The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 389 Don't Weep Parting
Love, perhaps not quite dead in my soul,

I hope it doesn't bother you anymore, and I don't want to make you sad anymore.

I loved you silently and hopelessly,
I suffer both shame and jealousy,
I once loved you so sincerely and so tenderly,
May God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do.

- Pushkin
The old man's fingers stiffened, and he looked up at her without speaking, but his breathing seemed to have stopped tensely.

"I was born without parents, and then I met my mother, but she didn't know me, and I didn't recognize her... But at least I know what she looks like!" Si Lan's low voice was a little reluctant, "But I've never met my father... not even a picture..."

"I can't change my father, but at least I can turn into a photo, let me see what he looks like..."

The old man was silent for a long time, and sighed, "Since God did not place him in your life, why should you cling to the people and things in the past."

Si Lan lowered his eyes, looked at the band-aid in his hand, and heard his words, the corners of his mouth were sour. What he said was not completely unreasonable.

"You are injured, I will deal with it here..."

The old man said that he rolled up his sleeves and planned to make a living by himself, Si Lan went to push him outside, "This little injury is nothing, I promised to cook a meal for you."

Hearing what she said, I didn't argue with her, and walked downstairs with my hands behind my back...

Mark seldom eats Chinese food, especially Si Lan's cooking skills are very good, he ate two bowls of rice.I am very satisfied, but my mouth is still repeating, I do not forgive you!
Si Lan and the old man didn't care, they just looked at each other and smiled.

After dinner, the old man sat in Si Lan's room for a long time, drinking tea made from tea leaves that Si Lan brought from China, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

Mark was called down by the landlady. After Si Lan cleaned up the kitchen, the old man stood up and said to her, "Son, I'm leaving..."

Si Lan nodded: "Where do you live? Do you need me to take you?"

The old man waved his hand: "No, I mean I'm leaving England."

"Don't you live in England?" Silan asked curiously.

"I came to a foreign country when I was young. I have been to many places. I have been wandering for most of my life and never went back. Now, it is time to go back."

The old man looked at the moonlight outside the window, and the moon was still rounder in his hometown.

"You are going back to China." Si Lan understood his words.

The old man nodded and asked her back, "What about you? When do you plan to return to China?"

"I don't know." The corner of Si Lan's mouth raised a thoughtful smile, "My job is here. China doesn't have my home. It doesn't matter whether I go back or not."

The old man smiled and nodded, and put his finger on Si Lan's heart, "It doesn't matter where your home is, as long as your home is in your heart, no matter how far you go, you can find your way home."

"like you?"

"Perhaps." The old man stared at her with deep eyes and said, "Can I have one last request?"

"any request?"

"I want to hug you!"

Si Lan nodded without hesitation, opened his hands and hugged him gently, "I wish you a smooth journey."

The old man hugged her with both hands, pressed her ears, and said meaningfully: "My child, you will definitely be happy."

He let go of his hand first, Si Lan saw that he didn't speak, the old man nodded to her, turned and left.

Si Lan walked out of the door, stood in the corridor and looked at the moonlight outside the window, hazy and sad. The temperature in England in January was already very low, and it was so cold that people could not help shivering in the dark...

I don't know how long I stood there, and when the noisy surroundings gradually calmed down, the phone in the room rang. sound.

Her expression was very calm, and there was a hint of complexity in her calm eyes, and she squeezed the microphone tightly with her fingers, "I see, arrange it as soon as possible, and I will also arrange it here, um, goodbye."

Putting down the phone, Si Lan turned and walked to the window, continuing to look at the hazy moon outside the window, as if shyly hiding in the clouds...

The old man's words flashed through his mind again.It doesn't matter where home is, as long as home is in your heart, no matter how far you go, you can find your way home.

only--

I have long forgotten what home was like.

Two months later, in April in the UK, the temperature warmed up, the earth recovered, and everything looked reborn.

Si Lan's job in the UK was not stable, and she even had no salary for a month.

In March, she fell ill and did not go to work for a whole month. After a month of rest, her face was still pale and bloodless. In order not to starve to death in England, she had to support herself to go to work in early April.

Colleagues said that she was simply a vampire, pale and terrifying...

Si Lan just smiled and said it was natural white, saving money on cosmetics.In the laboratory, Si Lan often fainted for no reason. The first time, she frightened her colleagues out of their wits and sent her to the nearest hospital. The second time, everyone was nervous. By the third time, and the fourth time, everyone had already seen it. Strange...

The doctor said that there was nothing wrong with Silan's body, but he needed more rest.

Rest means no salary, Si Lan still thinks that she can not take too much rest, she really doesn't want to be very worthless when she is hungry.

Mark seems to have grown taller, and all the clothes he wore before are broken. He often complains to Silan that the landlady is stingy and unwilling to buy him new clothes.In fact, the landlord's wife's financial situation seems to be not very good. Apart from the rent paid by Si Lan, she should have no other financial income from her small shop...

Si Lan promised Mark that he would buy a new set of clothes for him when he got his salary in April.

For this reason, Mark stood at the door every day to welcome Silan to get off work, and never said that Silan was an idiot.

Si Lan is in medical research and is in charge of autopsy and writing reports. As for the others, there is a special person in charge. It's just that there was a serial murder case recently. The nearby police stations knew that Si Lan was good at autopsy and had an analytical mind, so they specially invited her to help!

Silan had no choice but to go to the police station for help. The three victims were all women. They had been sexually assaulted and beaten before their deaths, so they had multiple injuries on their bodies. However, the fatal cause of death was strangled to death by the murderer. .

The lower body of the deceased had been cleaned with bleach, and no bodily fluid could be collected. The murderer had pulled out all the fingernails of the deceased and treated them with bleach, so no dander tissue and fingerprints could be collected; A little more material was collected from the deceased, so that the police would have clues to find the murderer.

It was already Ling Chen who walked out of the police station. After dissecting three corpses, he was exhausted by now, and what was worse was his hungry stomach growling and his stomach hurting.

A police officer kindly proposed to take her home, but Si Lan did not refuse, and made another request, "Can I have a bowl of instant noodles?"

The policeman was not surprised, and immediately went to make a bowl of noodles for Si Lan, and then drove...

Si Lan sat in the police car and ate a bowl of instant noodles without thinking about his appearance, not even leaving a mouthful of soup.

The police car listened at the door, and the policeman smiled and said, "You are really a special Chinese woman."

"Thank you for the instant noodles." Si Lan got out of the car with the garbage, "Sorry to smoke the police car full of instant noodles."

The police officer shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said humorously: "It's okay... because we smell like instant noodles all over our bodies!"

Si Lan was amused by his funny appearance, and when he looked up to the opposite street, he seemed to see a black figure flashing past quickly, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"What happened?" The policeman asked curiously when he saw her face change.

Si Lan jokingly said: "I saw a black shadow flashing past. I wondered if the murderer knew that I was in charge of the autopsy. He was afraid that I would find something, so now he's here to kill people!"

The policeman got out of the car and followed her gaze, "Do you want me to go and have a look? Or our police can also arrange someone to protect you."

"I'm just kidding."

"But I'm not joking..." The police officer looked serious. "I have handled many cases in the police station. Many murderers are psychopaths, and they can do anything. You don't understand..."

"I know better than you!" Si Lan looked back from a distance, looked at him, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I have learned Chinese Kung Fu and know how to protect myself! Thank you for sending me back, goodbye."

Before the police officer could speak, Si Lan turned and went upstairs.

In the dark corner opposite, black shadows are looming.

After Si Lan took a shower, the ringing of the bell kept lingering in the empty room, as if stubbornly trying to exhaust all of Si Lan's patience.

Her hair was still dripping, and she was walking barefoot on the tiles. Si Lan picked up the phone and put it to her ear. Li Mingzhe's charming voice came from the other end of the phone, "You are finally willing to answer my call."

"I have nothing to say to you!" Si Lan said coldly.

The scene of the forced kiss at the airport still makes Si Lan feel sick!

"I sent you a big gift! I think you can accept it!"

"Why should I accept it?" Silan retorted disdainfully.

Li Mingzhe was silent for a long time, instead of being annoyed, he smiled, "Si Lan, the person who loves you or is loved by you is really pitiful!"

Lan Ruixiu, that's it.

Lan Sichen, that's it.

Li Mingzhe, so.

Si Lan held the microphone and didn't speak, but just counted the water droplets falling on the ground. The black shadow he saw just now flashed in his mind, and Juanxiu's brows were tightly frowned.

"He should have been in England for a week, didn't he come to see you?"

"No, even if he comes to me, it has nothing to do with me!" Si Lan replied coldly, "Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me..."

Li Mingzhe laughed wickedly, "Woman, are you being angry?"

"Who is angry? I just can't bear his greatness and selflessness. Whether Ning Mo or Lan Sichen, they are all great. In order to prevent the pain of the one they love, they try their best to deceive, conceal, and even act... he I want to be the affectionate male lead in a romantic drama, and no one will know when I die alone, and wait for the body to rot, so that hundreds of millions of viewers will be moved, with snot and tears. I am selfish, cold-blooded, and heartless. No emotion, enough for cold-blooded animals! Fuck your great selflessness!"

Si Lan said a lot in one breath without even taking a breath, and at the end he threw the microphone aside in anger and unplugged the phone line.

Damn Li Mingzhe, damn it—Lan Sichen.

The deserted moonlight came in through the window, spreading the indifference all over the floor, Si Lan squatted on the ground, hugging himself with both hands, tears fell down hopelessly...

(End of this chapter)