With a slight smile, she and him were linked together.

"He must also hope that you will be happy, his good brother, and will not think that you have been blaming and guilty. He wants to see you better than anyone else." On tiptoe, she gently pecked him on the side of his face. It doesn't matter, "You must also make Ji An feel at ease."

Huo Qingsui looked at her.

Four eyes are opposite.

"Okay." He tightened his hand that was shaking with her, and he agreed.

Xia Wan's smile stretched out: "Then... let's go?"

"good."

They smiled at each other and left hand in hand.

The elevator just arrived at this floor. Xia Wan stepped in with a smile, but when she saw the people in the elevator, she was frozen in place for a moment.

The people in the elevator are the same.

"Wan...wanwan." Nan Chen was a little at a loss.

Xia Wan opened her mouth, not knowing how to greet him, but her eyes were on his arm at this moment.

Outside the arms, the white gauze is particularly obvious.

"Your hand..."

Nan Chen's eyes lit up easily, and then he quickly explained: "Oh... this... is okay, it's just a small problem, it's okay, you... don't worry, I..."

It has always been the only way for others to stutter, but this time it was changed to Nan Chen's incoherent speech.

"I……"

"Do you have time? Can we... just chat?"

The voice came to an abrupt end.

Nan Chen stared at Xia Wan in disbelief, and was more surprised: "Wanwan...you just said..."

With a light breathless breath, Xia Wan pursed her lips and nodded: "Well, I want to... talk to you, is it OK? If... if... if you don't have time, then..."

"I have time! I have time!" Nan Chen kept nodding.

As a big man, at this moment, he felt his nose a little sore.

It’s not that Xia Wan didn’t notice his god, but in the end she didn’t say anything.

Since I decided to ask clearly, sooner or later there will be such a day.

But it happened that it was today.

Soon, the three of them went to the doctor's lotus pond.

"I'll wait for you there and chat slowly, huh?" Huo Qing gently stroked her face with his fingertips and coaxed her softly.

Xia Wan knew that he was worried about him, so she smiled slightly: "Don't worry."

"Call me if you have something to do."

"good."

Xia Wan watched him walk away gradually, until she saw him sitting on another bench not far away, she retracted her gaze, clenched her fists like anger, and then sat down on the chair.

Nan Chen sat on the other end of the chair.

The two can be said to be very close.

but……

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Nan Chen raised his eyes and could see that face.

It's really like...

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Time flies so quickly, and in a flash, more than 20 years have passed.

He actually... has a son with Qingqing.

The face seemed to appear in front of him. The man, Nan Chen's eyes were unconsciously soft, and he finally spoke in silence: "You and your mother look really similar, they are carved from the same mold, like..."

It’s not that no one has ever said that she looks like Bo Yiqing, but for some reason, when Xia Wan listens again at this moment, she feels a bit indescribable and wonderful.

Maybe it's...there's a secret?

Imagining the face in my mind, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she almost subconsciously asked softly: "What kind of person is my mother...she...?"
Chapter completed!