After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

Tang Ruanruan was silent all the way.

Xia Qinghuan followed neither far nor near.

After the other party stopped the car, she murmured: "Am I a failure? I have been with Zhao Mingxuan for so many years, and I finally went to a stranger, and Kuang Lang also..."

Although she had no hope, Kuang Lang's every move told her that there could be hope.

But... what is this today?

Xia Qinghuan shook her head, her tone firm: "They are the ones who failed. After Zhao Mingxuan left, he asked for reunion many times. It was his own fault that he lost you."

"Never make it hard for someone else's mistakes, it's not worth it."

While talking, the mixed-race girl got out of the car and walked towards the hotel.

Xia Qinghuan asked the bodyguard to keep an eye on Tang Ruanruan and follow up alone.

After walking through the revolving door and entering the hall, Xia Qinghuan only took one look, her blood turned cold and she froze in place.

The mixed-race woman was not alone, except for her secretary, there were two other people in front of her at this time.

A tall woman of the same mixed race, and...a figure that Xia Qinghuan has been thinking about for a year.

At this moment, she forgot everything about Kuang Lang, finding out her identity, and her best friend's love and hatred.

Only the man's tall and thin back was left in front of her eyes.

Thin.

Not seen for a year, he lost weight.

Xia Qinghuan didn't care about it, and ran wildly onto the man, sticking to his chest to express his missing.

"Sheng Yan, I miss you so much!"

"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

"Do you know that I'm worried about you to death, why are you so thin now? Are you suffering outside?"

"Go, let's go home, let's go home and talk about it."

Not wanting to be watched in public, she felt the wetness of the clothes on the man's chest. She suppressed her excitement, wiped away her tears, and took the man's hand to leave.

An unfamiliar voice sounded behind him, slightly hoarse but gentle.

"Ma'am, do we... know each other? You've got the wrong person."

Xia Qinghuan's eyes were still red, and upon hearing this, her gaze was fixed, she stared at the pair of peach blossom eyes in front of her for a moment, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

"Sheng Yan, this isn't funny at all. I've been waiting for a year. Don't make fun of me, okay?"

The man smiled and looked at her like a stranger: "Sorry, although I don't know who Sheng Yan you are talking about, but I am not. You can call me Steele."

"Impossible! You are Sheng Yan! We have already obtained a marriage certificate, have you forgotten?"

Xia Qinghuan seldom cried, and Sheng Yan was most afraid of her crying. He said that seeing Xia Qinghuan cry would make him bleed.

But at this moment, she couldn't cry herself. The man in front of her was still indifferent, with concern in his eyes, but he was just a gentle gentleman, and his concern for strangers was very shallow.

In the past, Xia Qinghuan was most afraid that Sheng Yan would not come back in an accident, but she never thought that Sheng Yan who came back would not recognize her.

Amnesia?

How could such a bloody thing happen to her?

The tall slender mixed-race woman came over, tore the man's hand from Xia Qinghuan's, embraced his arm, and leaned against him in a mistress-like gesture.

"This is my fiancé, not your husband. If you want a man, go find him. Don't misidentify him on the road."

Steele also added: "Although I am Chinese, I have been living abroad. This is the first time I have returned to China. You must have made a mistake."

"The Sheng Yan you mentioned looks a lot like me? Are there any obvious features?"

Xia Qinghuan is face-blind, so she doesn't know if she looks like her, but she knows a little bit.

"Sheng Yan has a cinnabar mole under the tail of his right eye, right here..."

She pointed her finger down along the end of Steele's eyes, but she froze in mid-air, her fingers were stiff, poking and rubbing hard like the position in her memory.

"Where's your mole? Is it hidden by makeup? Or did you remove the mole?"

She was too anxious before, and hadn't seen Sheng Yan for a long time. She was only looking greedily into the other's eyes, and didn't notice that there was no cinnabar mole under the tail of the other's right eye.

She rubbed vigorously until the corners of the man's eyes became red, but the mole still didn't come out.

Tears welled up in Xia Qinghuan's eyes.

"Impossible, why not? You are obviously Sheng Yan, I can't admit my mistake."

The voice changed, the cinnabar mole disappeared, and the whole person lost weight.

But the height will not change, the posture will not change, the standing posture and some habitual small movements will not change.

The contact time was not long, but some of the reactions she saw from the other party were indeed what she remembered.

The tall slender girl snorted coldly: "Without any proof, you want to win a man for nothing with just a few words. Your idea is too good."

Being forced to a certain extent, Xia Qinghuan wiped away tears fiercely.

"Who says I have no evidence? I have photos and videos of us together."

She dug out the group photos and videos archived in her phone and showed Steele.

The more Steel looked, the weirder his expression became. After watching, he handed the phone to Xia Qinghuan.

"Ma'am, I admit that your husband and I look eight points alike, but we are obviously not the same person."

"Eighth image?" Xia Qinghuan's head was buzzing, "What is an eighth image? It should be exactly the same."

Even if a cinnabar mole is missing, Sheng Yan is still Sheng Yan, how could his face change?

She was terrified.

However, the tall slender girl contacted the manager of the lobby, and the manager brought her security to expel her.

She didn't care about anything else, and grabbed a bystander and showed him a group photo, Bisteyle's face.

"Apart from that cinnabar mole, do they both look exactly the same?"

The onlookers were hesitant to speak: "There are seven or eight parts of the image, and the five senses here are more three-dimensional."

Even passers-by say so...

Xia Qinghuan didn't believe it, and ran all the way back to the car before the security guards arrived.

Tang Ruanruan looked at her red eyes, at a loss: "What happened in the hotel, you were bullied?"

Xia Qinghuan held her wrist tightly: "I saw Sheng Yan!"

Before Tang Ruanruan was surprised, she made a long story short.

"But he doesn't seem to know me. He said his name is Steele, and he has a fiancée, and the mole at the end of his eye is gone."

"The most important thing is... I showed other people our photos, and they all said that Steele is not Sheng Yan."

Tang Ruanruan was about to be dizzy: "Did you admit the wrong person?"

"Impossible! I'm not mistaken." Xia Qinghuan's tear ducts seem to be very rich after seeing Steele. She is obviously not a person who likes to cry, but at this moment her eyes are wet again. "Help me, go in and recognize someone , now you are the only one around who has seen Sheng Yan."

Tang Ruanruan said without hesitation: "Okay!"

The two handed over the child to the bodyguards and entered the hotel.

At the entrance of the hotel, the manager brought security guards to stop them.

"Stop! Still want to make trouble?"