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The servant interjected, "Miss Shen belongs to the eldest son—"

Chen Ling took a leisurely sweep, but the servant immediately fell silent.

"Future family."

Luo Sang was startled, "Future family?"

Chen Ling smiled very much, and avoided answering, "It's difficult to travel in snowy weather, I'll arrange a driver to take you off."

"Since it's inconvenient, I won't bother you." Luo Sang still didn't give up, "Chen Ling, what about another day?"

"I can't promise you today what will happen in another day."

Chen Ling nodded, took a step back, and stood on the steps.

Luo Sang was silent for a second, "Chen Ling, my father invited you to visit Luo's house when you have time."

The man stood with his hands behind his back, "I will visit my teacher and teacher's wife when I have time."

This kind of address completely sealed the relationship between senior brothers and sisters.

"Chen Ling, in fact, you don't have to define us by the past, you can try to understand me and try to renew." Luo Sang stared at him intently, "When you don't know a person, any definition is premature."

Chen Ling had a deep meaning, "To understand a person, you have already understood it at the beginning. If you don't understand it deeply, there is no need for it."

He passed over Luosang's head, a red flag car belonging to the provincial department was parked in the courtyard, Gu Yunzhi came down, "Chen hall."

"Exactly, see off Miss Luo."

When Gu Yun stepped forward, Luo Sang didn't insist anymore and sat on the red flag.

The nanny was very sorry, and everyone in the upper class knew that Chen Sanye didn't know how to pity and cherish jade, he only knew how to wield knives and guns, kill and fight, but she didn't understand this, and she was also stunned.

"Sister Fen." Chen Ling called her, "Stop meddling."

The nanny was helpless, "Third Master, sir has been worrying about your life-long affairs."

He suppressed his temper, "Whether I will marry or not, I know in my heart, let the eldest brother take care of his son."

After leaving this sentence, Chen Ling returned to the living room.

Passing through Dongjiang Port, the surface of the river is covered by goose feather heavy snow, and the endless bleak and pure white.

Luo Sang was absent-minded, "Secretary Gu, do you recognize the woman in the old house?"

Gu Yunzhi squinted his eyes, knowing that she had noticed Shen Zhen.

"It's the patient's family member of the second son. I know him well. The third master taught in her school at the beginning. He has a shallow friendship with the third master and has contact with the Chen family."

"I don't think so." A woman's intuition is often terrifyingly accurate, "She should have a close relationship with Chen Ling."

Gu Yunzhi was serious, "Miss Luo, don't talk nonsense, it will affect the reputation of the third master."

Luo Sang put his hand out of the car window, the river wind was like sharp icicles, his palm lines hurt, "Does he always miss his ex-girlfriend?"

"How could it be?" Gu Yunzhi only felt absurd, "Third Master has a weak relationship, not promiscuous, not infatuated, and not long-term. When did he have an ex-girlfriend, and Third Master even forgot his eyebrows and nose."

The old man has passed away, but he happens to be alone.

Rosan said nothing.

On the other side, Shen Zhen used a shovel to shovel out the ashes at the bottom of the fireplace. When he looked up, the snow outside the window of the old house was half a meter high, reflected in the glass, overturning the silhouette of Chen Lingyingwu. He was wearing an iron gray turtleneck sweater, Black vest, the whole person is slender and straight, exuding bright light.

He's less bland and less tangy.

somewhere in between.

It seems as if the tea soup has been filtered for three or four times, and the thick and clear reddish-brown color, taste, temperature, and color are just right.

Chen Ling didn't have an overly strong desire to conquer. He was indifferent to fame and fortune, calm and self-restrained. The rarest and most alluring charm of a man was engraved in his bones, his demeanor.

Shen Zhen shook the shovel, "Third Uncle, is that your new girlfriend?"

The man sat down, "Are you so bold, are you kidding me?"

"Marrying a wife and having children to grow old together is some kind of joke, it's a blessing." She glanced at Chen Ling, "My dad is about your age, and I'm in elementary school."

Chen Ling also glanced at her, but said nothing.

The glass is as clear as water, and the sky is white, revealing the different shades of lines at the end of his eyes, new wrinkles covering the old ones, Chen Ling is always expressionless, the men of the Chen family don't like to laugh, and he especially do not love.

Solemn, old-fashioned, and resolute.

If Chen Chongzhou is the sacred and inviolable snow lotus, and Chen Yuan is the thick and deep purple pear tree, then Chen Ling is the clear moon in the mountains.

He has the majesty of a tree and the holiness of a moon.

It is the product of the most impeccable, least gorgeous, and most dazzling contradiction in the world.

At this time, the servant was cleaning up the garbage with a cleaning cloth, and Chen Ling suddenly asked, "Is there a suitcase in the attic?"

The servant stopped, "Yes. Your old photo album, Mr. told us to keep it intact."

Shen Zhen's eyes lit up, "Is it when Uncle San was a child?"

"There are photos of the third master in his teens, and another one in his thirties." The servant was full of praise, "The third master was handsome since he was a child, tall, tanned, and masculine as a boy."

"Third Uncle, I want to see it." She shouted, "Auntie, can you find it?"

The servant smiled, "I'll look for it right away."

Shen Zhen asked again, "Is Uncle Chen handsome? Is there a photo of him?"

The servant choked, and in the Chen family, including the two young masters, they didn't dare to tease Chen Zheng. She immediately looked at Chen Ling. The man's eyes were smiling, and he didn't criticize.

"As the saying goes, the tiger father has no dogs, the first son is handsome, and the second son is handsome and fair at birth. When he was young, he was naturally a man of talent."

Shen Zhen revealed his old background, "They are handsome because their mother is beautiful, and their sons follow their mothers, and their fathers—" She flattened her lips, "You will only know when you have a daughter."

Adhering to the principle of not saying anything rude, the servant went to the attic to retrieve the box and put it on the coffee table. Chen Ling waved, "Go down."

Shen Zhen couldn't wait to flip through the pages. The first picture showed a boy in his thirteen or fourteen years old, with a sky blue school uniform shirt and white trousers, smiling against the sun, with red lips and white teeth, sharp eyebrows and handsome eyes, tough and upright.

Based on Chen Ling's current appearance, he can also guess how full of youth he was back then, but Shen Zhen never expected that even the puberty was so good-looking.

"Third uncle, are you a school grass?"

Chen Ling frowned, "What is school grass?"

She slandered, she was really old fashioned.

Shen Zhen patiently explained, "The most handsome boy in the school."

He said calmly, "It's not that exaggerated."

She looked at Chen Ling's reaction, "Third Uncle, modesty is considered pride."

"Poor mouth." He took the Americano coffee from the servant, "The aesthetics of the age are different. I went to school in the 8s and 90s."

"Handsome is handsome, and the eyes of handsome men and beautiful women are always the same." Shen Zhen turned the next page, "Third Uncle was still a school girl when I was in school."

Chen Ling pursed her lips and smiled very shallowly.

At the end of the flip, she pointed to the background of the photo in disbelief, "Did you participate in the sports meeting in my university?"

Chen Ling hummed, "Do you have any impression?"

She shook her head.

"In your freshman year, I taught in the master's graduation class on the South Campus of the university next door to you, and you took my criminal investigation subject."

Shen Zhen covered his mouth, "Captain Chen? It turns out that you are the sharpshooter in the serious case group!"

Chen Ling looked at her, "Like my class?"

It's not that she likes Chen Ling's class, but that she likes to cling to Zhou Haiqiao. Zhou Haiqiao majored in economics and management and minored in psychology. In his university, the major of psychology and criminal investigation was a four-hour class. The students in six grades combined classrooms. Every time, he has to occupy Zhou Haiqiao's back row and exchange it with a bag of breakfast.

Zhou Haiqiao has good grades and is the deputy class representative, responsible for collecting homework and roll call before class.Chen Ling didn't have time to worry about it. He was a visiting professor at [-] universities and belonged to the front line. At that time, many girls had a crush on him. After class, they gathered around the podium, using the excuse of asking questions, and admiring his heroic figure up close.

And Shen Zhen only surrounded Zhou Haiqiao. She had attended Chen Ling's class, but in fact, she didn't pay much attention to the teacher's appearance.

But Chen Ling was famous, and all the girls in Shen Zhen's dormitory adored him. When he withdrew after class, half the campus wailed, "Give me a long-lasting teacher-student relationship."

Students from other schools, other departments, and even the little aunts from the cafeteria crowded at the gate of the South Campus to stage the scene of meeting love at the corner.

Girls in those days, either had heroism, or wanted to be a big brother's woman.

Chen Ling is the top ten heroes in the police circle in the province. However, before Shenzhen University, the provincial department did not disclose his photo. She only heard about Chen Ling's undercover deeds in her third year of high school.

"Five years ago, there was an accident on the west campus of your school, do you remember?"

Shen Zhen was a little dazed, "I don't remember..."

For a moment, Chen Ling couldn't describe the feeling.

She didn't remember him.

At such a thrilling and critical juncture, did she stay in the depths of the years and never take it away.

Shen Zhen held his chin, "Third Uncle, what happened five years ago?"

He was gloomy and smiled, "It's nothing."

***

At that time, in Yuhuan Tea House in the urban area, near Donghuan Park, Zhang Li, wearing a peaked cap, jumped off the sightseeing tram, looked around, and stopped a security guard at the scenic spot, "Where is the south gate?"

The security guard pointed the way, "Across the parking lot, there is a round arched stone door."

Zhang Li thanked him, jumped over the railing, and smoked with his back against the hood.

In the back seat, a man lay motionless, staring at him with his breath held.

This Nissan van has anti-peep glass, which will not be exposed unless the other party is snooping close to the door.

After 5 minutes, Zhang Li put out his cigarette and walked towards the south gate.

The man sat up, dialed a series of numbers, and informed the other end, "He's gone upstairs."

The middle-aged man who answered the phone was in his early forties, dressed in suits and leather shoes, and his temperament and conversation showed that he was of a decent social status.

Unfortunately, it is an illusion to fool people.

In fact, the man is a three-no man from other places, a bum in the rivers and lakes, who is packaged as an elite, and specializes in catching Zhang Li.

Zhang Li's ability is not small, and he is also quite calm and smart, but the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall, and the master behind the man is even more powerful in the formation of troops.

In the game between the two parties, it would make a world of difference if they were slightly inferior.

After a while, Zhang Li followed the waiter into the box, "Meng Lu, you have been waiting for a long time."

The man shook hands enthusiastically, "Mr. Zhang, are you thirsty all the way? I brewed a pot of top-quality Maojian, quenching thirst first, and then we can talk about business."

Zhang Li sat down opposite and watched the man pour tea for him, "Are you really the second wife's younger brother?"

"Cousin." The man pulled out his business card, "Meng Zhao, just returned to China at the beginning of the year, and runs a law firm in the UK and this city."

Zhang Li checked over and over again to make sure it was correct, Meng Zhao sighed, "Mr. Zhang is very vigilant."

"My situation in the Chen family is complicated, and I am taking risks with outsiders. I have to be vigilant. If I miss, I will not only be expelled from the Chen family, but I may also face a lawsuit." He put away his business card. What about cooperation?"

"My cousin told me personally that Mr. Zhang is deeply trusted by Chen Zheng. Cooperation with you is a form of mutual benefit for both parties."

Zhang Li twirled the cup thoughtfully, "Does the Second Wife not mind if I'm on the ship of the First Wife?"

Meng Zhaoxiang understood it clearly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is that Mr. Zhang?"

"At least the second son thinks so."

"It proves that Mr. Zhang is very good at disguising. The second wife never thinks so. Women pay more attention to details than men." Meng Zhao smiled, "I will call my cousin to avoid Mr. Zhang's uneasiness."

He dialed the landline of Lingyuan International, and soon He Peiyu's voice came, "Azhao."

"Cousin, the elegant teahouse you recommended me is here with Mr. Zhang."

There was silence over there, Zhang Li's expression was cramped, and his eyes lingered over Meng Zhao's mobile phone screen.

After a long silence, "He is a very good man, he has never been married and has no children—"

Meng Zhao interrupted her, "Mr. Zhang misses you very much, cousin."

He Peiyu said, "I know."