you are a star

Yu Shaoting was the first to hang up the phone, and Yu Wenzhou called Jing Rong to confirm that Yu Shaoting's phone number was indeed a fake number, and there was no trace of it.

Yu Wenzhou was so motivating, even a person like Jing Rong, who didn't care about world affairs, couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"Is Yu Shaoting really just committing a commercial crime?"

Yu Wenzhou lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and the bluish-white smoke curled up, vaguely hiding those twinkling and cold peach eyes.

"He touched my bottom line."

Of course, he couldn't say that Qiao Nan was harmed by Yu Shaoting, not even Jing Rong.

The less people know about it, the better for Qiaonan.

Naturally, Jing Rong didn't ask any more questions, so he hung up the phone.

Yu Wenzhou couldn't fall asleep thinking about things in his heart, and he didn't know the specific situation of Qiao Nan now, one thing was entangled in his heart, except for irritability, it was irritability.

In the dead of night, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the light was dim. With the landscape light outside the window, he picked up his mobile phone and scratched the number he dialed in the afternoon on the call log.

But did not call again.

Since the other party refused to say some things, he could only find the answer by himself.

The housekeeper hadn't slept yet, so he came out of the room in a hurry, "Second Young Master, why don't you rest?"

"Where's the key to my dad's room?"

The keys to each room in the Yu family's old house are kept by the housekeeper. Yu Wenzhou's father locked his room the year he left and gave the keys to the housekeeper.

Even if they were father and son, Yu Wenzhou and his father had always kept each other's private space, so Yu Wenzhou never went to his room.

The butler didn't realize it all at once, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Mr. told me back then that no one can enter his room without his permission."

Counting it, it has been almost 20 years. Mr. Yu left Yanjing City a few years after his wife passed away.

At that time, it was rumored that Mr. Yu was an infatuated person, unable to face the fact of losing his beloved, so he left his hometown.

"Now the Yu family is in charge of me, and I don't need his permission." After speaking, Yu Wenzhou reached out to the housekeeper.

His eyes fell on the large bunch of keys pinned to the butler's waist.

"Master, it's too late. Let's do it tomorrow. You're tired from working all day. Go to bed early." The butler calmly pressed his waist, but secretly guarded the key, careful not to agree. , Yu Wenzhou came to grab it.

The second young master has a perverse personality and can do anything.

Yu Wenzhou let out a sneer in his throat, "Are you going to delay and ask me for instructions?"

When some people speak in a pleasant manner, they always give people the illusion that they are easy to get along with, but once they get angry and angry, their airs are so high that people can't easily provoke them.

Yu Wenzhou is such a person.

The housekeeper wanted to say something more, but Yu Wenzhou's patience was obviously exhausted, "Don't forget, the blood of gangsters is flowing in my bones. If you don't give me the key, I won't bother to tell you about respecting the old and loving the young." The fine traditional virtues!"

He is really going to steal it, there is no reason for the butler not to give it.

Yu Wenzhou took the key and walked east, passing a corridor with wall lamps embedded in the corridor pillars, all the way past was glowing with elegant yellow light, like a string of lanterns.

He walked to the room where his parents used to live, took out the key and opened the door.

The smell of old wood came to the fore. The room was cleaned by the housekeeper every once in a while, so the inside was very clean, and there was no trace of moving anything at first glance.

Still the same as when he saw it as a teenager.

He didn't know what he was looking for, or what he could find?
He casually walked over to the dressing table where his mother was alive, and opened the small drawers. The gold and silver jewelry inside were still there, but there was no string of pearl necklaces that his mother loved most when she was alive.

Because she committed suicide by jumping off the building wearing that string of necklaces that day, and that string of pearls was a wedding gift from her father to her mother.

He closed the drawer again, and opened the drawer on the cabinet, but found nothing.

Then he turned around and walked to the sofa where his father used to sit most often, sat down, crossed his hands, put his elbows on his legs, lowered his head, and let out a deep sigh.

I remember when I was young, my father always liked to sit on this sofa at night, turn on the floor lamp next to him, read a book there, and put a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

But what did his father mean by those words on the phone? More than a year ago, he also said to keep himself away from Qiao Nan.

It seems that apart from the father himself, there is no answer.

Just when he was about to give up looking for something in this room and stood up to leave, when he got up, he saw something in the gap of the sofa.

It looks like a piece of paper, and only a corner is exposed when it falls into the gap of the sofa. If you are not sitting here, it is not so easy to find.

He frowned, put his thumb against the corner, and then moved up with a bit of strength to rub the paper up.

When I took it out, I realized that it was not paper, but a photo.

The photo should be a bit old, a little yellowed, very similar to the style of taking pictures of my father's generation, and the clothes are also very retro compared to now.

In the photo is a woman, no, it should be a girl, because that face looks a little immature, probably only in her teens or twenties, but she is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Especially those eyes, which seem to hold a clear spring, are lively and charming.

that face.

A stream of cold sweat rolled down Yu Wenzhou's back.

His brain was throbbing, the veins on his forehead suddenly tensed up, and his ears began to hum, which was like the sound of blood boiling and rolling.

He suddenly stood up holding the photo, and strode out of the room. The butler was waiting outside the door, but he also turned a blind eye, with a gloomy and tense face, striding towards his room.

Back in the room, he closed the door behind his back, turned on the light, walked to the bedside table, and opened the drawer.

Inside the drawer lay a very small photo. It was a photo of Qiao Nan and Liang Feicheng when he was a teenager. I saw it last time at Qiao Nan's home in Donglin Community, and took it back by accident.

The surrounding area was very quiet, only the sound of his panting one after another.

He picked up the photo in the drawer and put it together with the other photo in his hand. His hand, which had been motionless even after holding the gun, was shaking violently at this moment.

The two faces of the same age in the photo are [-]% to [-]% similar. If you don't carefully identify them, you may think they are the same person.

Will there be two unrelated people who look so alike in this world?

The answer is no, at least he has never encountered it.

He took a deep breath, turned the photo over, and wrote two words on the back.

Wei Yang.

It should be the name of the girl in the photo.

Among the big families in Yanjing City, there is no one with the surname Wei.