With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

After all these years, Mr. Situ could still find some clues at the beginning, but as time went by, it became increasingly difficult to find new clues.

but.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Do you have any clues about the child?"

According to her, that child is still alive.

Song Yu shook his head: "I have been looking for him too. I hope I can get some clues this time!"

She has clues. In her mind, as long as she can recover her memory, she is absolutely sure to find him, no matter where he is hiding in the ends of the earth.

Mr. Situ let out another sigh of disappointment and said, "In the future, if I find any clues, I will notify you immediately. I also hope that if you have the whereabouts of the child, you can tell me."

Song Yu listened to what he said and said: "Grandpa Situ, in fact, he has an extreme personality and is very vindictive. You can start investigating from this point."

We are all smart people, we just need a little reminder.

Mr. Situ had never seen the child before, so he felt that her suggestion was reasonable. He nodded: "I will have someone investigate it carefully."

After the little sister left, she disappeared.

He has been deceiving himself and insisting that she is still alive in this world as before. If she is alive and dead, she is still alive.

But today, after seeing the damaged family crest and listening to Song Yu's words, he was certain that she was no longer alive. Otherwise, she would not have let her son fall into such a desperate situation.

And if that child was blamed for her mother's death on him and the Situ family, and her temper was extreme, she would definitely find a way to seek revenge on them.

The conversation about Situ Jing ends here.

Before Song Yu and Fu Hanyu left, all the information about the East Street construction project was also sent over.

At that time, the newly built East Street was a huge project. A truckload of materials, all original at that time, followed their car to their residence.

The three of them didn't waste any time and began to look through the information seriously.

This look brought me to the next morning.

Only when Lu Ci's message came through did they come back to their senses from their work.

Song Yu answered the phone, rubbed his sore temples, and asked, "What's wrong?"

She'd stayed up all night, fatigue evident in her voice.

Lu Ci asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Song Yu smiled naturally, as if chatting with a good friend, with a bit of complaint: "No, I was looking for something, I stayed up late."

After this period of recovery, she felt that his voice sounded more and more like Lu Ci, especially listening to it on the phone. It made her feel very relaxed.

Lu Ci asked again: "Have you eaten?"

Song Yu yawned, leaned back on the chair, stretched out his arms, and caught a ray of sunlight coming in from the window. He really felt a little hungry and said, "I'll go down and eat right away."

The breakfast buffet in this hotel is quite delicious.

"Then go and eat quickly, take a nap after eating, and then work again when you are refreshed." Lu Ci urged her, nagging: "It's not like you can finish things in one night, your health is the most important thing."

Song Yu couldn't hold back, raised the corners of his lips, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, everything you said is right."

Xie Li on the side, it was really the first time that she had such a kind attitude towards other people in the hidden sect except for their brothers and sisters and Fu Hanyu, her eyes widened, and she touched him with her arm, looking like a She looked like she had seen a ghost: "Who is she talking to?"

He was so loud and angry, and he smiled so happily.

Fu Hanyu put down the information in his hand and said, "Lu Ci."

Xie Li: "That Ninth Master of the Lu family?"

Fu Hanyu nodded, with a flash of obvious disgust in his eyes, and said: "She has a very good friend outside who has helped her a lot along the way, also named Lu Ci."

Otherwise, how could he allow one or two Lu Ci to wander around in front of her, acting wantonly!

Xie Li looked thoughtful, irritating him and lowering his voice: "It's just that the same name and the same surname are worthy of her good temper. It seems that this Lu Ci has a very high status in his heart!"

Fu Hanyu glanced at him coldly.

If he doesn't speak, no one will think of him as mute!

Xie Li shrugged boringly, put his hands behind his head, lay down on the chair, and said, "I'm hungry, you go order breakfast, I want to eat steamed buns, deep-fried dough sticks, and tofu."

Fu Hanyu not only ignored him, he didn't even bother to look at him.

Song Yu didn't know about the undercurrent between the two of them. When he heard about the food, he raised his hand and said, "Husband, I want to be like the fifth brother."

Fu Hanyu:......

Xie Li raised his eyebrows proudly at him, smiled so hard that he couldn't bear to be beaten, and urged him: "Hurry up and queue up. If you are late, the office workers will have to form a team to buy breakfast. The steamed buns from Li Ji's are limited. No more, Chen’s tofu puffs were sold out at seven o’clock.”

Song Yu seemed to have a little tangle in his heart. Seeing him lift his feet to leave, he quickly jumped off the chair and ran after him: "Husband, I'll go with you. The breakfast won't taste good if you bring it back and cover it. .”

Xie Li, who asked you to bring breakfast back, felt numb for a moment. He didn't know whether to catch up with him or wait for them to bring it back at home.

At last.

His eyes closed.

He was dying of exhaustion.

It’s better to wait for feeding at home!

After Song Yu got on the elevator, he hung up the call with Lu Ci.

When Mr. Lu took the phone from Lu Ci's hand, he saw it clearly.

There was a red mole on the newly grown fair skin on his scaphoid.

The mole, the size of a sesame seed, took advantage of his snow-white and delicate skin to become as red as blood, gorgeous and beautiful.

Lu Yan, who came in with the medicine, also glanced at the red mole. His quiet and deep pupils suddenly shrank, and then quickly returned to normal.

But when Mr. Lu heard his footsteps, he blocked Lu Ci's mole and said with a smile: "Old Jiu, the call has been made too. Stop making trouble and drink the medicine. Ayan will get it for you." It’s been heated three times.”

His Lao Jiu has no moles on his hands.

This kind of mole will not grow out for no reason, unless there is such a mole there.

His hand was the least severely burned part of the body. The pigmented tissue of the mole was not destroyed. After the skin recovered, it grew back.

"Dad, I understand." Lu Ci was very obedient. He gave him a flattering smile and shouted, "Ayan."

Lu Yan handed him the medicine as usual, looked at him and warned: "Uncle Jiu, drink slowly, be careful not to burn it."

Is he Uncle Jiu?

If he is not, then where is his ninth uncle now?