Prosperous Love: My wife is a boss

Chapter 222 Little Daughter

in the afternoon.

Both Meng Fu and Lan Yuan went home, and both of them were extremely heartbroken that they could not get the painting.

Meng Fu is fine, he still has a picture in his study.

Lan Yuan is different, he can only come to these two houses to appreciate Wuyou's paintings in the future.

Of course, Wuyou's painting only affected him for a while, and after that he was a little absent-minded, and before leaving, he even took a look at Gu Jiu.

In the car.

"Lao Meng, when did you accept your apprentice?"

Meng Fu smiled, "Last summer, this little girl I met in Haishi is very talented in gambling." Jian Bao is also quite talented, he is simply a precious apprentice.

Lan Yuan looked up and asked, "Is she from Haishi?"

Meng Fu waved his hand, "The little girl is from City Z, but she should have come to the capital for university."

Lan Yuan frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, "Have you met her parents?"

Meng Fu was a little puzzled, why did Lao Lan seem to be very curious about his apprentice?
Slightly sighed, "My apprentice, she said that she is an orphan, and she is so pitiful."

When Lan Yuan heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes, and was indeed secretly relieved.

*
The old blue house.

Lan Yuan walked in with his hands behind his back.

Mrs. Lan was playing with her orchids in the flower room, and she came out when she saw Lan Yuan came back.

"What's the matter, you lost the chess game again?" He looked unhappy.

Lan Yuan shook his head, sighed again, and looked up at her, "Show me the picture of your little daughter."

Old Madam Lan was taken aback for a moment, didn't he always refuse to mention his little daughter?
What's going on today?
The fundus of the eyes was a little wet, "Okay." Turning around, he went upstairs to get the photo.

Lan Yuan sat on the sofa and took a sip of tea. Mrs. Lan had already taken the photo and walked down.

"Here." Handed a few photos to Lan Yuan.

Lan Yuan's hands holding the photos trembled, and he looked at them one by one, carefully looking at the eyebrows and eyes in the photos.

The youngest daughter has been good-looking since she was a child, but she has a bit of a bad temper. Except for the group photos of the family, none of these photos are smiling.

When I was young, I still called "Mom and Dad" behind the two, with a sweet voice, but as I grew up, I became more stubborn and colder.

Whatever you do, you don't let it go. You are so stubborn.

Because of this, he and his youngest daughter often get angry and quarrel, and the more they don't let her do something, the more they will do it.

Then it got to that point.

Sorrow flashed across Lan Yuan's eyes, and the old lady Lan couldn't bear it, she pursed her lips, "Why do you suddenly think of my little daughter? She should be living well abroad now, and I don't know when she will come back .”

Lan Yuan frowned, staring closely at the person in the photo, "I saw a person today"

Mrs. Lan didn't understand what he meant, "Who?"

"The girl who is exactly the same as in the photo." Lan Yuan picked up a single photo in his hand. The person in the photo had no expression on his face, as if he didn't want to take pictures.

Mrs. Lan's heart shrank, and she smiled unnaturally, "What do you mean exactly the same?" Could it be that he saw his daughter?
But after seeing him, it was impossible not to take his daughter home.

Although he was always reluctant to mention his daughter, she knew that she didn't want to mention it because she cared too much and would be sad to mention it.

In fact, she knew that he always cared in his heart.

Lan Yuan sighed lightly, his eyes darkened, "Who do you think will look exactly like our daughter?"

"That girl looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her eyebrows and eyes are as cold as the little girl's."

Mrs. Lan squeezed her fingers tightly, and grabbed Lan Yuan's arm with her other hand. Anxiety flashed in her eyes, "It's Pingping's daughter? Isn't it?"

Lan Yuan was worried and shook his head, "I don't know."

"But how do I explain this? That girl is an orphan and lives in City Z, so how could she be Pingping's daughter? But it's so similar that I've had an illusion." Lan Yuan frowned slightly, Said with a low eyebrow.

Maybe it's because there are people with similar looks in this world, maybe this girl just happens to look a little bit alike.

Mrs. Lan really couldn't listen to the words, her voice seemed to be trembling, "You think so, so how can you believe that she has nothing to do with Pingping?"

"Old man, I have to meet that girl. What if it's really Pingping's child? We can't miss it."

Lan Yuan frowned, with sad eyes, "But have you ever thought, if she is really Pingping's child, why is she an orphan?"

This made him unable to think about it, so he felt in his heart that maybe it was just a coincidence that Pingping must still be abroad.

She must also have a child abroad, maybe the child is of mixed race, and with her daughter's abilities, she should be able to live well abroad.

It's just that she hasn't contacted them all the time, all contact has been cut off, even if she investigates abroad, no one can be found.

Lan Yuan knew that as long as his daughter was determined not to contact the capital, she would never be found.

The old lady Lan also thought of this level all of a sudden, but she was still not reconciled.

What if?
She didn't want to miss any chance to find her daughter.

The two of them are old, and they don't pursue much. The only wish now is to see their little daughter again, and hope that the little daughter will come back and live with them.

She really misses her, after all, she is a piece of meat on her body.

No one knew how heartbroken and helpless she was back then, and no one could understand what it was like not seeing her daughter for decades.

Lan Yuan looked at his wife's appearance and sighed, "She's in the Mo family, let's go and see if we have a chance."

If he hadn't softened his heart and let his daughter go, if he could have forced her to stay, perhaps the wife would not have been thinking so much about her little daughter all year round.

But she was no longer stubborn at that time, but wanted to leave the capital no matter what she did.

Lan Yuan still clearly remembered the look in her eyes at that time.

Let Madam go and have a look, even if that girl has nothing to do with Pingping, it can still ease Madam's longing.

Otherwise, she must miss her little daughter and worry every day.

Lan Yuan sighed again.

*
The old house of the Mo family.

Mo Lichen and Gu Jiu ate here, walked around the old house, talked to Mr. Mo, and they went back.

After the two left, the serious-looking Elder Mo immediately called the housekeeper.

"What about the painting just now?"

"I put it in your study." The butler replied.

"Go and have a look."

Mo Zhengdong and the butler went to the study.

Opening the painting, Mo Zhengdong looked at it and sighed, "It's really a good painting, and it deserves to be done by Wuyou."

The housekeeper also nodded at the side, "But where did that Miss Gu get this painting?"

Mo Zhengdong was also thinking about this question. If the worry-free painting appeared, they would definitely receive the news, but this time there was no news at all, as if it appeared out of thin air, and it was still in the hands of the future grandson-in-law.

"Butler, what do you think of this little girl?"

The butler thought for a while, "Miss Gu feels a bit opaque, she is obviously dressed in ordinary clothes, but she was not surprised by the environment when she came to Mo's house, even when she saw you, Lao Lan and Lao Meng, they were not like the others. The fear of the younger generation, on the contrary, looks very relaxed."

After all, the Mo family is the No. [-] family in the capital, and their wealth is enough to make people sigh, but like the older generation in the capital, other people are respectful and respectful when they meet, and it is inevitable that they are a little restrained.

But that little girl interpreted the word 'indifferent' very well, and her complexion remained unchanged.

"Besides, she is still Meng Lao's apprentice, and the third young master likes her, and she can even give away Wuyou's paintings so generously, so she should not be a rare thing."

Mo Zhengdong also nodded, "You and I feel the same way, the little girl really looks extraordinary."

At their age, they are relatively accurate in judging people. They can tell the general nature and kind of people of these juniors.

He still feels very good about this future granddaughter-in-law, much better than those juniors who are flamboyant and seduce their grandsons.

What's more, Mo Zhengdong was very satisfied with the gift of his Wuyou painting.

(End of this chapter)