Sister Sanyi was slightly stunned.

The young man holding the little dumpling of Xueyu is so beautiful!

It is the kind of manly spirit with a bookish atmosphere, and it is a bit solemn when you carefully savor. When you look at people, you will be a man with a story at first glance.

She couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Unexpectedly, the little Xueyu Tuanzi, who was obviously holding the young man's neck and trying hard to act cute, noticed it.

He suddenly turned his head and smiled at Sister Sanyi, saying, "Miss, are you peeking at my Uncle Xiaoze? Let me tell you, he is still a single dog!"

"Asui, you are only three years old. Do you deserve a little too early to be beaten?" The young man was not angry either and patted the child on the back.

The little dumpling said with confidence: "I just grew up from terrible     two, it's natural to have a bit of a beating."

The young man was amused by him and pinched his little face, "You can really talk nonsense. Your father has reached an agreement with your mom and your grandfather, and your good days are almost over."

Yuxue Xiaotuanzi, who was still afraid of the world just now, was suddenly stunned.

Just like a villain transformed from snow is about to return to the ice sculpture state, even strangers feel distressed when they see it.

Sister Sanyi has never liked children, and she doesn’t care about even the cuteest children.

But this time, she was attracted by the child at a glance, and even a strange feeling called "motherhood" arises from her heart.

Because she actually wanted to hold the frightened child in her arms and persuade her to coax her.

This perception made her chill and she moved quietly to the side.

But the next second, the child became arrogant again and said with a smile: "Uncle Xiaoze, please send me to find my uncle... My uncle is so kind to me. I don't want my father anymore, I want my uncle to be my father!"

The young man who looked like he was indifferent just now suddenly embarrassed. He hurriedly covered the child's mouth, looked around like a thief, and lowered his voice and said, "Asui, if you continue to make trouble, even if your uncle comes in person, he can't save you!"

The child named "Asui" pouted his mouth, which was so cute that it was unremarkable.

He finally managed to get off the young man, took his hand and walked into the Chanel flagship store, and said, "Uncle Ozawa, I have picked a new small bag for my mother, you can pay!"

Sister Sanyi: "…”

Ye Linze: “…”

After a while, the two of them came to their senses.

Sister Sanyi sighed and said, "I don't know what kind of parents can give birth to such a weird and beautiful child."

After saying that, he looked at Ye Linze again, tilted his head, and smiled and said, "No wonder you suspect that you are not your parents' biological son..."

Although Ye Linze also understood it. He looked at Sister Sanyi deeply, quickly looked away and said, "Why not go in and take a look."

Is this a luxury store or a flagship store? Ye Linze looked at the price tags and took out his full net worth, which was only enough to buy a key chain.

Multiply by ten to buy a set of clothes.

This is really not a shop like him.

However, the address of this store was clearly the address written on his mother's household registration transfer certificate more than 20 years ago.

Of course, he also understood that more than 20 years have been enough to change the world and change the world.

With his hands in his pockets, he followed Sister Sanyi, walking and watching.

The last new small backpack that Sister Sanyi liked was actually the same color as the three-year-old little dumpling just now.

The manager in Chanel flagship store was in a dilemma and said with a smile: "Two, is our bag newly released this year or a limited edition model? There is only one color for each color. Why not choose one color for each?"

Before Sister Sanyi said anything, the little dumpling had already curled her lips and spread her hands like an adult and said, "It's not scary to wear the same clothes, whoever is ugly is embarrassed. This young lady, although you are also very beautiful, you are not suitable for bags like this color. If you run into my mother, you will be embarrassed and ugly..."

Sister Sanyi was a little regretful, but when she heard the child speak, she deliberately teased him: "Then what kind of bag do you think I will look good in which color of bag I carry?"

The little dumpling became interested. Her black eyes rolled around the store, and suddenly pointed to an apricot-colored bag in the corner of the display cabinet and said, "Miss, I think that bag is particularly good for you!"

Sister Sanyi turned her head and looked at her. She saw that she was a bag that was not eye-catching at first, but the more she looked at her, the more she tasted, and it was very suitable for her usual low-key but stylish dressing style.

Moreover, her skin color is not particularly white, which is very contrasting with the apricot color, which makes her gorgeous and somewhat ostentatious facial features add a lot of gentle charm.

It will definitely attract the attention of elite men...

Sister Sanyi thought, walked over unknowingly and said to the shopping guide in the store: "Can you let me see that bag?"

The shopping guide was surprised. The bag was already an old style and couldn't be sold. It was almost recycled...

In order to get Sister Sanyi to really buy this bag, the shopping guide kept praising the many advantages of this bag, and her last sentence was the key point, so Sister Sanyi happily decided to take it.

Because the shopping guide said at the end: "If you want, I will give you 20% off."

The authentic bags in Chanel flagship store are 25% off. If you don’t win them, you will be sorry for the motherland, sorry for the people!

"Okay, I want it." Sister Sanyi took out her credit card to pay the bill.

Ye Linze saw it next to him, his eyes dimmed.

Even if he works, he will probably have to pay one year's salary to not eat or drink.

He and Sister Sanyi are indeed not from the same world.

Ye Linze took a step back calmly, walked aside, and talked to another idle shopping guide.

The shopping guide he chose was relatively young and his eyes were not poisonous enough. He could not see whether a man was rich by his clothes and temperament.

Therefore, when Ye Linze spoke to her with a smile on his face, she soon knew that everything would be said.

"...You asked how long has our store been here?" The shopping guide thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and checked the information, and said, "Our store is the first batch to enter City C. It just celebrated its 20th anniversary last year."

"...Twenty years have passed? Then what place was here before? Can you find out?" Ye Linze frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

"Then I don't know." The shopping guide shook his head regretfully, "But you can go to the street office here to ask, they are in charge of this area."

Ye Linze sighed, turned around and walked to the door, looking at the pedestrians on the street outside, each of which was bright and beautiful. Any street shot was like a supermodel walking on a runway.

Almost all the beauties in City C are concentrated on this street.

He looked up at Chanel's famous double C trademark, and could not be associated with the rustic address on the Y-city household registration management information.

Did Wen Yinuo calculate it wrong, or did he think too much?

Or in fact, the family named Su has nothing to do with him.

He just had a brief daydream.

At that moment, Ye Linze's eyes turned red.

From extreme hope to extreme disappointment, there is only one distance between day and night.

This kind of emotional ups and downs can best hit people.

Ye Linze clenched his hands tightly in his pocket, and he wanted to beat the door frame beside him.

At this moment, the little dumpling's voice rang in his ear again: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Linze lowered his head and saw the little dumpling looking up at him.

He stood too close, his head was tilted harder, and his round little body seemed to be about to stumble to the sky and fall to the ground...

Ye Linze subconsciously bent down, helped him, and said lightly: "I'm fine, please walk carefully."

Sister Sanyi came over and carried the new bag I just bought and was in a very good mood.

Seeing that the little dumpling looked familiar to Ye Linze again, he laughed and said, "Your name is A Sui? Where is your Uncle Xiaoze?"

Xiao Tuanzi smiled sly at her, and did not answer, but waved at her: "Miss, you look so good with this bag!"

Sister Sanyi raised her eyebrows proudly, "It's Xiao Asui who has a good vision and has helped me pick a good bag."

The young man who was on the phone there looked like lightning and looked over.

The little dumpling rushes back to the store.

Sister Sanyi asked Ye Linze softly: "What should I do? What else do you want to find?"

"I want to go to the street office here tomorrow to ask. More than 20 years ago, the address here was clearly the address where my mother moved out, so why did it become a store?"

Ye Linze also knew that even if he asked the street office, he might not have any clues in the end.

On Friday, he could still grab the last straw.

And now, he is already performing his own mourning ceremony.

He began to feel that he might never find the truth about his life experience.

Sister Sanyi stood by his side silently, and did not urge him.

Suddenly the young man came over with a little Tuanzi in his arms and said lightly: "It's almost dark outside, and even if someone in the street office has already gotten off work."

He continued: "On weekends, the street offices usually only have people on duty. They will not receive external receptions if they are not major events."

It seems that what they both said just now was heard by this young man and the little dumpling.

The little dumpling lies on the young man's shoulder, looked at Ye Linze, and asked curiously: "Why can't this place be turned into a store?"

Ye Linze's good temper explained: "Because this was a residential area before."

Xiaotuanzi said in a silence: "I know, residential areas are for residents. If the residential areas are sold, they can build commercial areas... My mother and others often hold meetings to discuss voting... They call it, National Planning!"

Ye Linze: “…”
To be continued...