It is obvious that Mrs. Duanmu called me over here just to send her back "on the way". In other words, she did not want everyone to know about the purpose of her finding me. She deliberately used this "clumsy" method to "hint" me, which is nothing more than emphasizing this point, right?

Chu Yuan was sleeping in the car. Mrs. Duanmu didn't let me wake her up, and sat in front. I kicked her in the back. I thought she should say something after leaving KTV, but she just whispered to Dong Xiaoye to a place name and stopped talking. Along the way, except for my own heartbeat, I could only hear Chu Yuan's gentle and even breathing. I couldn't understand the woman in front, and Dong Xiaoye couldn't understand either, as if she was really just taking a ride...

Mrs. Duanmu did not live in the hotel. The place she was going to is near the company. Although it was not a good way to go home with me, it was not very far away. The name of the community was "Lanshuijiahe". I sounded familiar with it, but I had no impression. I thought it was a wealthy paradise for grassroots people like me who could only be regarded as a dream and talk. Even if it was not as good as the two properties Chu Yuan transferred from Li Song, it might not be much inferior. But when I arrived at the place, I was stunned - although this place is not as old as the community I rented, it is definitely not as high-end as Liusu rented. In short, it is a very ordinary community, so ordinary that it makes people unable to believe that there is a billionaire here. Moreover, I have been here once before...

Send Yao Wan'er home!

No wonder I think the name of this community sounds familiar! Mrs. Duanmu actually lives in the same community as Yao Wan'er!

I was surprised, but I didn't show it or ask questions. Since Mrs. Duanmu brought me to this place, she would naturally give me the answer.

The security work in the community is useless in front of the power of Sister Hu. Once you show your ID, the car drove into the community. Although this place is not high-end, it is not without highlights. I guess the developer will regret leaving such a large green area for himself to hit the wall...

The car was parked downstairs. Mrs. Duanmu was not in a hurry to get out of the car. She turned around and asked me, "Have you been here before?"

"I have been here once and sent Wan'er home, but I only went to the entrance of the community and never came in..." I thought to myself, Mrs. Duanmu wouldn't live in Yao Wan'er's house, right? It shouldn't be. If this is true, Murphy has no reason not to know. Wan'er is Murphy's confidant, Yao Ling is Lao Mo's confidant, and with the connection between Mo and Yao, it is impossible for the Yao family to join Mrs. Duanmu...

"Send the little girl from Yao's family home?" Mrs. Duanmu frowned slightly. It was obviously my answer that surprised her. "I thought if you had been here, Fei'er must have brought you. She grew up here, but I almost forgot that the little girl from Yao's family lives here with her parents now..."

When I was about to get off the car and open the door for Mrs. Duanmu, I was stunned when I heard this. Xuan'er's scalp became numb and cold sweat oozed out...

I almost forgot that Wan'er seemed to have told me before that her mother and Murphy's father were college classmates. When she married Wan'er's father, she couldn't afford the house. It was Mo Yiran who sold her idle property to them at a price of almost free. Until Murphy graduated from high school, both families were neighbors, and the origins of the Mo Yao family came from this. Yao Ling was more accurate than Mo Yizhi's confidant...

Mrs. Duanmu did not live in Yao Wan'er's house. Is it possible that she lives in...

Sure enough, Mrs. Duanmu understood the content in my expression, and a bit of complexity flashed in her eyes, but unexpectedly and reasonable without concealment, and she smiled slightly: "After they moved, I asked someone to buy this place..."

‘Here’ refers to Murphy’s previous home, ‘I bought it here’ rather than ‘I bought it myself’. The complex secrets hidden in this sentence made me even more tremble. At least I had never heard Wan'er say that after Mo Yiran’s family moved away, her neighbor was replaced by Mrs. Duanmu...

Over the years, how did Mrs. Duanmu hide the Yao family's purpose and purpose? No, this is not the problem. The question is why she wants to hide her eyes and ears... nor, the most fatal question should be why did Mrs. Duanmu hide her eyes and ears so deliberately, but now she wants to tell me...

"Come up and have a cup of tea." Mrs. Duanmu pushed open the car door herself and invited me.

"No," I covered up the fear in my heart, pointed at Chu Yuan, and said helplessly with apologetic look: "This girl sleeps like a pig..."

Before I finished speaking, Chu Yuan rubbed his eyes, sat up in a daze, stretched his waist and yawned, "Have you arrived home? Brother, I'm thirsty, please pour me a glass of water..."

My buddy was crying but she couldn't cry. Mrs. Duanmu curled her lips at me playfully and got off the car proudly.

Chu Yuan, whose mouth was wide open and his belly button was lit, then he came to his senses, blushed with shame, and said anxiously: "Where is this?"

I pinched the stinky girl's nose and said angrily: "This is the thing I don't want to know the least..."

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Simple but strong bookish Chinese antique decoration, with a slightly old-fashioned look, but a bit quiet and peaceful. The moment you enter the door, you give people the feeling that this is a house, not a home...

It just feels that this house is unmannerable. Of course, it is not that there is no one living here, but that there is no one living here. People who live here may regard it as a kind of work.

Home is a place where people can relax and relax and release themselves, but there are traces of caution everywhere here. Not to mention the cups and plates placed in the cabinets that are even neatly arranged than hotels, just like the mahogany sofa in the living room is obviously a bit old, but even in the gaps of carved patterns, there is no dust. When Mrs. Duanmu went to make tea, I carefully looked at the sofa and found several scratches, which are the closest ones, probably several years ago. Who can be so cautious in life that it will not even bump into it?

After taking the boiled water handed over by Mrs. Duanmu, Chu Yuan glared at me who was still circling around the sofa just now.

"What did you find?"

When Mrs. Duanmu sat down, the first question made me burn my tongue and almost spit out the tea. This woman...

"I didn't find anything..." I smiled awkwardly, not daring to look at Mrs. Duanmu, but lowered my head and looked at the six feet under the table - Chu Yuan and I, and Dong Xiaoye's slippers, were all new, and the labels were not even enough. The woman brought me here, and it was indeed a temporary decision...

Mrs. Duanmu gently lowered the tea leaves in the cup and said, "I remember I just praised you for being honest with me."

"That depends on what you are asking," I said nervously: "I want to know what I should know, and I don't want to know what I shouldn't know, nor dare to know..."

"Haha, this is honest," said Mrs. Duanmu. "But since I brought you here, I mean there are some things I want you to know, you should understand, right?"

My scalp was numb, "I understand, but I don't understand..."

Mrs. Duanmu smiled and said, "You understand, and you understand, but you just don't dare to admit it."

I remained silent.

Mrs. Duanmu took a sip of tea elegantly, put down the cup, and looked around the walls of the house. Her eyes were filled with memories, a little sweet and sad. "There are always a few times in a year when I come back to this place. Don't think about it. I never stay here. I just make a cup of tea and miss my old friends like now..."

Mrs. Duanmu got up and went to order a stove of sandalwood. The purple smoke curled up, and the fragrance lingered in the room. She sat down again, closed her eyes, and the corner of her mouth that was always upturned was a pain that I could see but couldn't understand, as if love, hatred, regret, and longing. "The things here are all the same as before he left. In the company and in front of outsiders, he was humorous and talkative, so he had a good popularity, just like Chu Nan, but in private, he didn't like to talk too much, it was very quiet. At home, he often hid in the study room and read books alone. Sometimes when I came to visit, he had nothing to say, just moved the place where he read from the study room to the living room. I just sat on this sofa, lit a stove of sandalwood for him, and then drank tea, and looked at him. Before I knew it, it was a day... Now with my eyes closed like this, I seemed to still feel that he was sitting opposite me..."

I sat down and felt that the sofa was a little hurting, because now I was sitting opposite Mrs. Duanmu...

"Who is he?" Dong Xiaoye, the idiot, asked the question that I didn't want to ask the least, but also the one who didn't want Mrs. Duanmu to tell me the answer.

Throughout history, who has been a hero who knows the secret of **oss, has ended up well?

【ps: I forgot that I haven't been home for a few days, I have been eating and living in the company, I have never taken a shower, I have never brushed my teeth, I have never shaved my beard, I have never slept in the bed, I feel like I'm already moldy... Sorry, this sad situation will last about a week....]
Chapter completed!