Qin Yue touched Xiao Mangosteen's soft and fragrant hair and smiled lovingly.
"Uncle, I'm not stupid, I'm telling the truth."
"Okay, it's true, it's true. Come on, uncle, give me a hug. Your godmother is tired."
Qin Yue reached out and took the little mangosteen from Liu Runan's arms and held it in his arms.
Qin Yue took Xiao Shanzhu's words as a joke, but Liu Runan felt a little desire in his heart.
Even if that woman was just a little bit like Qing Qing, she still wanted to see her.
She looked back at the white house, and her eyes accidentally fell on the balcony on the second floor.
A pink figure stood on the railing. The light was too dim and too far away. Before she could see her face clearly, she saw a tall man hugging her into the house.
Then he withdrew his gaze, feeling inexplicably worried about gains and losses.
After the meeting, Huo Yunchen heard about the fact that Xiao Mangzhu almost got lost. He was so anxious that he dropped the work at hand and rushed home.
When I got home, I saw that Tianyi and Tianxin were already asleep.
The little mangosteen seemed to have had a sweet dream in his sleep, his little mouth was always curled, and his smile was sweet.
Qin Yue had been waiting outside, and before he could ask, he had already told the whole story of the incident.
Then he acted like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, waiting for him to blame himself.
But Huo Yunchen's attention was entirely focused on that sentence.
"Little Mangosteen said that she met a woman who looked exactly like Liu Yun, saved her, and helped her take a bath. The dress was freshly made by the woman."
"Yes, you don't really believe it, do you?"
Qin Yue smiled incredulously.
"Did you go verify it?"
Huo Yunchen stared at Qin Yue with a burning gaze, which made Qin Yue's heart tremble.
"No, I really wanted to go in and thank the master in person, but their servants closed the door and refused to let them in. What can I do?"
Qin Yue said with an aggrieved look on his face, and his black and white eyes carefully studied Huo Yunchen's expression.
"Hey, Lao Huo, don't you still think that Qing Qing is still alive? You've made Liu Yun look like that. To be honest, I feel uncomfortable looking at it. It's been three years, can you let it go? This life has to go on, you are still so young, do you want to live with Liu Yun's fake face for the rest of your life? "
Huo Yunchen glanced at him deeply, curled the corners of his lips and said nothing.
Turning around, Liu Yun was standing behind them. Qin Yue rolled his eyes at Liu Yun unkindly.
"Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here soon. I don't want to care about you anymore. I have safely handed the child into your hands. I'm going home."
Qin Yue sighed and shook his head.
Before leaving, he stopped in front of Liu Yun and looked at her carefully.
"It's been three years since you had plastic surgery on your face, but you still can't compare to my cousin. Oh, you're really trying to kill yourself."
Liu Yun lowered her head and did not dare to answer.
In the past three years, everyone said that her husband was good to her and would marry her, but only she knew what kind of life she was living.
"Did you hear that? They all said your face is not pretty."
Huo Yunchen's deep voice was as cold as ice, slowly ringing in his ears.
He raised his hand to lift her long hair, with a faint smile on his lips.
"I also feel that the more I look at it, the uglier it becomes."
Liu Yun was already trembling with fear, and said tremblingly: "Sir, please don't let me do the surgery again, I'm afraid."
"Afraid? You're not afraid of murder, frame-up, or frame-up. Are you afraid of having to undergo plastic surgery?"
"I was wrong, sir, please forgive me. I will serve you well like a cow or a horse."
As Liu Yun spoke, she turned around and tried to kiss him. As a woman, she seemed to have nothing to offer him in return except her body.
However, Huo Yunchen slapped her so hard that her raised nose tilted to one side.
"Are you worthy of serving me? Humph, Liu Yun, you are not even worthy of being a cow or a horse for me."
She covered her face and knelt on the ground, not even daring to cry.
The canthus of the eye was opened a few days ago, and the double eyelid was newly cut.
It was her eighteenth surgery in three years.
Every operation was a nightmare. She was afraid that others would say she was ugly. As long as someone said she was ugly, Huo Yunchen would ask her to have surgery again.
In fact, what he wanted was not a face exactly like Bai Qingqing's, what he wanted was to make her life worse than death.
"Go to Dr. Xiao tomorrow and ask her to open the corners of your eyes a little wider and narrow your mouth a little. Fortunately, it will be perfect."
Huo Yunchen raised her chin with his slender fingers, his cold eyes despising her deformed nose, and the smile on his lips became more wanton.
"I understand, thank you sir."
Liu Yun choked and nodded in agreement, her body shaking like chaff.
"Go away, I don't want to see you."
He pushed her away in disgust, his eyes extremely disdainful.
Liu Yun stood up and ran away in a hurry.
Huo Yunchen's lonely and silent figure entered the study, opened the safe and took out the mobile phone with her photos.
His rough fingers touched her face on the screen over and over again, and she pursed her lips and smiled.
Smiling, big tears fell on the phone screen, blurring her face and blurring his eyes.
The next morning, Xiao Mangzhu pestered him and insisted that he take her to find her sister from yesterday.
I repeatedly emphasized to him that Sister Bao is prettier than Aunt Liu Yun.
Sister Bao is Mommy.
Huo Yunchen could only smile and didn't care.
But he couldn't resist his daughter, so he drove her to the white house in the suburbs himself.
The courtyard door was unlocked, so Xiao Mangzhu ran straight in.
While running, he shouted: "Sister Bao, Sister Bao, little mangosteen is here to play with you."
She ran all over the house but found no one. She moved all the things with her mouth and left nothing behind.
Little Mangosteen was very depressed, holding her father's hand and feeling unhappy.
"Dad, Sister Bao is missing?"
Huo Yunchen just thought it was a child who remembered it wrong and didn't care.
He comforted her and said, "Maybe Sister Bao has moved. Let's go home first, and then we can look for her slowly, okay?"
"Well, luckily I found this."
Little Mangosteen waved a photo frame in his hand, as if he had picked up some treasure and was extremely happy.
Huo Yunchen didn't pay much attention. He hugged her and put her in the back seat.
When I was fastening her seat belt, I accidentally glanced at the photo on the frame.
The face that had haunted him in his dreams for the past three years suddenly pierced his eyeballs, and he snatched the photo away.
Looking carefully, it's her, it's really her.
At least this face is real and not made up.
But who is the man holding him next to her
"Dad, is Sister Bao beautiful?"
"Beautiful, the little mangosteens are awesome."
After being praised by his father, little Mangosteen was even more excited.
He held the photo in his arms the whole time and refused to let go.
Yunqing Group, President's Office.
Huo Yunchen called Liu Mo over and said solemnly: "There is a villa in the southern suburbs. Go and find out who the owner of the house is?"
"Sir, why do you want to check the house suddenly?"
Since Liu Kai's death, Liu Mo has been Huo Yunchen's most trusted person.
"Just go check it out, no matter how big or small it is, I want to know everything."
"Yes, I'll do it right away."
(End of chapter)