At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Liu Fengyan opened the door and saw Zhou Yanchen outside the door, covered in dust.

"Why are you here so late?"

"Worry about her, where is she?"

"I'm asleep in the room."

Liu Fengyan took Zhou Yanchen to the door of the room and whispered: "I haven't eaten at night, I've cried for a long time."

"Is that true?"

Zhou Yanchen asked tiredly.

Liu Fengyan looked at him and nodded.

Closed his eyes, Zhou Yanchen reached out and pushed open the door.

Liu Fengyan turned around and went back to her room. When Mo Xiyu saw her coming in, she asked, "Is my brother-in-law here?"

"Um."

"Have my sister and brother-in-law quarreled?"

"No, stop asking, go to bed."

"Oh, okay."

A small lamp was on the head of the bed, Mo Xiran's eyes were red and swollen, and she was frowning in her sleep.

Zhou Yanchen gently kissed her forehead, lifted the quilt and looked at her ankles.

"Achen."

After waking up slowly, Mo Xiran saw a silhouette in a daze and shouted.

"Well, it's me." Zhou Yanchen held her finger and kissed her lips, "Go to sleep."

"Well, Achen, I am my father's daughter, I am." She muttered, closing her eyes.

Walking her hair, Zhou Yanchen felt extremely distressed.

...

One week.

The cooperation between Zhou and Ts continued to be extended. Jiang Jingtao wanted to meet Mo Xiran several times, but Zhou Yanchen ruthlessly refused.

"She doesn't want to see you."

Just a simple sentence, it is isolated from all Jiang Jingtao's expectations.

He didn't expect that it would bring such deep harm and repulsion to Mo Xiran.

However, for more than 30 years of absence, what qualifications does he have to say that he is Mo Xiran's father?

He gave her life, but that's all.

But what he didn't expect was that in a week, he would receive a call from Mo Xiran and take the initiative to make an appointment.

He rushed to the agreed location excitedly, and Mo Xiran had already arrived first.

JC drove him over and was waiting in the car outside.

Pushing open the car door and getting out of the car, he lit a cigarette with his head against the car.

Looking inside, Mo Xiran sat by the window, his face a little pale and a little transparent.

Swallowing and spitting out smoke rings, he admitted what Jinmian said, and he pity Mo Xiran.

Pity her for everything she is about to bear.

"Xixi." Jiang Jingtao sat down and asked immediately: "How are your feet? Are you okay?"

Mo Xiran didn't speak, his expression was cold, or even cold.

Jiang Jingtao sighed in disappointment, and the waiter came over to deliver two cups of coffee.

Mo Xiran took a sip and whispered, "What evidence do you have? Proof."

"I have it!" Jiang Jingtao said, taking out his wallet from his pocket and showing her photos of himself and Feng Yingxue.

Mo Xiran took the photo, his fingertips trembled, and the photo almost fell off.

It's really a mother.

A young mother.

Those eyebrows, those expressions, those trust and intimacy that snuggle up.

It can be seen from countless details that she and the young man in the photo are in love.

"This can't prove anything." He returned the photo to Jiang Jingtao, and Mo Xiran gritted his teeth: "Even if my mother and you and you had a relationship with you, it cannot prove that I am you... Can't!"

"Xixi! We can do paternity tests!" Jiang Jingtao said loudly.

He didn't want to, but he didn't expect Mo Xiran to be so stubborn and just didn't want to admit it.

"I won't do it!" Mo Xiran told him firmly, and said coldly, saying word by word: "I tell you, I only have one father! His name is Mo Jingguo! Although he left me, I will always recognize him as one father!"

Standing up, she quickly walked out of the cafe.

Jiang Jingtao stood in the seat and hugged his head with both hands.

jc extinguished the cigarette stick and met up to stop Mo Xiran who rushed out.

Mo Xiran was angry. Seeing him was like seeing Jiang Jingtao.

They are in the same group!

"Get out!"

jc frowned and held her arm, "Do you admit it or not, Mr. Jiang is your father, this is a fact that cannot be changed! Mr. Jiang has always been reluctant to do paternity tests. He believes that you are his and Ms. Feng's daughter!"

"He believes, I don't believe it!" Mo Xiran sneered and shook away jc: "I tell you, I won't admit it! Never!"

After saying that, she stopped a taxi and got into the car and left.

jc sighed and walked into the cafe.

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Jingtao raised his head and looked at jc, "Oh, she doesn't admit it, maybe it's a good thing, right?"

jc frowned, would he want to give up?

Can you really give up?

This may be the last chance.

"She is right. I haven't fulfilled my responsibility to be a father for a day. Why do you say that I am her father? It's right, right, right, she doesn't recognize me."

"Mr. Jiang, let's go first."

"Yeah, okay, let's go, let's go."

As soon as I got into the car, the phone in my jc's pocket suddenly vibrated.

He took out his cell phone and opened the screen.

The pupils suddenly shrank.

From the rearview mirror, he looked at Jiang Jingtao with a deep look.

...

Ancheng Airport.

In the VIP passage, walking in front of a noble woman was dressed up.

She was wearing a thin beige windbreaker, with her hair meticulously tied up behind her head, with exquisite light makeup, a pair of 6-7-centimeter thin heels on her feet, and a light yellow handbag on her arms.

This outfit seems simple, but it is all new styles from Fashion Week and is of great value.

Behind her, a man and a woman followed.

The three walked out of the airport and walked directly to a black BMW.

The man opened the back seat door for the woman, and waited for the woman to sit in, he closed the door and got into the car behind the BMW with the woman just now.

"lady."

The person sitting in the driver's seat spoke very respectfully.

The woman nodded and smiled and said, "jc, thank you for your hard work for taking care of Jingtao this time."

"Mrs. I'm so rude."

The woman smiled and continued to ask, "How is Jingtao's health? He has only called me twice after so long."

"Mr. Jiang is all right."

"Is everything OK?"

The woman's question obviously has deep meaning.
To be continued...