I conquered the entertainment industry

Chapter 452 Long time no see
Cong Yiran felt that he must be crazy.

Because the person on the phone said she was Qin Ye, he came to this cafe by accident.

Almost as soon as he entered the private room, Cong Yiran regretted it.

There are so many people with the same name and surname in this world, if someone named Qin Ye calls him every day, then he doesn't have to do anything, just answer the phone.

Cong Yiran planned to leave with a helpless smile that he thought was absurd.

As soon as he moved, the private room door was pushed open.

Seeing the person coming, Cong Yiran's eyes tightened.

A beige dress, short hair that reaches the ears.

The girl's eyes were clear, and when she saw him, she burst into a sweet smile unique to girls of her age, "Uncle Cong, long time no see!"

Qin Ye is dead, she is...

Cong Yiran was struck by lightning.

Qin Ye had already walked up to Cong Yiran and sat down.

"Uncle Cong must think that the sky is bright and bright, and he has seen a ghost, right?"

Qin Ye smiled, took out the photo from his handbag, and pushed it in front of Cong Yiran.

Cong Yiran confirmed Qin Ye's identity after only looking down.

It was the photo of him and Cheng Jiahui.

There were two photos of this photo developed at the time, and besides him, only Cheng Jiahui still had one.

Although he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, even those popular time-travel rebirth dramas are considered to be nonsense, but at this moment, Cong Yiran hopes that there is really time-travel rebirth in this world.

"The last time I saw Uncle Cong was two years ago, in the Qin's living room."

Seeing the hesitation in Cong Yiran's expression, Qin Ye said calmly, "Qin Yifan insisted on entering the entertainment industry, and before he left, he entrusted Uncle Cong with Hongfei's affairs. See you."

"That day, Uncle Cong was wearing a gray suit and carrying a black Hermès briefcase in his hand, right?"

Cong Yiran remained silent.

The last time he went to Qin's house was indeed the day Qin Ye said.

Qin Ye was not wrong about his clothes.

And that day, Jiahui's daughter, Qin Ye, was indeed there.

"I recognized you because I saw you talking to my mother, but Qin Hongjin didn't know that I knew you, so that day, I just smiled at you and said hello uncle."

Qin Ye took a sip of his coffee, "Uncle Cong, do you still have the brooch you took from my mother's dress at her funeral?"

Cong Yiran's body was shocked, and it was only at this moment that Cong Yiran truly confirmed that the girl with a little strange look in front of him was indeed Qin Ye.

When Cheng Jiahui died, Qin Ye was almost three years old.

Cong Yiran went to Cheng Jiahui's funeral as an alumnus, and there were a lot of people. Before he left, when he took a last look at Cheng Jiahui, he took away the pearl brooch pinned to her dress.

He thought no one was paying attention, but when he turned around, he saw little Qin Ye hiding in a corner.

He clearly saw it, but the little guy pretended he didn't see anything, smiled at him, and ran away quickly.

When he came out of the villa, he saw the little guy hiding behind the big tree in the yard looking at him with red eyes.

What happened 14 years ago, Cong Yiran almost couldn't remember it, but Qin Ye still remembered it.

"How can you not remember?"

Qin Ye smiled bitterly, "The members of the Cheng family are scattered and scattered, and the Qin family is a litter of wolves, tigers and leopards. In this world, Uncle Cong is probably the only one who remembers my mother."

"So, I won't forget Uncle Cong even if I forget anyone. Because seeing you, it's as if my mother is still alive."

"Night……"

With a hoarse voice, Cong Yiran's eyes sharpened, "What do you want me to do?"

(End of this chapter)