almost sixty years old. Now that she has taken good care of her, she still has some color. She hopes that he will not make her wait any longer.

Lian Rao's face was pale, his eyes were dark, he stopped holding the chopsticks, put the chopsticks on the table, slowly took out the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then his eyes fell on the eager woman opposite: "If I find my son and agree to it repeatedly, I can marry you!"

(End of this chapter)