Chapter 630

He got into the car, looked up at the room where she was, and closed the door.

It's just that look. She saw him.

Beautiful, clean, very durable face.

She didn't see that person's face last night, but she didn't know why. At the moment of seeing that person, the figure suddenly burned into her heart. She felt that the man last night was him.

The car left neatly with the convoy, without a trace.

He didn't even open the window to look out.

She looked at the far away shadow of the car, there was a kind of unspeakable melancholy in her heart.

Then she was sent back to New York.

She never saw that man again.

I don't know who he is or what his name is.

Maybe, as she did to him, he didn't know her name or even her appearance.

As he said, he just wanted a woman to dream.

No one needs to know who it is or what it looks like.

She went back to New York, to her life.

This is the end of it.

But she often thought of the lingering in the night, his cold and hoarse voice before, and his face that could not be confirmed.

She often imagined that she would meet the man again, but after four years, she never saw him again. Unexpectedly, she would meet him here.

Still as elegant as bamboo figure, still clean face.

But he looked at her, alienated and polite.

He didn't know her.

Yu Fei felt a dull stab in the bottom of her heart. At the same time, she was relieved, "hello."

"Please get on the plane." Zhuo ran made a gesture towards the helicopter door.

Yu Fei looked at his face again and turned to get on the helicopter.

Zhuo ran entered the cabin, sat down beside her and closed the cabin door.

Yu Fei's heart was pounding and restless.

Zhuo ran glanced at Yu Fei, who was too nervous to sit straight, and then closed his eyes.

After getting off the plane, Zhuo ran nodded to Yu Fei and left by himself.

Yu Fei looked at his far away Xinchang's back, the wind blowing, slightly raised the leaves at his feet, the figure has a kind of sad loneliness.

The servant waiting on one side came up, "Miss Yu, please follow me."

Yu Fei still looked at Zhuo Ran's back, her brain stirred into a paste.

It's clearly that face, but the person I met four years ago is clearly from a strong organization.

But this person is the person that Mo Qing sends to pick her up.

It's a big difference.

Is it just people with similar looks?

He asked the servant, "is he also a servant here?"

The servant laughed. "He's not a servant. He's the second in charge here."

"Second in charge?" Yu Fei's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes."

Zhuo ran was the adopted son of Zhuo ran, but he was not a servant of Mohism, but a man who could share the world equally with Mo Qing in Mohism.

Yu Fei pulls Gu Xiaoran waiting at the door and looks at the Island villa like a castle, like a dream.

"Is this where people live?"

"When I first came here, I didn't feel like living in a human place, like a Ghost Castle." Gu Xiaoran whispered in Yu Fei's ear.

Yu Feichong and Gu Xiaoran blinked. He really had a heart.

"Where are my father and Xiao Han?"

"In it."

"What's going on?"

"Mo Qing knows that Xiao Han is his son..."

"Well, I knew he would." Yu Fei has no doubt about this, "what does he mean now?"

"He wants Xiaohan to live here."

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PS: the line between zhuoran and Yu Fei was buried when Gu Xiaoran first arrived in the United States. At that time, Gu Xiaoran said that he felt that Yu Fei had someone in his heart, so it was not a temporary plot. Moreover, my story has never been dominated by men and women. Those who have read my old article should have a deep understanding of it.

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