Shen Hou: "The fate is over. When did Yan Shao move here?"
Yan Zhifan: "Last month. Is Miss Shen single now?"
Shen Hou: "Yes. Yan Shao grew up in Jingping?"
Yan Zhifan: "No. What does Miss Shen come to Jingping for?"
Shen Hou raised his eyebrows: "Doing business. Why do you think I am'coming to Jingping', what if I live for a long time?"
Yan Zhifan: "Your accent tells me that you are not a native of Jingping."
Shen Hou: "Yan Shao's accent doesn't seem to be authentic."
"I just said that I didn't grow up in Jingping, and I stayed abroad for a few years. Ms. Shen's questions seem to revolve around me. Are you interested in me?"
"It's just curiosity. Where did Young Master Yan grow up?"
"Not a good memory, so I refuse to answer."
Shen Hou: "Have you ever been to Ningcheng?"
Yan Zhifan: "No. Why do you ask?"
"I'm from Ningcheng. Okay, that's it, the game is over."
The man smiled: "Miss Shen is a very interesting person."
"Young Shao Yan is also very funny."
"I will be a neighbor from now on, so please take care of me."
"Naturally. The dog has arrived and the tea has been drunk. Goodbye."
Yan Zhifan didn't stop again, watched the woman leave, then raised his hand to touch the dog's head, in exchange for Bai Tuanzi's coquettish affection.
suddenly-
"Shen Qian!"
The man paused, his eyes were fleeting, and then slowly raised his head with a dazed expression: "Miss Shen... what are you?"
Shen Wei went back and forth, observing the man's reaction from a long distance.
"Sorry, missed the word."
After speaking, he turned and left.
This time I really left.
Yan Zhifan finished the last sip of tea in the cup and fed the remaining half sandwich to the white dumplings.
"Is it tasty?"
"Wow--"
"Gluttonous dog."
After it finished eating, Yan Zhifan picked up the traction rope: "Let's go, come in."
One person and one dog went in one by one, and there were still tea sets that were not ready to be cleaned up on the table.
indoor.
In vain consciously lie down in the kennel, dozing lazily.
Yan Zhi went back upstairs, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and washed the foam on his hands.
Suddenly, there was a pause.
Fingertips brushed the inside of the other wrist, before Shen Hou wiped his cuffs, he should be staring at this place, right
Unfortunately, there is nothing.
The marks scratched by shrapnel have been smoothed out by laser surgery.
Not only here, but also every place on his body that was wounded and scarred in the attack, is now clean.
Thinking of her endless "Shen Qian", the corner of the man's mouth raised, "have you begun to doubt?"
In the mirror, the man smiled.
Shen Hou indeed doubted it.
The feeling Yan Zhi returned to her was too familiar. Although he held a strange face and spoke in a completely different voice from that person, and even some habits of gestures were not quite similar, she just thought of Shen Qian inexplicably.
That, to save her, the man who has died.
But he didn't have a scar on his wrist, and he didn't react much to the name "Shen Qian".
Shen Hun hesitated.
"What did you say to him?" Suddenly, a cold drink came, laden with anger and dissatisfaction.
Shen Wei looked up, Quan Hanting was right in front of her, and she took a half step back.
"I ask you, what did you say to Yan Yan?"
Looks jealous of her husband.
Shen Hou: "What does it matter to you?"
"I'm your man! It's my business if you talk and laugh with other people of the opposite sex!"
"You missed two words—once."
Once a man.
Past tense.
Quan Hanting's face turned dark. Because of his guilty conscience and guilt, the decibels were lowered unconsciously: "You unilaterally announced it. I didn't agree."
"It's all the same." Shen Hou didn't bother to talk to him.
Quan Hanting blocked her way.
"What do you want to do?" Shen Hou had a lot of time to spare.
"I..." he couldn't tell.
"Step aside."
"Houhou, don't associate with the surname Yan, he has a problem!"
The woman's eyebrows moved lightly, maybe the news of Master Quan Liu is better than her
"Really? What's the problem?"
"I haven't found it for the time being, but this person is definitely not simple. His origin and history have been completely blocked by the Yan family, and all the information that should be left is also erased. It is not like the attitude of the orthodox heir."
To put it plainly, the heir just wants to be justified.
Now Yan Zhifan has reached that position, but his origin has not been disclosed to the public.
For example, who is his biological mother.
Everyone in the circle knows that the original partner of Yan Ke's death has nothing to do, and that Yan Zhifan was brought back from outside.
Two years ago, Yan Ke's original wife passed away due to illness. It stands to reason that the people he raised outside should also welcome back.
It was indeed welcoming back. It was Yang Lan, the current mistress of the Yan family, but it was not said that Yan Zhifan was Yang Lan's son.
Moreover, the two people are not close in public, and they rarely even say a word.
It's not like a mother and child.
Therefore, the outside world has assumed that Yan Zhifan was born by a mistress who strictly excluded Yang Lan.
This is why, even though Shen Hou saw Yang Lan as Mrs. Yan at the banquet, he did not immediately suspect that Yan Zhifan was Shen Qian.
"Why are you so curious about him?" Quan Hanting's eyebrows were already twisted.