Hearing Yun Sang's suspicious voice, Su Wanting also said, "It looks very much like a locust flower, right?"

She said, hugging her arms and gazing, "I also wondered why he had tattooed a locust tree and a locust flower on his body. Could this be a particularly auspicious meaning?"

Cheng Che also stared at the painting and looked at it. It really looked like a locust flower.

Yun Sang looked at the two of them calmly and said, "At first glance, this does look like a locust flower, but this should not be a locust flower."

"no?"

Su Wanting stared at the flowers she drew for a moment, frowned and said, "What else can it be?"

"Wirani Flower," Yunsang took the drawing paper, looked carefully for a moment and said: "If it weren't for the fact that I had been making fragrances all year round and had a little knowledge of various plants, their fragrance and language, I might have thought that this was a locust flower.

But the flower language of locust flowers is to escape from the world, and the beautiful spring love is full of people's yearning for pure and beautiful love.

The flower language of wisteria flowers is born for love and die for love, and it expresses a kind of persistent and addicted love."

Cheng Che made sense of Li Yunsang's words, but in fact, he knew nothing about plants, so he couldn't understand Yunsang's words, so he asked, "Sangsang, in my understanding, these are all love. Is there any difference?"

Yunsang looked at Cheng Che and nodded and said, "Yes, there is a legend about the flower language of wisteria. According to legend, there is a couple who love each other. Because their love cannot receive blessings from their relatives, they made an appointment to jump off the cliff to commit suicide together.

The old man was moved by this love, so he turned the man into a tree, and the woman into a wisteria, and he lived around the tree. The flowers bloomed like a fallen flower, so the wisteria was born for love and died without love."

When Su Wanting heard this, she couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to in this flower."

Yunsang looked at her and nodded, saying, "I think, if my guess is correct, Ye Hui should know very well about flower language or plants, and he should... have a woman he loves deeply."

When Su Wanting heard this, a cold and ruthless look flashed across her face: "Ye Xianluo used to like playing with flowers and plants. When she was in school, she told me that she wanted to open a flower shop when she grew up, and said that she would definitely be very happy to deal with flowers and plants in the flower shop every day."

Yun Sang asked in confusion: "But when Ye Xian was dead, Ye Hui was still so young. Will such a young child have such deep memories of his mother's hobbies?"

Su Wanting shook her head: "Normal, it shouldn't be possible. After all, if you think about it carefully now, you can't remember what happened when you were a child."

Cheng Che said with a calm expression: "But what if the people who raised him later were very familiar with his mother and had instilled everything about his mother in him?"

Yun Sang nodded calmly, indeed.

This is the most important thing.

Who raised Ye Hui later?

Han Tengyi or Yang Wenqing?

Su Wanting said in a deep voice: "I may not be able to help you two in this matter."

Yunsang put away the paper and his eyes fell on Cheng Che.

Cheng Che immediately understood what Yunsang meant. He knew that Su Wanting probably could not provide any more useful clues here.

He said to Yunsang: "Sangsang, we have been bothering Mrs. An for so long, and it's time to go back. You go outside and wait for me first. I'll talk to Mrs. An alone."

Yun Sang responded and nodded to Su Wanting: "Madam An, I really thank you today. Then I will leave first. I hope everything goes well in the future."

"Okay, thank you."

After Yunsang left the villa, he walked to the roadside not far away.

In the villa, when he saw Yunsang walking far away, Cheng Che looked at Su Wanting and whispered in a solemn look: "Along the way I set out here, I found something wrong. I think it is still necessary to remind Mrs. An... "
Chapter completed!