Chapter 629
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Hearing this, Zhan Nan Heng was stunned.
He originally thought that Lin Hanxing would at least break the greetings first, and then go straight to the theme. Unexpectedly, she would be so direct.
Don't you want to say more nonsense?
"Are you not at all curious about my trouble?"
Zhan Nan Heng smiles. There is a sense of self mockery in his smile.
Lin Hanxing gave him a light look.
"That's your business."
None of this matters to her.
Smell speech, exhibition South Heng is quiet for a long time, the narrow and Long Feng Mou of streamer stares at her.
"You've changed."
As a child, she was as soft and cute as a bun.
Although it has been so many years, Zhan Nan Heng always remembers it.
"I'm really curious about what happened to you."
As the voice fell, Lin Hanxing's eyes changed slightly.
"You don't know?"
At least, she thought he came back after finding out her details.
Can hear that sentence just now, as if not so.
"I only know that my uncle and aunt had an accident in the company."
After making sure Zhan Nan Heng didn't lie, Lin Han Xing leaned over to the sofa.
"You can check it on the Internet now."
Lin Hanxing's voice was calm, even without any fluctuation.
Exhibition South Heng doubt to see her, but still take out the mobile phone really search up.
The more you look, the more dignified your face is.
I don't know how long it's been like this
"Sorry, I don't know."
Zhan Nan Heng didn't know that the crisis of that year would bring such a chain reaction. He didn't even expect that after the death of Lin and his wife, she was abducted for 18 years and didn't return to Jiangcheng until not long ago.
There was no change in her eyebrows and eyes, as if nothing had happened.
From the first time I saw her, it seemed like that.
Indifference and alienation.
Nothing can change her.
No, No.
Zhan Nan Heng turned his eyes to Lei Xiao.
This man is the only exception.
"Now, can we get back to business?"
Lin Hanxing's posture is languid, and his hair is as soft as seaweed, which is scattered on both sides of his body. What's more, his porcelain white face is only the size of a palm.
"I don't know what it is."
Zhan Nan Heng's voice fell, and the atmosphere became delicate.
Not long after, Lin Hanxing sneered.
"You think I'll believe it?"
There is a lot of irony in this rhetorical question.
Her air is really very strong, Rao is exhibition South Heng some soon can't hold.
"No one knows what's in it except my mother."
There is no need for Zhan Nan Heng to lie.
Lin Hanxing looked at him for a while and believed the words.
Without waiting for her to speak, Zhan Nan Heng gave a bitter smile.
"It's a pity she's dead."
Lin Hanxing finger micro Dun, did not speak.
In my memory, the image of Zhan Ma is gradually clear, and Lin Hanxing's pupils are dim.
"In those days, before I could even say goodbye to you, I was taken on a plane and flew to Malaysia. Two years later, she died."
Malaysia.
Lin Hanxing white fingertips very regular light on the sofa.
She seems to have a special affinity with people in this place.
Whether it's Mian Yi or yuan Shaojing, now there's Zhan Nan Heng.
"There's something wrong with Zhan Ma's death."
This is affirmative sentence but not interrogative sentence. Zhan Nan Heng suddenly gets up and looks at her with alert eyes.
"Tell me the tone of your eyes."
Lin Hanxing spoke coldly.
When he mentioned Zhan Ma's death, his eyes were full of complicated emotions.
That look, she is too familiar with.
Many, many years ago, when she was taken in by Aunt Mian, she would often see her face in the mirror.
Zhan Nan Heng suddenly felt that Lin Hanxing was a little terrible.
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Hearing this, Zhan Nan Heng was stunned.
He originally thought that Lin Hanxing would at least break the greetings first, and then go straight to the theme. Unexpectedly, she would be so direct.
Don't you want to say more nonsense?
"Are you not at all curious about my trouble?"
Zhan Nan Heng smiles. There is a sense of self mockery in his smile.
Lin Hanxing gave him a light look.
"That's your business."
None of this matters to her.
Smell speech, exhibition South Heng is quiet for a long time, the narrow and Long Feng Mou of streamer stares at her.
"You've changed."
As a child, she was as soft and cute as a bun.
Although it has been so many years, Zhan Nan Heng always remembers it.
"I'm really curious about what happened to you."
As the voice fell, Lin Hanxing's eyes changed slightly.
"You don't know?"
At least, she thought he came back after finding out her details.
Can hear that sentence just now, as if not so.
"I only know that my uncle and aunt had an accident in the company."
After making sure Zhan Nan Heng didn't lie, Lin Han Xing leaned over to the sofa.
"You can check it on the Internet now."
Lin Hanxing's voice was calm, even without any fluctuation.
Exhibition South Heng doubt to see her, but still take out the mobile phone really search up.
The more you look, the more dignified your face is.
I don't know how long it's been like this
"Sorry, I don't know."
Zhan Nan Heng didn't know that the crisis of that year would bring such a chain reaction. He didn't even expect that after the death of Lin and his wife, she was abducted for 18 years and didn't return to Jiangcheng until not long ago.
There was no change in her eyebrows and eyes, as if nothing had happened.
From the first time I saw her, it seemed like that.
Indifference and alienation.
Nothing can change her.
No, No.
Zhan Nan Heng turned his eyes to Lei Xiao.
This man is the only exception.
"Now, can we get back to business?"
Lin Hanxing's posture is languid, and his hair is as soft as seaweed, which is scattered on both sides of his body. What's more, his porcelain white face is only the size of a palm.
"I don't know what it is."
Zhan Nan Heng's voice fell, and the atmosphere became delicate.
Not long after, Lin Hanxing sneered.
"You think I'll believe it?"
There is a lot of irony in this rhetorical question.
Her air is really very strong, Rao is exhibition South Heng some soon can't hold.
"No one knows what's in it except my mother."
There is no need for Zhan Nan Heng to lie.
Lin Hanxing looked at him for a while and believed the words.
Without waiting for her to speak, Zhan Nan Heng gave a bitter smile.
"It's a pity she's dead."
Lin Hanxing finger micro Dun, did not speak.
In my memory, the image of Zhan Ma is gradually clear, and Lin Hanxing's pupils are dim.
"In those days, before I could even say goodbye to you, I was taken on a plane and flew to Malaysia. Two years later, she died."
Malaysia.
Lin Hanxing white fingertips very regular light on the sofa.
She seems to have a special affinity with people in this place.
Whether it's Mian Yi or yuan Shaojing, now there's Zhan Nan Heng.
"There's something wrong with Zhan Ma's death."
This is affirmative sentence but not interrogative sentence. Zhan Nan Heng suddenly gets up and looks at her with alert eyes.
"Tell me the tone of your eyes."
Lin Hanxing spoke coldly.
When he mentioned Zhan Ma's death, his eyes were full of complicated emotions.
That look, she is too familiar with.
Many, many years ago, when she was taken in by Aunt Mian, she would often see her face in the mirror.
Zhan Nan Heng suddenly felt that Lin Hanxing was a little terrible.
Hearing this, Zhan Nan Heng was stunned. He originally thought that Lin Hanxing would at least break the greetings first, and then go straight to the theme. Unexpectedly, she would be so direct. Don't you want to say more nonsense? "Are you not at all curious about my trouble?" Zhan Nan Heng smiles. There is a sense of self mockery in his smile. Lin Hanxing gave him a light look. "That's your business." None of this matters to her. Smell speech, exhibition South Heng is quiet for a long time, the narrow and Long Feng Mou of streamer stares at her. "You've changed." As a child, she was as soft and cute as a bun. Although it has been so many years, Zhan Nan Heng always remembers it. "I'm really curious about what happened to you." As the voice fell, Lin Hanxing's eyes changed slightly. "You don't know?" At least, she thought he came back after finding out her details. Can hear that sentence just now, as if not so. "I only know that my uncle and aunt had an accident in the company." After making sure Zhan Nan Heng didn't lie, Lin Han Xing leaned over to the sofa. "You can check it on the Internet now." Lin Hanxing's voice was calm, even without any fluctuation. Exhibition South Heng doubt to see her, but still take out the mobile phone really search up. The more you look, the more dignified your face is. I don't know how long it's been like this "Sorry, I don't know." Zhan Nan Heng didn't know that the crisis of that year would bring such a chain reaction. He didn't even expect that after the death of Lin and his wife, she was abducted for 18 years and didn't return to Jiangcheng until not long ago. There was no change in her eyebrows and eyes, as if nothing had happened. From the first time I saw her, it seemed like that. Indifference and alienation. Nothing can change her. No, No. Zhan Nan Heng turned his eyes to Lei Xiao. This man is the only exception. "Now, can we get back to business?" Lin Hanxing's posture is languid, and his hair is as soft as seaweed, which is scattered on both sides of his body. What's more, his porcelain white face is only the size of a palm. "I don't know what it is." Zhan Nan Heng's voice fell, and the atmosphere became delicate. Not long after, Lin Hanxing sneered. "You think I'll believe it?" There is a lot of irony in this rhetorical question. Her air is really very strong, Rao is exhibition South Heng some soon can't hold. "No one knows what's in it except my mother." There is no need for Zhan Nan Heng to lie. Lin Hanxing looked at him for a while and believed the words. Without waiting for her to speak, Zhan Nan Heng gave a bitter smile. "It's a pity she's dead." Lin Hanxing finger micro Dun, did not speak. In my memory, the image of Zhan Ma is gradually clear, and Lin Hanxing's pupils are dim. "In those days, before I could even say goodbye to you, I was taken on a plane and flew to Malaysia. Two years later, she died." Malaysia. Lin Hanxing white fingertips very regular light on the sofa. She seems to have a special affinity with people in this place. Whether it's Mian Yi or yuan Shaojing, now there's Zhan Nan Heng. "There's something wrong with Zhan Ma's death." This is affirmative sentence but not interrogative sentence. Zhan Nan Heng suddenly gets up and looks at her with alert eyes. "Tell me the tone of your eyes." Lin Hanxing spoke coldly. When he mentioned Zhan Ma's death, his eyes were full of complicated emotions. That look, she is too familiar with. Many, many years ago, when she was taken in by Aunt Mian, she would often see her face in the mirror. Zhan Nan Heng suddenly felt that Lin Hanxing was a little terrible.
