In mid-spring, the sycamore trees on Xinhua Road grow new leaves, and the flocculent-like velvet flutters in the wind. The flower beds on both sides are rare and colorful, and the sunlight pours down through the cracks in the leaves, bringing a warm and bright spring feeling. .
A black Maybach parked lightly in front of the garden villa with a decorative partition erected at the corner of the intersection. The door opened, and the driver walked around from the front and opened the rear door, and respectfully helped a man in his thirties out of the car. .
The man had a pair of big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He was slender and tall. After getting out of the car, he leaned on a cane and stared at the entrance of the villa for a while, then slowly walked towards the gate step by step.
He has an elegant appearance and noble temperament, even if he walks with a limp step by step, it doesn't affect his description at all, even the rhythm of the limp makes people feel beautiful.
Meng Su was opening the door to come out, when he saw this man, he was slightly startled, then stood at the door and looked at him.
The man stopped in front of the gate, looked at the plaque on the villa, and then looked at the handsome young man at the gate, with a gentle smile on his mouth, and asked in a soft voice: "Mr. The owner of the house, Miss Ling, is there?"
Meng Su frowned slightly. When Ling Qingyu bought this house, he had told the other party and the agent to keep it a secret. Now that the name has not been transferred, how could someone come to the door
"The former owner of this house was my friend." Seeing his vigilant eyes and his body seemed to be a little tense, the man smiled warmly and said, "Miss Ling and I have been friends for many years. I heard my friend talk about this house a few days ago. It was sold to Miss Ling, so..."
"You are looking for the wrong person. This house belongs to me." Meng Su interrupted him coldly.
The man was slightly startled, raised his head to block the driver who was about to approach, and said with a gentle smile, "Can you please send a letter to Miss Ling, saying that my old friend Su Yuzhu is looking for her, and I will stay in Shanghai for a while. If she I'm free, can I see you?"
"Let's go, it's almost time." Yang Zhao pushed the door open and said, then turned around to explain to the young man, and turned around again, only to see the person at the door, frowned unconsciously, and looked at Meng Su.
"I'm Su Yuzhu." Seeing that Meng Su didn't say who he was, Su Yuzhu said with a slight smile, "Miss Ling and I were friends many years ago."
Friends from many years ago? Yang Zhao sized him up suspiciously, stopped his gaze on his left leg, which was a little shorter than his right leg, and said, "What's the matter?"
"I lost contact with Ms. Ling many years ago, and I only found out that she bought this house a few days ago." Su Yuzhu smiled indifferently, her eyes could not see any emotion behind the sunglasses, and said softly: "This time I come to Shanghai to Wait for a while, can you please send a message, if Miss Ling is free, can I have a cup of tea together."
"Qing Yu is not in Shanghai, and he won't be back in a short time." Yang Zhao said flatly, letting Ye Po and Ying Shisan come out.
Qing Yu... The smile on the corner of the man's mouth froze slightly, and he said, "I wonder if Mr. Ms. Ling belongs to you?"
"I am her husband." Yang Zhao paused and said, "Husband, um, husband."
"Really? Excuse me, I'm Su Yuzhu, a classmate of Ms. Ling's college." Su Yuzhu said with a faint smile, with a trace of bitterness that could not be felt without listening carefully.
With a squeak, a Porsche bypassed the Maybach and stopped on the side of the road. Fang Fang poked his head out of the car window and called, "Brother, are you okay?" After calling, he saw the man standing at the door The man was stunned for a moment, opened the door and jumped out of the car, saying, "Hello, Mr. Su!"
Seeing the man turning his head in doubt, Fang Fang smiled and said, "It's me, Xiao Fang, Fang Xiang's son."
The man smiled and nodded, "It's Xiao Fang, how is your father?"
"Okay, Mr. Su, when did you come to China? Why didn't you hear about it from my dad?" Fang Fang walked up to the man in a few steps and said with a big smile on his face.
"Just arrived, I have something to do here, so I won't bother your father." Su Yuzhu said with a light smile, then turned to look at Yang Zhao and said, "Sir, I have no other intentions, but I haven't seen you in ten years, and I want to talk to my old friend." It's just talking, please take the trouble to bring the words, if she doesn't want to, then I won't force it."
"Who does Mr. Su want to see? These brothers of mine are very nice people, and they will definitely bring the word to you! Don't worry!" Fang Fang said, patting his chest, and then felt a cold light swishing like a knife on his back.
"You are in a hurry, I won't delay you, please." The man slightly turned his body to make way.
"Yeah, we are still in a hurry, so I won't accompany you, Mr. Su, my eldest sister is also in Shanghai, you can visit her when you have time." Fang Fang said a few words in a hurry, and Fang Fang waved at the roadside Several people who got into the taxi shouted: "Don't, don't, take my car!"
"You can fit in that car!" Meng Su replied kindly, squeezed his body into the back seat, and told the driver about the airport.
"Then you can come here in two!" Fang Fang hurriedly got into the car, drove and chased after him.
Watching the Porsche run away after the taxi, the smile on the corner of the man's mouth slowly narrowed, turning bitter.
Husband... Husband... Husband...
Such a handsome young man, although he is bloody, but his eyes are pure and clear, he is a good man, a good man...
"Uncle!" A motorcycle stopped next to the Maybach, and the rider on the vehicle took off his helmet, revealing a beautiful face like jade.
"Why did you come out?" The man walked to the side of the road step by step with a cane, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Have you had a nightmare again?"
"No, I just want to come out and take a look." The young man smiled slightly and said with moist eyes, "Don't worry, uncle, I'm already healed."
"Okay?" The man walked up to the young man, raised his head and caressed his jade-like cheeks, and said, "Xiao Xiang, it's okay, don't force yourself."
"I'm fine, uncle." The young man smiled lightly, with pure innocence, and said, "I figured it out. You see, I haven't actually been harmed in any real way, right? They didn't hurt me. How about it, I am still Su Hexiang from before, not dirty at all."
Is it still the old Su Hexiang, the pure Su Hexiang without any impurities? Su Yuzhu looked at his tightly buttoned collar and cuffs. He had three deep knife marks on his wrist and a cut mark on his neck. If it wasn't for timely rescue, the cleanest child in the Su family, his hope would be will be so gone...
Li Tao! I can't spare you!
"Uncle, who are you looking for?" Seeing the pained look on the man's face, Su Hexiang looked at the gate of the villa curiously and asked.
"Look for an old friend who was my uncle's friend many years ago."
"Did you find Uncle?" Seeing Su Yuzhu shaking his head sadly, Su Hexiang said, "Don't worry, Uncle, just tell me her name. I'll go in and check the public security system here tonight."
Su Yuzhu couldn't help laughing. This guy didn't like to talk or deal with people since he was a child. Everyone said he was autistic. In fact, this guy was just not interested in other things, and what he was interested in...
As long as he wants, he can enter any computer system in this world, and then do whatever he wants...
"Ling Qingyu, her name is Ling Qingyu, Ling of Ling Xiao, Qing of Qingshui, Yu of Feather." Su Yuzhu's eyes took a little far away, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
That's how that fiery girl introduced herself back then.
I am from China, my name is Ling Qingyu, Ling from Lingxiao, Qing from Qingshui, and Yu from Yuyu.