Chapter 17

Listening to Shen Peiyi's words, Chang Huan hugged him and burst into tears: "it's all my fault..."

Shen Peiyi lovingly looked at him and said, "how can I blame you, huan'er? When you brought him back, I thought he was predestined with our family. He looks like you, but now he's gradually opening up, and he doesn't look like you, especially this eyebrow. He's really good..."

Chang Huan couldn't help but look down at her. Yes, her son's eyes and eyebrows were a little like her, but at this time, they had a natural momentum, which could not be concealed.

That person is rich or expensive. It's probably Xiao who looks like him.

Changhuan can't help feeling a little disappointed. When she asked her father where he was, how should she answer?

"Huanhuan, why are you in a daze?" Losing her head, she looks at Chang Huan with a smile in her mouth. This appearance suddenly makes Chang Huan feel a little bit frightened. Somehow, the smile of Jiang shaoxun when he looks at her appears in front of her eyes

No, No.

Changhuan suddenly stops the unrealistic idea in his mind. Nie Changhuan, are you crazy? You just had a sleep with him, and you actually got rid of him and Jiang shaoxun

How is that possible?

Although his father was also a powerful man, he certainly didn't have Jiang Shao's ability to cover half the sky.

But that man, she remembers, was also named Jiang

No, it's impossible. How could there be such a coincidence? She would never believe it. Changhuan immediately threw everything in her mind.

No matter what, that person in those days should not throw it away, then it belongs to her completely, and has nothing to do with anyone

Chang Huan is no longer wishful thinking, dedicated to accompany the throw pile of building blocks.

But when she fell asleep, Chang Huan couldn't help thinking of the scene. She looked down at her closed eyebrows and couldn't help reaching out and stroking her soft forehead. No matter who it was, no matter how rich or powerful the man was, since he gave up, she would never give it back to her.

Changhuan accompanies Diao for two days, and arranges for Shen Peiyi to follow Diao's nurse. She leaves the hospital in a hurry.

Her purpose of this trip is very clear, is to find her original agent Zhao Jie.

She was brought out by sister Zhao. Only she knows how to develop is the best thing for her.

Changhuan into the underground parking lot, such a large parking lot, quiet people palpitating, Changhuan has always been some fear of such a place.

Find the car, is about to open the door, all of a sudden, Changhuan found a black figure flashing on the rearview mirror.

Chang Huan was startled and looked back nervously

"Miss Nie." A little familiar voice sounded slowly behind him.

"It's you, Mr. bodyguard of that day?" Long Huan Zheng for a while, but suddenly relieved, "you look for me, is there anything?"

The man moved away, the low-key black saloon car had opened the door: "Miss Nie, Mr. wants to see you."

"Sir? Is that the gentleman who arranged you to send me to the hospital on that day and asked President Chen to see me? "

The bodyguard nodded: "exactly."

Although Changhuan is still on guard, after all, the man has helped her out and found a doctor to treat her. She should go and say thanks for her feelings and reason.

This is the most upscale single family villa area in Chengdu. The luxury car carrying Changhuan finally stops outside a mid level mansion. The grand gate opens and five or six servants in uniform come out.

Changhuan was surrounded by people, but he was careful step by step. He didn't dare to breathe. Looking around, a large lawn looked like the boundless, idyllic scenery in the shade. The scene was so beautiful that people could hardly move their eyes.

Now although Nie Xun has made a fortune, Nie Changqing and Qin Fanghua also live in villas and drive luxury cars, but they can't be compared with everything here.

Fortunately, Nie Xun didn't have such ability, otherwise Nie Changqing's tail would not have gone up to the sky!

Chang Huan sat down on the sofa in the living room, but she was nervous. Aunt Zhang, a kind-hearted nanny, came up with a cup of tea. Maybe she saw her nervousness, so she calmed down with a warm voice, "Miss, have some tea to moisten your throat."

Changhuan grateful smile, tea entrance, fragrance curl, as if together comfort pasted her nervous mood.

After half a cup of tea, Chang Huan couldn't help asking Aunt Zhang, "excuse me, where's your husband?"

In a strange environment, people are always nervous. What's more, Changhuan doesn't know who the other person is or what the other person's purpose is. Naturally, she is on pins and needles.

Just as this sentence was asked, a slow footstep sounded behind her. Then Aunt Zhang and the servants welcomed her: "Sir, you are back..."

Aunt Zhang took her servant and stood aside. Chang Huan stood up and looked back. But when she looked back, she could see the person behind her. Her big black and white eyes were full of amazement.

Jiang shaoxun was wearing a light gray casual coat and a pair of jeans. His hair was lazy and he didn't take care of it much. When he went downstairs, he had one hand in his pocket and the other free hand on the stair pole. His posture was lazy and leisurely. His beautiful eyes looked at Changhuan, but the bottom of his eyes was a bit strange. It seemed that he had met Changhuan for the first time.

Chang Huan stands there and looks at Jiang shaoxun. Besides being nervous, he is embarrassed. After all, an indescribable thing has just happened between them.

What Changhuan didn't expect was that the owner of the villa was Jiang shaoxun. It was Jiang shaoxun who helped her out. She was invited by Jiang shaoxun.

"Come up." Jiang shaoxun extinguished the half cigarette between his fingers. He finally glanced at Chang Huan, dropped two words and went back upstairs.

Chang Huan was stunned for a while. He sighed deeply in his heart. After all, he bowed his head and followed him.

She kept up with him. When she went up the stairs, Aunt Zhang handed her a new pair of household shoes. After Chang Huan changed them, she followed Jiang shaoxun to the study on the second floor.

"Bang..."

The door of the study automatically closed behind her. Changhuan was startled. When she reacted, she saw Jiang shaoxun's tall body trapped in the sofa, his straight and slender legs resting on the coffee table, his lips filled with a smile, just looking at her.

Changhuan couldn't help wringing her fingers together. Her long eyelashes hung down and covered her foggy eyes.

Jiang shaoxun was silent all the time. The air seemed to be stagnant. There was plenty of air conditioning in the room, but there was a thin sticky cold sweat on Changhuan's back. The silence between the two people always needed someone to break.

Chang Huan clenched his lips, finally raised his head and walked forward slowly for two steps, "Mr. Jiang, what can I do for you?"