I don't know how long it took,

The wasteland little yellow chicken finally asked another question: How much do you know about me?

Liu Muwan's expression became a little solemn.

Little Yellow Chicken, are you suspicious of something?

For a moment, she didn't know how to reply to this sentence.

Jian Congsu, who was left in the silver flowers in thousands of trees, gradually sweated...

Does Guan Guan know that this trumpet belongs to him?

But where did she know?

He was very careful and never logged into the trumpet when there was someone around him. All the photos inside were confirmed to be without any clear references. He was also careful every time he switched.

But... Guan Guan is very powerful.

She can even get the fetal embryo after Luo Shanqian's miscarriage...

So, in other words, he really had some omissions. If she discovered this trumpet, would she know... is he taking medicine?

Thinking of this, his heart was very complicated.

On the one hand, he doesn't want others to discover their secrets. He is ashamed to speak out from the beginning of taking the medicine.

With such superior living conditions, family background, and smooth sailing from childhood to adulthood, what excuses do he have for depression?

At most, it is considered to be whining without any reason.

Maybe it will become a mockery point for others.

But subconsciously, he still longs for someone to know, for someone to understand himself, care about himself, and know his true self...

Otherwise, he wouldn't have the medicine exposed.

I used a bottle of vitamins to pretend, but prayed that one day someone would see him and comfort him in a way that respects him and understands him.

Then, the little angel duck appeared.

When Jian Congsu thinks back now, it seems that every time he posts a not very pleasant Weibo.

Guan Guan will soon appear in front of him with Liu Xinyan. At that time, she will become very lively, reveal her girlish side, and act cute and coquettish towards Liu Xinyan.

Last time, she came to fight Landlord in the middle of the night, and her face was covered with flowers.

Thinking of her embarrassing and resentful look at that time, Jian Congsu couldn't help but curl up...

So, it is really...a bit difficult to make him believe that she doesn't know that the trumpet belongs to him.

Then...it's better pretend not to know.

He thought about it and decided not to ask.

Some things are embarrassing if they are clearly revealed.

After living in Wanshu Yinhua, I realized that Guan Guan rarely comes back. Uncle Guan is here every day, but he often lives in the study and handles some company affairs remotely, and doesn’t get into it with them much.

Tonight, even Xiao Man didn't come back.

Tomorrow's press conference...will it be the time for the Jian family and him to accept Lingchi?

When the phone rang, he was almost shocked and thought Guan Guan had called him.

However, when I looked closely, it was my second uncle's phone number.

"Consu, I heard that you live on Wanshu Yinhua. I'm here now. Can you meet you?" Jian Laoer asked on the other side of the phone, speaking in a gentle tone.

My second uncle has not been home often over the years and has been developing abroad most of the time.

In his early years, he was his enlightenment teacher for painting, and Jian Congsu had a little emotional affection for him.

He was silent for a moment, "Send me a position."

As a boutique villa area in the south of the city, Wanshu Yinhua has strict management. Jian Laoer does not have an owner's card and cannot enter smoothly.

But he parked his car at the nearest north gate, and I think he had figured it out.

Jian Congsu did not come alone, and He Shengming was also accompanied by him.
Chapter completed!