The domineering president's barbaric wife

We came to the end of the path. Shen Xiaonian pokes his head to the front. He is disappointed. He thought he could come here to look for memories. As a result, the villa in memory is blocked by a cold concrete wall.

"This is the end?" Li Haoyang opened his mouth. In his voice, he was disappointed. Before I was disappointed for a while, I began to be curious about the scenery behind the wall again: "read it, look at the concrete wall... It's obvious that it was blocked later. What do you think will be behind it?"

Shen Xiaonian shook his head and replied, "I don't know."

Li Haoyang winked at Shen Xiaonian and said, "do you want to have a look?"

"No." Seeing that Li Haoyang didn't give up, Shen Xiaonian could only use his own mace: "you see my skirt, you see my shoes, you see my..."

Finally, Li Haoyang raised his hands and surrendered to Shen Xiaonian: "let's go back the same way."

With that, Li Haoyang turned around and took the lead to Shen Xiaonian.

I don't know if it's Shen Xiaonian's illusion that there is a pair of eyes staring at her in the concrete wall, which makes her goose bumps suddenly.

Thinking of this, Shen Xiaonian raised her head and looked at Li Haoyang in front of her. She followed her slowly. After a long walk, her strange feeling disappeared.

Inside Shen Family Mansion

Leng Mohan leads an old cook down to the second floor. The old cook was found by Leng Mohan in a small miscellaneous room.

At that time, when I saw the old man in the small miscellaneous room, Leng Mohan was moved. Intuitively, I felt that the old man in front of me might know something about the past.

After hearing Leng Mohan's intention, the old man looked at the empty air and sighed gently. Then he turned his eyes to Leng Mohan and said, "young man, who are you

Leng Mohan pondered in his heart for a long time, then hesitated to speak and said: "friend. I'm her friend

"Young man, he's very handsome. He's a good match for my family." The old man seemed to be a passer-by. He could tell the truth and falsehood with just a glance. "There are few people here who know Xiaonian except me and steward Qian. For a long time, I haven't heard the name of Xiaonian. "

Cold ink cold frown, what does this old man mean, how to say so... Mysterious?

"Old man, what do you mean, no one knows Shen Xiaonian except you and steward Qian?"

The old man's eyes began to empty again. When he looked at the vast air, he knew that he must have been deeply immersed in the memory and could not extricate himself: "all the people in those years, except for me and steward Qian, had they not been relatives, I'm afraid that even I couldn't have stayed..."

Back then? Is the old man talking about the year when Shen Xiaonian was expelled from the Shen family?

But why drive out all the servants in the family? Is there something inside that outsiders don't know?

The more things are said, the more mysterious they become. There is something wrong with Leng Mo Han's intuition. After seeing that there is no one around, he walks directly into the small miscellaneous room. After entering the house, Leng Mohan closed the door of the room, sat down beside the old man, and asked, "old man, why did all the people in those years leave? What happened? "

The old man who thought his eyes were cloudy would go on talking. After all, as she said just now, the people in front of him were rare people for her to talk to. But who knows, the old man gradually sober, in front of Leng Mo Han's question, shook his head, said no comment. Ren Leng asked Mohan, but he never talked. Leng Mohan thought in his heart: the old man in front of him doesn't say anything, so it must be a big secret... It seems that if he wants to know the whole thing, he has to think of other ways.

Now that he is determined to find another way, Leng Mohan is no longer entangled with the old man in front of him. After changing a topic, Leng Mohan and the old man chatted again: "old man, what did you do in the Shen family before?"

"I'm a cook, and I'm good at Hunan cuisine and Cantonese cuisine..." the old cook said a few dishes. Leng Mohan sat by and counted them carefully, at least eleven or two.

Leng Mohan picked up several topics and chatted with the old cook briefly. Although the old cook was very old, she still had a good reason and was unambiguous.

"Old man, how can Shen Changhe's son not show up today?"

Hearing Leng Mohan calling his master's name, the old cook's face didn't react much. She just looked at Leng Mohan. Her eyes were as calm as ashes: "Shen Shilin has gone... He has gone."

Later, Leng Mohan inadvertently looked at the watch on his wrist and realized that he had been chatting with the old cook for more than ten minutes. Then, later on, I remembered my original purpose of coming here.

So Leng Mohan got up and said goodbye like the old cook: "old man, I'll talk here first today. I'll go first. You have a good rest."

Before going out, Leng Mo Han seemed to think of something and turned back. He took out his business card from his pocket, bent over and handed it to the old cook. He said in a low voice, "old man, this is my phone. If you want to chat with someone in the future, please call me, OK?"

The old cook held out her hand and took it tremblingly. At the moment when Leng Mohan took back his hand, the old cook reached out and held him: "I'll take you to Shen's house. There are so many secrets here. I'm afraid you'll get lost."

Cold ink cold is a Zheng at first, after reaction comes over, then quickly nod to promise to come down: "good."

Although the spirit of the old cook was strong, she still couldn't keep up with her in all aspects of her body. So she took Leng Mohan to walk around Shen's house and talked about it for almost half an hour.

When she went down the stairs, the old cook's interest seemed to rise up inexplicably. She took Leng Mohan's hand and began to talk all the time: "do you know? There is a big pear tree in the backyard of our Shen house. Every time in April, when it blooms and bears fruit, it's very beautiful... I remember that when we were young, we liked that tree most... "

"At that time, the trees were not big enough for her to enjoy the cool. So, every time the sun is so big, we like to take my hand and ask me when the pear tree will grow up and when... She can play with rubber bands under it. "

"Now, more than ten years have passed, the pear tree has grown up, and she has grown very big... I guess we should not like to jump rubber bands now..."

Leng Mohan looks at the old cook speechless. He didn't speak, and he didn't dare. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he could not help telling the old man in front of him that Shen Xiaonian was no longer there

In this way, between the old cook and Leng Mohan, they had already walked out of the hall and came to the back garden of Shen's house. Once in the back garden, though it was night, with the help of the light of the banquet hall behind him, Leng Mohan looked up and saw a man and a woman talking and laughing in front of him.