The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Before going to Beijing, Qinglong Group had many things that He Chongtian needed to handle personally.

In the evening, Xuan Guo peeled lychees and ate them. The agarwood smelled the sweet smell of lychees, and he searched the capital on the Internet.

The changes have been huge. Except for some ancient buildings that have been transformed into tourist attractions, there is no trace of their original appearance.

On a whim, she searched for "Fuman Cake Shop" without any hope.

I never thought it would happen, but it turned out that Fuman Cake Shop was open for business at No. 28 Gulou Street.

Time has passed and Chen Xiangyin cannot recognize the street names crisscrossed on the map. It is no longer the same as before.

The introduction of Fuman Cake Shop says that Fuman Cake Shop was founded in the 15th year of Guangxu’s reign in the Qing Dynasty and is a century-old shop.

I think at that time, Fuman Cake Shop was so new and popular that it suddenly became a century-old antique.

Chen Xiangyin was still a little excited in her heart, as if she had discovered her favorite smell in childhood, so she immediately took a screenshot and sent it to He Chongtian.

[Xiaohong: This store is still open! I used to like it very much, but I don’t know if the taste has changed. 】

Crane shot back to the sky almost instantly.

[He: Let’s go try it. 】

At the same time, in the executive meeting room, a circle of people sat around the long table. They were surprised that He Chongtian could cut off his words directly from the middle.

He just said: "The revenue generated in the next quarter will be higher than -" Then he stopped talking and lowered his head to reply to the message.

It seems that we are chatting back and forth.

The conference room was quiet except for the cheerful and clear typing sounds of He Chongtian on his mobile phone.

No one dared to interrupt or question.

This time He Chongtian came back as a changed person, his previous sullenness and irritability disappeared.

Previously, many people had thought about leaving their jobs or rebelling, and they were afraid that the crane would bring bad luck to the whole family, so they could only follow him to make money cautiously. Now that it has become like this, it is a good thing...

[He: Do you miss me? 】

[Xiaohong: Are you still coming today? 】

[He: Well, I’ll take you to see my mother tomorrow. It’s a long way. I have to leave early tomorrow morning. I won’t go back at night. It’s convenient. 】

[Xiao Hong: Come on, you will only be delayed for ten minutes if you go back to live in Banshan. 】

[He: Oh, let me tell you straight, I want to see you. 】

With more than a dozen people watching, He Tongtian raised a bewildered smile on his lips, locked the screen of his phone, and continued seamlessly: "The revenue generated in the next quarter will increase by more than 8% compared to the previous quarter..."

……

Chen Xiangyin also locked his cell phone and was smiling inexplicably when Shen Ji Tailor came to visit.

"Officer Zhai?" Chen Xiang was surprised, his hands still hanging on the hair band above his head.

Zhai Xinhou grinned almost to his ears and laughed exaggeratedly: "Miss Shen! When you called me, I couldn't believe you were still alive!"

He soared into the sky to salvage the Qingluo River, destroying the river bed, affecting the environment, and going to war every day, causing him trouble. Zhai Xinhou's head hurts just thinking about it now.

Chen Xiangyin agreed and blinked, "Then why are you here...?"

Zhai Xinhou glanced at the mysterious fruit before his eyes, "Can I take a step to talk?"

Xuan Guo spit out a lychee core, passed Zhai Xinhou's hand, collapsed outside the door, and went upstairs with a proud look on his face.

Zhai Xinhou didn't take it seriously and sat in front of Chen Xiangyin, "Miss Shen, actually, we have met before."

Chen Xiangyin smiled in confusion and said: "Nonsense..."

Zhai Xinhou moved forward, got closer to Chen Xiangyin, and lowered his voice, "We met in 1995."

Chen Xiangyin's smile was stiff and her eyes scrutinized him: "Speak clearly."

"When I was eight years old, my sister and I got lost in the mountains during an outing. A crazy woman tried to abduct our brother and sister. A woman wearing a red cheongsam rescued me, but not my sister. So Miss Shen, The first time I saw you on the street of Biluo Ancient Town, I felt familiar. Later I asked you a few questions, and your answers were exactly the same as those of the woman who saved me. "

Chen Xiangyin didn't remember this, "How could it be me? After so many years, the person you met must be in his fifties or sixties. There are many similar people in the world."

"I thought so at first, but you guys are so much alike... When I knew you didn't die after jumping into the Qingluo River, I confirmed my guess."

Chen Xiang raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "I recognized the wrong person."

Zhai Xinhou was a little excited: "Back then, that crazy woman obviously knew you. I don't know if my sister is still alive. I have been looking for her for so many years and there is no clue at all. Can you tell me what you know?"

Chen Xiangyin glanced at the clock on the wall. He Chongtian was about to come back, "I am not the person you are looking for. Even if I am, I don't remember this matter. I have no impression. I don't remember saving you at all."

When Chen Xiangyin said this, he looked into Zhai Xinhou's eyes. He lowered his eyes for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Shen... I'm a little emotional..."

Chen Xiangyin shook his head, saying it was okay, but felt weird.

What Zhai Xinhou said may be true. She has many memories that are completely disconnected.

Maybe she really saved him, but she couldn't remember it, let alone who the crazy woman he mentioned was.

"Why do you say a crazy woman robbed your sister?" Chen Xiang asked.

"She...she didn't wear a shirt, and she had horrible tattoos on her back and front...she was crazy."

Agarwood felt evil, "Scary pattern? What does it look like?"

"I can't understand it. It looks like countless small snakes crawling, and it looks like characters. It looks hairy, black... and has a half-open eye."

Agarwood caused a sudden pain in the brain as if struck by lightning. There was a buzzing, tinnitus and heart palpitations.

"Are you okay?" Zhai Xinhou helped Chen Xiangyin, who almost fell from the chair to the ground. He was even more convinced that she had definitely seen that crazy woman, otherwise she would not have such a big reaction.

He didn't believe it at first, but there were so many appearances and evidence in front of him that he had to doubt that his sister's abduction that year was related to supernatural events.

So there is no corpse, so no such person has been found...

Agarwood is his only clue to find his sister.

"Miss Shen..." Zhai Xinhou squatted on the ground, looking up at Chen Xiangyin sincerely, holding his hand on the armrest of the chair, "My sister...may still be alive."

Chen Xiangyin lowered her eyes to look at him. Zhai Xinhou's eyes were moist and his expression was melancholy as never before.

"You really got the wrong person."

There was no need for her to admit it because she really didn't remember.

Admitting it is equivalent to admitting that he is immortal, but it cannot help him in the slightest.

Seeing the disappointed expression on Zhai Xinhou's face, Chen Xiang put the tip of her index finger on her forehead, "But I may have other ways to help you find your sister."

"What method?!" Zhai Xinhou was excited, squatting and leaning forward a little more.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-" The loud knocking on the door was so violent that Chen Xiang was frightened.

The door of Shen Ji Tailoring Co., Ltd. was obviously wide open. He Chongtian stepped into the threshold with striding steps and said in a casual tone, "Officer Zhai, are you kneeling down for my wife?"

Chen Xiangyin's expression immediately switched to a calm and destructive eyes closed.

Aged vinegar turns into essence, and the grass and trees are all soldiers. It is said that the cranes are soaring into the sky. It is really not the right time to come back.