sbdcsierra Chapter 400 Old Photos Burned by Fire
Chapter 400 Old Photos Burned by Fire
"The man in the video?" Pan Pei's eyes lit up and he looked at Pu Hui with great interest.
He was not very tall and skinny, but he made Mingxue cry.
That's some strength!
Pan Pei pulled Huo Tingfang and turned his back to pretend to go out to get the film.
After Qian Hui went upstairs, they followed him quietly.
"Husband, what are you doing?" Huo Tingfang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Guess if he's here to see Mingxue?"
"Even if it is, it has nothing to do with us..."
Huo Tingfang suddenly shut up, his eyes as sharp as a sword.
The couple walked forward in tacit understanding and arrived outside Mingxue's ward.
Ming's father was not around, so Ming Xue and Qian Hui started arguing violently after just three sentences when they met.
"Why are you here? I said, it's over, don't come to me again!" Ming Xue roared.
Qian Hui apologized with a smile and said in a humble tone: "Xue'er, although you have been using me, I really love you..."
"What does your love have to do with me?" Ming Xue asked back.
The heartless tone really shows no mercy at all!
Pan Pei: ………
So she understood! Then why did she use her so-called love to blackmail him?
"Xue'er, we slept together so many times..."
"Isn't that a deal? I pay, you do the work."
Pan Pei and Huo Tingfang looked at each other: Tsk, Mingxue is looking for male skills!
"You were pregnant with my child..."
"Already beaten."
Look, how sober.
Pan Pei was puzzled: Why didn't she use this clarity on him?
The two of them continued to argue, and finally Qian Hui gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't agree, I will send out your private photos too! The enlarged version!"
Pan Pei:!!!
Huo Tingfang suddenly realized.
It turns out that not only was she taking the photos secretly, Qian Hui himself also took them!
She takes panoramic and long-range shots, and occasionally close-ups of faces.
Qian Hui took the photo very close and zoomed in!
It’s exciting to think about.
"Ah, it's you, you bastard!" Ming Xue screamed.
Pan Pei and Huo Tingfang covered their ears and retreated at the same time.
The mystery has been solved, and the rest has nothing to do with them.
It was not until he left the hospital that Pan Pei sighed: "There are always mountains higher than the other one!"
"really."
Huo Tingfang thought Qian Hui was quite scary.
Perhaps, ever since Mingxue approached him, he had never thought of quitting.
Mingxue really thinks that money is omnipotent. Buying seeds and buying a night of passion is risky!
According to her investigation, the Qian family is now in decline. The Ming family's only daughter is Qian Hui's shortcut to wealth.
He won't let go easily.
It’s difficult for Mingxue to get rid of him!
"That's great. She won't bother me anymore." Pan Pei felt relieved!
Huo Tingfang disagreed.
It's hard to get rid of dog-skin plasters.
……
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Pan Xin finally came back.
He looked tired and haggard.
If he hadn't been wearing an expensive suit and hadn't been accompanied by a secretary, driver and assistant, he would have looked like a down-and-out man who had just rushed home to celebrate the New Year.
"Dad? How did you become like this?" Pan Pei asked in surprise.
Pan Xin waved his hand: "Busy, sick."
Huo Tingfang also met the "beautiful Secretary Sun" mentioned by her second aunt Li Peng.
He looks to be around thirty years old, with sharp eyes, powerful steps, and quite capable.
"Secretary Sun, thank you for your hard work. Let's all go back and celebrate the New Year!" Pan Xindao said.
Secretary Sun bowed respectfully: "Yes."
Then, several people dispersed.
There was no sign of "affair" at all. I guess she was influenced by her second aunt and guessed in the wrong direction.
"Dad, Happy Chinese New Year." Huo Tingfang stepped forward to greet him.
Pan Xin looked up at his daughter-in-law, a little dazed.
"Dad?" Pan Pei called worriedly.
"It's okay. You've been married for half a year, and I still don't remember what my daughter-in-law looks like." Pan Xin said, taking out several thick red envelopes from his briefcase, giving one to Huo Tingfang and one to Yin Nianshen, "Happy Chinese New Year!"
"Thanks dad!"
"Thank you grandpa!"
Huo Tingfang accepted the red envelope.
Yin Nianshen was even more delighted: "Grandpa, you are so handsome!"
Pan Xin was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his little head and smiled: "You are handsome too!"
Is this how the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren begins? Huo Tingfang was surprised and touched.
Pan Xin returned to his room to wash up and refresh himself before going to the main room to pay New Year's greetings to Grandma Pan. It took another two hours before he went to the hospital.
Pan Pei went with him, and Huo Tingfang stayed at home.
Pan Xin's briefcase fell in the living room. Huo Tingfang helped to take it back to the room, but two packets of medicine accidentally slipped out of it.
She picked it up and looked at it, her face changed drastically.
This is not a cold medicine! Instead, it is a special medicine for treating gunshot wounds!
How could my father-in-law be a serious businessman... Huo Tingfang's heart was pounding, and it took several seconds to calm down.
She took the picture and put the things back in place.
Should I tell Pan Pei?
Huo Tingfang was thinking, and suddenly received a call from Dr. Xu: "Miss, Happy Chinese New Year."
"Xu Lin?" Huo Tingfang was very surprised and happy. "Where are you now? Have you eaten? Who did you spend the Spring Festival with?"
"Country D."
"Oh!"
Huo Tingfang was obviously disappointed. "I thought you were back for the New Year."
"Why go back? My home is in Country D." Xu Lin smiled.
"Are you with your family?" Huo Tingfang asked.
Xu Lin looked at the empty big house and nodded: "Yes!"
"Okay then! I wish you a happy Spring Festival and all the best!" Huo Tingfang smiled, "By the way, Xu Lin, you don't have to find medicine for me anymore, I'm cured."
"How is that possible?" Xu Lin was surprised.
"It's true! I'm completely fine now."
"Who treated you?"
Huo Tingfang hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't know either. I just tried all kinds of treatments out of desperation. I went to see a Western doctor, a Chinese doctor, and tried folk remedies. In the end, I don't know what to eat."
"Oh, this is kind of magical..."
"Anyway, I'm cured now, you don't have to worry about me anymore."
"Can you have a baby now?"
"I'm not sure about that yet, but the pain and bleeding are gone. If I get pregnant someday, I'll let you know first."
Huo Tingfang spoke in a tactful way and deliberately confused people.
Xu Lin was indeed deceived and said with a smile, "You're the first one to notify me? I don't believe it."
"why?"
"You've been ill for so long, but you didn't inform me."
"Uh……"
Thinking back, she indeed hadn't contacted Xu Lin since he left last time.
After all, he is a friend she has relied on for many years. It is really wrong.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Huo Tingfang apologized, "Xu Lin, I opened a company in Beijing, and the next step is to open a hotel. In the future, you can come to Beijing for a one-stop service of food and accommodation, all for free."
"Okay!"
Xu Lin readily agreed and sent a red envelope to Yin Nianshen via WeChat.
But after hanging up the phone, he became lonely in seconds.
She recovered from her illness and finally had a normal, healthy life.
He shouldn't bother her anymore...
Xu Lin walked to the study, where many things that had been burned by the fire were placed: clothes, ornaments, furniture, electrical appliances...
If the walls were not white and the curtains were not neat, one would mistakenly think that the room had been burned by a fire.
Xu Lin raised his hand and stroked those things one by one with great nostalgia.
Finally, he picked up an old photo.
The edges of the photo were jagged from being burned by fire. The photo showed a young couple and a little boy of about seven or eight years old.
They smiled warmly and happily.
"Dad, Mom..." Xu Lin called in a hoarse voice, and a tear fell on the photo.
In panic, he quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeve, fearing that he would damage the photo.