99 days of honey love, lover never expires

Chapter 35 Whose Pain
Slightly taken aback, he was about to withdraw his hand stretched towards the car door, and looked at Song Qingping who was sitting in the front driver's seat with a sneer. That bitch still held a position that should not be underestimated in his son's heart.

forget it!How can I go out to see her now?

forget it!forget it!
Just thinking about it like this hurts like a rift was cut by a knife, forget it!Su Yimo held his hand tightly, his eyes were full of pain.

Song Qingping didn't look at the expression on her son's face sitting behind the car, she knew that her son still couldn't forget that bitch.

The car quickly turned towards the expressway and got on the S road to the city center. After getting on this road, the speed of the car gradually slowed down.

"Yimo."

Seemingly unable to see the villas with the same house type as the white building of Su's family five years ago, Su Yimo took a breath to calm himself down.

"Mom, I'm fine."

I'm fine this time, Song Qingping wanted to laugh, how excellent her son is, even though he was harmed by that bitch now, he is still so sensitive, he can understand every look and movement of him at a glance .

That's right, Su Yimo five years ago had long learned to read words and expressions, he was as familiar with his mother as he was with himself.

What he can do and what he can't do, Su Yimo, who seems to know by nature, is about to say something when he opens his mouth.

Song Qingping said, "Yimo, let's go home."

"Xiaoyan."

Jiang Manman stood behind her, Su Xiaoyan didn't know how long she had been standing here, she had been standing here until she saw the white car disappear.

Listening to the voice in my ear, "Let's go back!"

Su Xiaoyan who was sitting in the car lowered the window, and saw the black extended Rolls Royce from the rear mirror.

Bo Fengyan looked at the red commercial vehicle in front of him with cold eyes.

Chen Anqi reported from the side, "600 million won..."

As soon as he said this, Bo Fengyan turned his head, and Chen Anqi subconsciously closed her mouth. The report in her hand recorded the furniture and some antiques in the Su family's villa five years ago.

Among them, the most interesting thing is the blue and white porcelain wall bowl, I don't know if he has known it for a long time.

The Su family?The Su family five years ago did have the ability to collect antiques. Bo Fengyan glanced at it, and at a glance, he saw that the blue and white porcelain wall bowl in the photo on the report was meticulously crafted and smooth.

Su Xiaoyan, who got out of the car, held Manman's camera in her hand, flipping through the photos in the camera.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a photo with a porcelain bowl.

If she remembers correctly, this porcelain bowl should be called blue and white jade.

People in the industry call it blue and white porcelain wall bowl.

Five years ago, Su's family had a pair of exactly the same blue and white porcelain wall bowls.

Why is there only one in this photo of Manman?

"Xiaoyan, what are you looking at?" Jiang Manman walked over, holding a small box of cherries that she just bought from the fresh food section of a small convenience store nearby.

This will see her staring at her DSLR camera.

"No, it's nothing." Su Xiaoyan handed over the SLR camera in her hand, and there were only flashing questions in her mind. She didn't want to ask, even if it was about a pair of blue and white porcelain wall bowls that Su's family had obviously had five years ago.

Why is there only one left now.

Jiang Manman, who called up a delete button in his hand, walked behind Su Xiaoyan, went upstairs, and she clicked delete.

He hung the SLR camera around his neck again, and after pushing her in, he closed the door while looking down.

A black extended version of Rolls-Royce stopped there quietly, just like its owner. At this time, Bo Fengyan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a pair of cold eyes following the door slowly closing. After a moment, there was a sneer.

The Su family?That's all.

Holding the photo of the flower porcelain wall bowl in his hand, Bo Fengyan clenched his fist tightly.

(End of this chapter)