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Ever since he heard what Aunt Hua said, Duan Yan will increase his observation of Xiang Mingqiu intentionally or unintentionally in the past few days.

The guy's life is as usual, but nothing unusual can be seen.

Looking back, Yang Rong was actually right. Xiang Mingqiu's conditions are not bad, so what if he has a partner, it doesn't matter if he is a man or a woman, anyway, it has nothing to do with Duan Yan. I don't know what I care about .

Probably because Xiang Mingqiu is Duan Chenglin's illegitimate son, maybe.

There was a heavy rain yesterday, and a large area of ​​trees in the nearby garbage house was blown down by the strong wind, which also crushed the electric poles next to it. The staff of the power bureau came to repair it this morning, and temporarily pulled down the switch in the surrounding area , Duan Yan was woken up early in the morning by the continuous knocking on the door outside.

It's really annoying to come to disturb people's dreams at this hour.

Duan Yan slowly got up from the bed, with a gloomy wake-up air, casually picked up a T-shirt cover that had fallen on the sofa, and went downstairs with his slippers to open the door.

"Hello, is this No. 2, Twelfth Lane, Chunfengli? I searched for a long time just now, but I didn't see the house number."

Duan Yan yawned, and looked up and down at the little brother standing in front of him, who was wearing a blue and white work uniform. A badge with his name and job number was pinned to his chest, and he was holding a bunch of bandages in his hand. Delicate peach pink rose.

"It's right here." Duan Yan guessed in his heart that he should be here to deliver the goods.

only......

He stared at the flowers in each other's hands, thoughtfully.

The little brother continued: "I am an employee of the Huamanlou store. This is the Zhenzhou rose you ordered from our store. Please sign for it."

"I never bought flowers."

"Ah?" The delivery boy was puzzled, "Then, is your name Xiang Mingqiu?"

Just finished speaking, a bright red F8, propelled by the roaring engine, turned in from the main road outside.

Xiang Mingqiu came back just in time, he got out of the car before he even had time to put out the fire, and ran directly to the flower shop's delivery boy to sign for the flowers.

Duan Yan put his hands on the back of his head, followed Xiang Mingqiu into the house, then pretended to be indifferent and asked casually: "Who bought these flowers for?"

"Of course it's for the big beauty."

The word "big beauty" instantly reminded Duan Yan of the gossip that Aunt Hua told him that day.

Duan Yan's eyes fell silently on Xiang Mingqiu. This guy was humming a little tune softly, and he looked in a good mood. The key point was that he was wearing a rather orthodox high-end suit today.

This early in the morning, who is it for? Look at that guy's coquettish looks, which seems to confirm the recent talk of the person.

Have you really fallen in love?

"Oh?" Duan Yan couldn't suppress the curiosity, and asked him, "Which beauty is it?"

"That's all you want to know?"

Duan Yan quickly defended himself: "No, just ask casually."

Xiang Mingqiu waved at him, with a smile in his eyes: "If you want to know, just put your ear closer."

Duan Yan thought for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly turned his head slightly, ready to listen to the answer.

"It's not close enough, come closer."

"..."

Duan Yan had to move closer to him.

He only heard a chuckle, and Xiang Mingqiu blew heavily into his ear, feeling a little itchy.

Xiang Mingqiu smiled again, and said with a playful tone, "I just won't tell you."

Duan Yan wanted to give him a punch when he heard this flattering tone.

It's just an Akita dog, so it's so? Nse, who do you look down on.

"It's fine if you don't say anything, I don't like to listen." Duan Yan gave him a contemptuous look, then turned and went back to the room.

About 5 minutes later, there was a faint sound downstairs.

Duan Yan looked down through the window, Xiang Mingqiu was holding flowers in one hand, and went out the door with a bag of things in the other hand.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​following, picked up the phone and keys on the table decisively, and walked downstairs quickly.

The engine of the sports car parked outside the house was restarted, and the noisy sound gradually faded away.

When Duan Yan was about to pick up the car, he looked at the 911 in front of him, which was no more low-key than Xiang Mingqiu. He just raised his hand holding the car key, and immediately put it down again.

A taxi just stopped at the intersection, the driver had just delivered the guests to the destination, Duan Yan immediately rushed over, opened the co-pilot's door, and got into the compartment.

He seemed to be rushing to answer. Before the driver could ask any questions, he eagerly pointed to the eye-catching red F8 not far ahead and said, "Master, follow that car for me."

"Ah?" The driver's tone was full of hesitation, and he seemed a little embarrassed, "But he drives a Ferrari..."

"So what if you drive a Ferrari?! Aren't people who drive Ferraris human? They are no different from ordinary people. They chase after you if you are told, and it's not like I won't give you money."

Seeing that the driver was still not moving, Duan Yan urged him impatiently: "Drive fast, don't just stand still."

"No, he drives a Ferrari and I drive a taxi. How can I catch up here?"

Duan Yan's emotions rose a little: "If it doesn't work, let's change the seat, let me drive."

"..." The driver didn't know what to do in the end, so he had no choice but to echo in embarrassment, "Chasing, chasing, I will try my best..."

The car gradually left the urban area, and after a journey of more than 40 minutes, it finally arrived at the Fuyuan Cemetery in the suburbs, which deviated from Duan Yan's original guess.

After Xiang Mingqiu parked the car, he walked out from the parking lot and brought the things he prepared in advance into the cemetery.

Duan Yan stopped following him, he stood under the shade of a high mountain banyan tree, looked at the past from a distance, watched Xiang Mingqiu stepping on the stone steps, walking up the mountain step by step, watched him put the flowers in his hand , and the offerings in the bag were taken out and placed in front of a certain tombstone one by one.

Xiang Mingqiu half-bent down, stretched out his hand to pat a stone slab next to the tombstone, then sat down, looked towards the distant sky, sometimes in a daze for a while, sometimes opened and closed his mouth, as if he was paying attention to the person who passed away next to him. What are people talking about.

Intuition told Duan Yan that it was Xiang Mingqiu's mother who was buried there, but whether the answer was correct or not, it didn't matter to him at this time.

He withdrew his sight on the half-hillside, turned and left Fuyuan Cemetery.

He never expected that it would be easy to go back when he arrived, and it would be difficult to go back. The location of the cemetery is remote. Duan Yan used the taxi app to call for most of the day, but he did not wait for a driver to take the order.

There was really no other way but to call that kid Cen Kainuo.