Song Qingyu seemed to be thinking about something.

Chi Moyan was afraid that she would reveal her true identity, so he had to pull her forward.

Such an "intimate" action.

The receptionist blushed and his heart beat faster when he saw this.

It is said that Chi Moyan and Song Qingyu have a good relationship, and it seems that this is not groundless.

I walked inside for another ten minutes.

"Master Gan, Mr. Chi is here."

Just mention Chi Moyan.

Don't mention her.

Song Qingyu could guess with her toes who Gan Leng wanted to climb up to.

But she doesn't mind.

All she wanted was the truth.

Gan Leng personally asked them to sit down and had someone pour them some water.

"Are you feeling better? Actually, there's no rush to come over. I don't have much to do here every day anyway."

Gan Leng asked Song Qingyu with a pleasant expression.

Song Qingyu: "Thank you Master Gan for your concern. I am almost well now."

"You don't have to call me Master Gan. Your mother is my junior sister. You can just call me uncle."

uncle?

Song Qingyu almost laughed out loud.

He really dares to flatter himself.

"uncle."

I feel reluctant.

Song Qingyu still shouted.

A smug smile appeared on Gan Leng's lips, but it was quickly suppressed.

He sighed heavily: "If your mother were here, she would definitely be very happy to see you like this. Who knows if she would be upset. Sigh... Never mind, let's not talk about it."

"Uncle Gan means that my mother's car accident was an accident?"

Song Qingyu's fingers suddenly tightened.

Very good.

Why would he say such a thing.

He also said that it was his mother who was unable to get over it.

"You do not know?"

Gan Leng looked very surprised.

"Your mother and I are the closest among all the brothers and sisters. Two months before the accident, your mother suffered from depression... I have been with her all the time, and I thought she would get better, but I didn't expect..."

As if he was afraid that Song Qingyu wouldn't believe it.

Gan Leng opened the drawer again and took out some yellowed documents.

"These are the medical certificates I received when I accompanied your mother to see the doctor. Take a look."

Song Qingyu's palms were wet.

He took the certificates and looked at them one by one.

really.

Just like what Gan Leng said.

This is indeed my mother’s diagnosis!

"Uncle Gan, can you give me this?"

Song Qingyu's nose felt sore and tears fell on the back of her hand.

finally.

Gan Leng agreed and she took the certificate away.

Before leaving, she comforted her: "I am very happy to see you like this. Since you call me uncle, please come and sit with me when you have nothing to do in the future."

"I see."

Leave Gan Leng's house.

Song Qingyu sat in the car, still holding the medical records tightly in her hands. "Do you really believe what he said?"

long time.

Chi Moyan, who had been silent for a long time, finally expressed his opinion.

"Five points."

Song Qingyu raised the back of his hand and wiped his eyes.

"Was I crying very hard just now?"

She asked seriously.

Chi Moyan was stunned for a long while, and then said with a half-smile: "You are really good at acting."

He just said.

How could Gan Leng deceive Song Qingyu with just a few words?

This would be a waste of all the ideological work he had done for her.

"He's an old fox. He must have guessed that I had other intentions when I suddenly approached him. Why not let him know my intentions and then make him believe that I believed him? Wouldn't it be more convenient for me to investigate the truth this way?"

"..."

have to say.

This time, Chi Moyan was also convinced by Song Qingyu's ideas.

"What if what Gan Leng said is true?"

Chi Moyan asked.

"impossible."

Song Qingyu denied his question without even thinking about it.

"My mom loves me and my dad very much."

She loves this home so much.

How could she take away her husband and her own life in such a cruel way, leaving her beloved daughter an orphan?

Chi Moyan was speechless.

He started the car silently and sent Song Qingyu home.

Wait until she gets off the bus.

He drove away.

Song Qingyu was just about to enter the residential area.

"Hey."

A voice came from behind.

Song Qingyu turned around.

The weird girl that all the teachers talked about was standing at the corner, glaring at her.

That look.

It was as if she owed her a million or eight hundred thousand.

"What's wrong, Miss Yang Youyou?"

Since she heard those teachers talking last time, she also began to know her name.

Yang Youyou.

He is of Chinese descent from Country M, a wealthy man with a surly personality.

I also like to ask some tricky and weird questions in class.

the most important is.

I know nothing about painting.

She even doubted it.

Yang Youyou learned to paint simply to target her.

"I'm hungry."

Yang Youyou pouted and held her words in for a long time before finally uttering these words.

Song Qingyu: "...There is food in the cafeteria."

"I'm not used to it, I don't like it."

Yang Youyou is not justified but is still confident.

Song Qingyu: "...You don't want to go to my house for dinner?"

"I am your student and you are my teacher. What's wrong with inviting me to your house for dinner?"

The main point is taken for granted.

Song Qingyu was speechless.

I don’t know why, but Yang Youyou is so willful.

Maybe it's because she's cute that she doesn't hate her at all?

"alright."

She was probably brainwashed by her.

I actually think it makes some sense.

"Let me make it clear to you first, my cooking is terrible."

She gave her a vaccination in advance.

Unexpectedly, Yang Youyou didn't care at all and followed her into the community carefree.

"Didn't your parents tell you not to follow a stranger home? Even if that person is a woman?"

Song Qingyu was amused by her appearance.

The public security in Country M is not good.

I don't know how she lived to this age.

"Do you think I'm the same as you? I didn't say anything when I was scolded online?"

Yang Youyou raised her chin proudly and patted her chest which had not yet developed significantly.

"I am Taekwondo, Judo, Tai Chi, all-around. Oh, by the way, I also have this——"

She touched her pocket and saw a flash of silver.

Song Qingyu broke out in a cold sweat.

have to.

This is an ancestor.

"What do you want to eat? I only have noodles and eggs at home."

She was hospitalized for several days.

There was no time to add the ingredients at home.

Yang Youyou sat down and said like a big shot: "Whatever."

Anyway, this woman made something.

It must be unpalatable!

"Then wait a moment."

Song Qingyu tied her hair up, put on an apron, and started busying herself in the kitchen.

Yang Youyou stood up and wandered around the living room, looking at the paintings on the wall.

Humph.

So narcissistic.

They were all painted by herself, and are not as valuable as any of the paintings in her house!

"Why aren't you with your brother?"

Song Qingyu was busy in the kitchen.

I suddenly heard Yang Youyou's question.

It startled her.

This Yang Youyou...could she be Shen Shian's suitor?

After seeing the news online, he resolutely ran to Kyoto University to cause trouble for her?

Think of this.

Song Qingyu was overwhelmed.

"Why are you asking this? Do you know Shen Shian?"

She asked cautiously.

"I don't know him, I'm not interested."

Yang Youyou shook her head in a mature manner, "He is too boring."

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