Mistakenly provoke the arrogant president: My little wife, Don't try to escape

Does she still have blood relatives in this world?

Nan Jiusheng thought about this question, but she couldn't find the answer.

There are no clues about the past except the vague dream.

Today, the owner of this sudden man is likely to know a lot about her parents.

Nanjiusheng didn't want to miss this opportunity. She followed the man forward without hesitation.

After a short walk, I saw a teahouse with elegant decoration.

The man led Nan Jiusheng to the second floor and knocked on the door of Ya room.

He said in a loud voice, "second Lord, Miss Jiusheng is coming."

The door opened, and inside stood a middle-aged man with deep facial features and wearing a gray shirt.

Seeing nanjiusheng, the middle-aged man was very excited. He turned his head inward and said, "second Lord, here we are!"

Nan Jiusheng followed his eyes to the elegant room, and his eyes fell on a handsome, elegant and * * * man of about 35 years old.

This must be the "second master". It's a strange name. I don't know what it comes from.

Nan Jiusheng looked at him and hesitated to say hello, "hello".

The man slowly stood up from the master's chair, with some bright things flashing in his eyes, and even his arms trembled.

He stared at nanjiusheng for a moment, as if she were an exotic treasure. It seemed that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Nanjiusheng suddenly felt uneasy. How could this second master's performance seem to be caused by too much excitement?

What is the relationship between him and his mother?

The man in the gray shirt coughed and whispered, "second Lord, this is Miss Nan..."

The word "south" is emphasized.

The second master was in a trance for a few seconds. His eyes returned to Qingming. Suddenly he smiled and said, "Jiusheng? I haven't seen you for 15 years. You've grown so big. I held you when you were young."

He has tried to put the tone of his voice as cheerful as possible, but there is still a lingering sadness hidden in it.

Nan Jiusheng didn't want to explore his feelings. When he heard him talk about the past, he went on:

"Excuse me, what should I call you? I was frightened when I was a child and forgot a lot of things..."

The man smiled and motioned Nan Jiusheng to sit down.

"Just call me uncle Zong. It was normal for you not to remember when you were young."

Nanjiusheng shouted "Uncle Zong" and asked tentatively, "do you know my biological parents? Who are they... And are they still alive?"

Zong Bai sighed, stared at the rising smoke over the small incense burner and said in a deep voice: "I knew you would ask these... Jiusheng, don't mention the past, okay? It's too cruel for you. I'm afraid you can't bear it..."

Nan Jiusheng's heart sank directly into the abyss because of his words.

Trembling, she asked, "are they... Dead?"

Zong Bai stared at her for a moment and couldn't bear to turn his head:

"Your mother's whereabouts are unknown after the accident. As for the man... Think he's dead!"

When? That's not dead!

Nanjiusheng suddenly became excited: "who is he? Who is he! Uncle Zong, I beg you to tell me! I want to ask him face to face, why not me and my mother!"

The grey shirt man sighed and advised, "Jiusheng, you can't appear in front of him. He has no humanity and will hurt you."

Nan Jiusheng was tired on the chair and had already burst into tears:

"Why? Why... Who is he..."