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Chapter 215 The Mystery of Life Experience (2)

Gu Tianlang's eyes flickered, and he patted her on the shoulder lightly. She raised her head abruptly, her eyes were flushed, tears were shining, her face was fragile and uneasy. For 18 years, she was lonely and had no one to rely on, and she had fantasized about her parents countless times. She looks like she misses her biological parents countless times, but at the end of the day, she is too timid to be close to her hometown.

His heart ached, and he couldn't help but put his arms around her shoulders, hugged her gently, and comforted her silently.

The fragrant and soft body was in his arms, his body stiffened, the girl's faint body fragrance lingered in his nose, it smelled unspeakably good, his heart was beating wildly for no reason, his mouth was dry...

The man led them around westward bends, walked for more than half an hour, and walked into a small hotel. The windows were clear and clean, and a warm atmosphere rushed towards them.

A middle-aged man with white hair was sitting in the courtyard, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"Daddy, we have guests. This is my daddy, Henry."

The man turned his head when he heard the sound, and the moment he saw Xiaowu, his eyes lit up, and he stood up ecstatically. "It's you, Miss SUNNY."

Xiao Wu's heartbeat was about to spit out, "Miss Sunny?"

Is that her mommy's name?Yeah?

Henry frowned slightly, and after careful identification for a long time, he sighed in disappointment, "No, no, you're not her, no."

Xiaowu pointed at the picture restlessly, and asked nervously, "Mr. Henry, her name is SUNNY? Do I really resemble this Miss S?"

She feels like it herself, but in the eyes of others?

All of a sudden, she was worried about gains and losses, and her heart was beating like thunder.

Henry glared at his son angrily, and stole the painting again, you bastard.

He looked at the painting with nostalgia, then looked at Xiaowu, nodded slightly, "Like, the eyes are very similar, are you Miss Sunny's daughter? Is she married? How have you been all these years?"

He looked concerned and asked a lot of questions.

Xiaowu felt unspeakably depressed, "I am an orphan, and I was born without parents."

"What?" Henry was obviously stunned, unable to react for a long time.

Xiao Wu took a deep breath, "I want to know about Miss Sunny, can you tell me?"

That identical necklace made her feel that this woman was inextricably linked to her.

Even if they are not mother and daughter, they should be relatives.

Henry was caught in the past, with nostalgia on his face, "I don't know about her, 19 years ago..."

This small hotel was handed down from the ancestors and has been in operation for three generations. 19 years ago, a lady with a lot of worries lived in this hotel. She was very beautiful and very sad. Henry, who lost his wife at the time, fell in love with her at first sight. He offered hospitality enthusiastically, but was flatly rejected.

The lady lived here for half a month, and then a handsome man came to pick her up, and I never saw her again.

What happened 19 years ago is still vivid in my memory. She loves to wear a white dress, which is as holy and beautiful as an angel.

She often sat by the window and looked into the distance, not knowing what she was looking at, which also made him develop this habit.

Xiao Wu grasped the point sensitively, "Handsome man? What does he look like? Can you draw it for me?"

Generally speaking, painters are more sensitive to people's appearance, of course, they are people who pay special attention to them, and their rivals should belong to the race of people who pay special attention to them.

Henry frowned slightly, trying hard to recall,

(End of this chapter)