In-depth love test: the president should stop

When she received a call from her mother and heard that she was going to see her grandparents, Luo Ning agreed directly. Recently, because she was busy with her marriage, Zhang Shengli consciously didn't assign her any major cases, and some of her subordinates for some small cases The police can handle it, so she is not very busy at work. At this time, she heard her mother say that she was asked to see her grandparents who had never met before, and she agreed immediately.

The two booked a night flight and flew directly to Central South Province. The journey of [-] kilometers arrived in less than three hours. The two got off the plane, stayed in a hotel near the airport for one night, and rushed to the airport early in the morning. Nantong City, where Luo Ning's grandmother's home is located.

At around 20 o'clock in the morning, the two got off the bus in downtown Nantong, feeling timid because of the close proximity to their hometown. After leaving the station, Qin Qing seemed quite excited and nervous. This is the place where she was born and grew up. After [-] years, she returned to Come back here again and again.

"Mom, don't be nervous." Luo Ning persuaded, holding his mother's hand.

"En!" Qin Qing nodded, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and asked Luo Ning to carry the two boxes of top-quality ginseng specially brought by Leng Yan, and said, "Let's go downtown to buy some other gifts." [

Luo Ning nodded in agreement, the two rented a car, and started strolling around downtown Nantong. First, they went to a large shopping mall in Nantong City, where they bought a lot of gifts and supplements, such as tea, tobacco and alcohol... bought a lot.

"Mom, it's okay. If you buy more, the car won't fit in the car." Seeing that her mother bought a cart full of things, Luo Ning couldn't help reminding her.

Qin Qing smiled awkwardly, knowing that she was too excited. She didn't go home for more than ten or twenty years. She just wanted to make up for her parents as much as possible, and the only thing she could do was to bring more gifts...

There are quite a lot of people in the commercial building, and there is a long line of people in front of each cash register. Luo Ning and Qin Qing lined up and slowly moved forward...

In the commercial building, not far from the cash register, in an independent coffee shop separated by transparent glass, Xu Qianqian is busy making coffee for customers. Because of the relatively large flow of people, her business here is very good.

After making coffee for the last person and delivering it in person, Xu Qingqing had time to breathe a sigh of relief. Looking at the flow of people not far away, her thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

Thinking of the night that changed her life, it was that night that she met the nobleman of her life and gave her and her friend Zhang Xiaoli a tip of 50 yuan, so that she could realize her dream and open a coffee shop of her own.

"Hey, it's her, that girl!" Looking far away, Xu Qianqian suddenly exclaimed, recognized Luo Ning who was queuing up in the crowd, and told the waiter in the store, she quickly walked over.

"Miss Luo Ning, I didn't expect to see you here!" Xu Qianqian said in surprise, out of gratitude to Leng Yan, she even respected Luo Ning. "Are you? Do we know each other?" Luo Ning asked in confusion, having no impression of Xu Qianqian at all.

"My name is Xu Qianqian. I used to work as a receptionist at the Palace Hotel. The other day you went there with your boyfriend, and your boyfriend gave me a lot of expenses, so that I can realize my dream and open a coffee shop..." Xu Qianqian smiled She explained, and invited Luo Ning to have a drink in her coffee shop.

Seeing that Luo Ning hadn't thought of it yet, Xu Qianqian reminded her: "It's Mr. Leng Yan, why didn't he accompany you?"

This sentence, like a thunderbolt, exploded in Luo Ning's ears, making her face pale as paper, and her body trembling slightly.

Now everything is clear, the butterfly-masked man is Leng Yan, and Leng Yan is the butterfly-masked man...