Huang Qiang made an appointment with Tan Chong to meet, "How is your mother?"

"There is something." Tan Chong looked at the time, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

"I didn't expect that the relationship between Mr. Tan and Sister Ji was a big deal?" Huang Qiang continued to argue with a smile.

Tan Chong was not surprised. If Huang Qiang couldn't find out this, it would be useless for so many years to go sideways. However, "It's all your business! Do I have to report to you if I fucking like a woman?"

Tan Chong's words were extremely rude. If it were usual, Huang Qiang would have been overturned the table and left, but he was very calm now.

"Mr. Tan is planning to compete with Mr. Huo Qi? Do your mother know? You still have a deep connection." Huang Qiang squinted his eyes and looked at Tan Chong without hesitation.

Tan Chong's feminine face gathered and stared at Huang Qiang coldly, but did not respond.

"I came with sincerity, you don't have to be so careful." Huang Qiang picked up the tea cup in front of him, and he blew away the tea leaves floating on it and sipped it gently, "I know you're looking for someone, but unfortunately, I happened to have information."

Before Tan Chong could reply, Huang Qiang put down the teacup and took a photo and a piece of paper and pushed it towards Tan Chong.

The photos and paper were facing the desktop, and Tan Chong reached out to hold his hand and pressed it down, "What is this?"

"The person you are looking for."

The man's narrow eyes narrowed into a gloomy curve. Tan Chong did not rush to lift his card. He just stared at Huang Qiang. People like them all understood too much, and there was no free lunch.

"I really don't want to give you this favor for free, but if you are willing to cooperate, then Mr. Tan will have to settle for it." Huang Qiangwan stood up and walked out, "I am still more patient. Ming, I'll wait for your reply."

Before Huang Qiang could walk away, Tan Chong reached out to lift the photo. The person on it and the medical certificate next to him made Tan Chong's face become more and more serious.

Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, Qin Zhen hurried over and saw Tan Chong throwing the photos and paper in his hand onto the table.

A woman who is not unfamiliar.

Qin Zhen stood by silently without saying a word.

Tan Chong walked to the railing, on the second floor of the water restaurant. From here, he could see Huang Qiang getting into the car.

"Qin Zhen, please come up with Mr. Huang. I have something to ask him."

Qin Zhen glanced at him, "Master Chong, you have long suspected it, but there is no evidence, why bother..."

Tan Chong raised his hand, and Qin Zhen stopped talking, and he walked quickly.

The air is very stuffy today, and the dragonflies are flying very low, and they are shuttled between the corridors. On the eve of the storm, the heat makes Rao feel heavier.

As soon as Huang Qiang got into the car, he saw Qin Zhen coming. He lowered the window and saw it.

Qin Zhen stood beside the car, "Mr. Huang, Master Chong, please tell me again."

Huang Qiang seemed not surprised. He moved his eyebrows lightly and pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

The heavy rain finally started to fall after condensing most of the humid heat. The raindrops as big as beans fell down and made the ceiling rush. The heat in the air swept away, and replaced by the coolness brought by the rain.

The two of them stood in the wooden pavilion of the water restaurant, with a semi-open design. When they approached the railing, they would be wet by the rain. I wonder if Tan Chong did it on purpose. He approached the railing and moved to one arm, and the rain flowed down his skin.

The sound of rain covered the sound of two people talking. Under the rain curtain, even people could not see clearly even after a distance.

Qin Zhen was waiting outside with a big black umbrella. When the rain changed drastically, Tan Chong and Huang Qiang walked down from the water restaurant together.

Qin Zhen hurriedly held up his umbrella and said, "Master Chong."

Tan Chong took the umbrella, but he walked towards the car without saying hello to Huang Qiang.

Qin Zhen was a few steps behind, and he nodded at Huang Qiang, and then quickly followed.

After getting in the car, Qin Zhen took a towel and handed it to Tan Chong. He also took a piece of it and covered it on his head, wiped it casually and put it down, "Master Chong, are you going back?"

“Go to the hospital.”

Tan Chong's scarf covered his head and covered most of his face, his voice was depressing.

Qin Zhen drove the car very steadily, "Do you want to talk to Mrs. Tan?"

"It's good if you know. When you arrive at the Hall of Hell, you can talk to the old man about the past. There is a topic." Tan Chong pulled the scarf off and turned his head, "As long as she can pass this level of his own."

"If that doesn't work, then... it's so heavy?"

Tan Chong closed his eyes, and he tapped his fingers on the car window, "It will be a long time later."

On the hospital bed, a thin lady with short hair cut in her ears sat. She was wearing a hospital gown. Her face looked a little pale because of her illness, and her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Tan Chong.

Seeing him come in, Tan Jing smiled, "You are here to be afraid that I will die?"

"Although the situation is not very good, it won't be fatal." Tan Chong sat in front of the hospital bed, "After about the next week's surgery, one-third of the stomach will be cut off, so you can take care of rest and protect, and you can live a long life."

Tan Jing smiled, "If you live long or not, you don't think so much at my age."

"I'm going to know you." Tan Chong handed her the photo and medical certificate, "It's wrong in terms of time."

Tan Jing stared at the medical certificate calmly for a long time before she spoke, "Girl?"

“It says it.”

After looking carefully, Tan Jing threw the paper in her hand aside. She suddenly burst into laughter, tears of laughter came out.

But she was restrained and calm. The eldest sister of the Tan family, even though her youth was gone, was still elegant. She was just in a trance for decades, separated by yin and yang. She had vowed not to meet in her next life, but now she felt so distressed that she was about to tear it apart.

"Tan Chong." Tan Jing looked at him, her eyes calm and sad, "Do you know how your father died?"

"If the Tan family had helped at that time, he might have lived well until now. But I hated him so much at that time. He was sorry for me. I would rather stand by and watch him end up. I think he was tortured alive, but he died."

Tan Chong was silent. Tan Jing had not been open to all these things, but he knew nothing about him. He had no more persistence about his father's corner at this age.

The persistent person is Tan Jing.

"It's already like this between me and him. The resentment and hatred are all resolved at that world." Tan Jing sighed long, "But I can't let these people be free, just treat it as you do the last thing for your father."

Tan Chong was silent, the smell of disinfectant in the ward was lingering. He knew that this would be his mother's last request, and he had even made plans.

Huang Qiang looked for him, but that's what he meant, leveraging his strength.

But at this time, Tan Chong did not agree immediately, and a person suddenly thought of him.

"Tan Chong."

Tan Jing called him.

Tan Chong stood up, "I know, I have arranged this matter. Don't worry, relax and prepare for the operation."

After leaving the hospital, Qin Zhen was waiting outside, and Tan Chong got into the car, "I'll go and meet Huo Hongyu."

...

After a heavy rain, the sultry feeling in the air was undoubtedly swept away. The ground was wet, and the leaves knocked down by the rain fell on the asphalt road, showing a little bleakness.

The car rushed past the road, and the fallen leaves were crushed by the wheels and flew out and then fell down.

The leaves hanging on the branches are still proudly high and are looked up to by others, but perhaps only it knows that when a storm comes, it must withstand the wind and rain from all directions before it can continue to stand in this position.

In this world, fallen leaves are a scene, and green leaves on branches are also a scene. But if you can be green leaves on branches, who is willing to be fallen leaves that are ruthlessly swept into the trash can after being trampled on by others?

The city is as prosperous as ever, but behind this prosperity there are different life patterns every day. They happen in different sections and are known by a very small number of people. They are surging, but they are never as calm as they appear.

The Huo family is like the green leaves on branches and leaves in the storm, and in this artificial storm, it was pulled off the channel.

The car rushed past the road, and the people in the car were as deep as water, and the entire contour line was tight, bringing out a bit of solemnity.

"Seventh Young Master, the Tan family is indeed involved in his Zheng," Song Peisheng whispered, and he handed the information he received to Huo Junan to see.

The man was calm and he swept the message above, then he turned his eyes away, "Where is Eleven?"

When the man spoke, his throat felt like he was being pulled open. The pain caused by the hoarse voice hurt even his head.

"It's in the old house."

Huo Junan didn't say anything more, and there was only silence left in the carriage.

Several cars were parked in front of the villa of the old house in a low-key manner. Huo Junan got out of the car and sold it step by step into the house.

The whole room was silent.

Huo Zhizhong was not in the hall, only the old lady Geng Jia stood there, staring at the person standing in the hall with red eyes.

Lin Mu gritted his teeth and refused to fall her tears. She was still dressed in men's clothes, or Lin Mu.

But it's no longer a forest.

"My Huo family has never had a child named Linmu! Never!"

The old lady made a sound and even heard a few echoes in the quiet lobby.

Tears were like beads falling down, and Lin Mu gritted his teeth desperately to prevent himself from crying.

She knelt down, kowtowed three times at the old lady, and knocked her head to the ground. For the last moment, she couldn't help crying, and then she was put in a silence.

Her head was pressed on the ground for a long time and she didn't get up. As soon as Huo Jianan moved, she was pinched by Song Peisheng.

"Linmu is always called Linmu. Thank you for your kindness for raising me for more than ten years."

From the time she entered the Huo family at the age of seven, more than ten years have passed by, and finally she can no longer hide it.

The cuckoo bird has always been good at throwing its children in other bird nests and allowing others to raise their children.

Lin Mu stood up, she turned around and ran out the door.

No one stopped him or even spoke. Huo Jianan broke away from Song Peisheng's restraint. As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Geng Jia's words.
To be continued...