Kuaichuan Counterattack: Lord God, please pet me gently!

Chapter 583 Courtesan vs. Showgirl (36)

Lu Zhenping is a businessman. Although this is a study room, most of the Lu family's accounts and some notepads of transactions are kept here. Not to mention clues, there is not even a single European word.

Kuang Xin flipped through a bit, and when she was at a loss, she inadvertently glanced at the display case on the other side of the study where Lu Zhenping's collection was placed.

Judging by the faint candlelight, there were only some bronze and jade wares, small antiques and the like in the cabinet.

There was something that caught Kuang Xin's attention, it was a small photo frame with the back facing outwards, hidden behind her Lu family's family portrait.

Kuang Xin carefully took out the photo frame and looked at it by the faint candlelight.

The photo inside is also quite old. On it is a young girl with two big braids, smiling sweetly, bright and bright.

There is a word "Nian" in the lower right corner, which can be vaguely identified as Lu Zhenping's handwriting, followed by a date 25 years ago.

The original owner wasn't even born then.

Kuang Xin was puzzled, the woman in this photo was not Zhong Hua after all, after all she looked very different.

Who would that be?

Kuang Xin frowned, took the photo frame and walked to the window, and took a few more glances at the soft light cast by the bright moon.

Zhao Yifan's figure suddenly popped up in his mind, and Kuang Xin's pupils shrank, comparing back and forth between the young woman and Zhao Yifan.

Similar, very similar!
She seemed to remember that Zhao Yifan was Ouyang Weijun's uncle... Thinking of this, the corners of Kuang Xin's mouth twitched.

Yes, do you want to be so bloody?
Tu Lu, who was biting the tip of her pen in the realm of the gods, sneezed, and touched her nose depressedly. She has transformed into a divine body, and she still has a cold?
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The next day, Kuang Xin woke up early and went to Ann Poster.

"Ms. Lu, good morning."

The woman with glasses was still sitting at the front desk, but instead of stopping her, she greeted her politely.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhao didn't go to pick the wind today, did he?" Kuang Xin smiled.

The woman blinked in embarrassment, "Hey, in this situation, who would dare to show his face?"

"Right."

Kuang Xin nodded to her and went straight to the second floor of the newspaper office.

Zhao Yifan kept to his duty as chief editor as always, reviewing manuscripts one after another, but he didn't even notice that Kuang Xin walked in.

"Editor Zhao, good morning."

Kuang Xin sat across from Zhao Yifan and greeted with a smile.

Zhao Yifan paused for a moment, raised his head, and smiled heartily: "Ah, Miss Lu is here."

"How is the progress of what I want?" Kuang Xin put aside the polite nonsense and asked straight to the point.

"Hi, wait a minute."

Zhao Yifan opened a drawer on the bookcase beside him, took out an oiled paper bag, and handed it to Kuang Xin.

Kuang Xin opened it and saw that there were pictures of Xiong Xiyun and An Ziwen together, but they were all innocuous.

Kuang Xin is helpless, the paparazzi of this old era don't know how to grasp tricky angles at all, no matter how intimate they are, they can be photographed as orthodox as a revolutionary meeting.

"Miss Lu, all of this happened before your wedding... In my opinion, even if it's published, it won't make any sense at all."

Zhao Yifan adjusted his glasses, "Besides, Mr. An Ziwen disappeared yesterday..."

"I know."

Kuang Xin put the photos away, "An Ziwen doesn't care anymore, Xuelian will continue to follow up."

"This……"

Zhao Yifan was a little embarrassed, "I heard that Miss Xuelian was injured last night, and she's still in the Parkway Gate right now. How dare we break into Hong Qiye's territory?"

"Don't worry about it, as long as you ensure that the people can stay outside the Parkway Gate, then... just wait." Kuang Xin smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)