Mr. He, your sweet wife has signed for it

Chapter 355
Bai Yu'an couldn't take it anymore and fainted again.

Yan Yue blinked: "Boss, you are too lethal."

Song Qinghe looked up at her.

Yan Yue immediately shut her mouth.

Then she pushed Bai Yu'an out, and asked Dr. Zhao to check her up. After making sure that the problem was not serious, she pushed Bai Yu'an out, and sent him to the car.

Yan Yue didn't come back until night.

"Is everything done?" Song Qinghe asked.

Yan Yue nodded: "It's all done, and the car to Yingshan Villa is ready tomorrow? Boss, are you really going? Can your body hold it up?"

Yan Yue looked at his pale face, and suggested weakly: "I think it's fine for me to go alone. I have already let our people go there first. I guarantee that no matter what secrets there are in Yingshan Villa, I can dig them out. Come out, and he made it so obvious, He Zhiyao didn't do anything, I think those two people should know it well, and asked to meet there."

"Mr. He is such a smart person, he must be sure, and you don't have to worry too much..."

Song Qinghe: "I'm not worried."

Yan Yue: "Huh?"

"I'm not worried about what will happen, but I want to know the result." Song Qinghe was a little tired: "I want to know what happened back then."

"From Bai Yu'an trying to find a way to release He Linze on bail, and then to He Linze going to the nursing home, He Zhiyao knew everything, and He Linze knew it too. With both parties knowing, He Linze settled on Yingshan Villa, the place where Ms. Xu... , then there should be only one thing he wants to do.”

"It's over."

Yan Yue was incredulous: "Suicide??"

Song Qinghe: "Not necessarily. But the truth is about to surface."

"I asked you to investigate the things about Bai Yu'an these years, have you finished the investigation?"

Yan Yue nodded hurriedly: "Wait a minute, I'll print a file for you, so it's easy to read."

"No need," Song Qinghe didn't have much interest in Bai Yu'an's past. No matter what happened back then, Bai Yu'an did something wrong.

"Are her accounts and connections under control?" That's the point.

"Don't worry, it's already been arranged. She's been busy with He Linze's affairs these days, so she didn't find any problems with her account. The bodyguards she hired have all been dismissed, but the driver, Xiao Yang, She was brought back from the orphanage and raised since she was a child. She has deep affection and is loyal to her, but I have already found someone to watch him." Yan Yue replied.

"En." Song Qinghe replied: "It's okay, go to bed early."

Yan Yue hesitated to speak: "Aren't you going to tell Miss Qin?"

"Do you think she really doesn't know that I haven't returned to Beijing?" Song Qinghe felt helpless: "Even if she didn't know, He Zhiyao would know. Jiangcheng is He Zhiyao's territory."

Yan Yue said "ah": "Then you should go to bed earlier."

Leaving Song Qinghe's room, Yan Yue thought about it, and before going to the printer, she printed out all the documents she received and put them in the file bag.

……

The next day was sunny.

The sky in Jiangcheng was blue and cloudless.

Yingshan Villa is located on Yingshan in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

This is a hill, just a corner of the rolling hills. It didn't have a name at first, because when He Linze built the villa on the hill, he planted hundreds of acres of cherry trees, so it was called Yingshan Villa.

And because this land is privately owned, it has been abandoned for many years and has not been included in the nearby developed scenic spots.

It seems that this place is inaccessible and extremely desolate.

But since this morning, one after another large trucks have come in this inaccessible place.

Truckloads of orchids of the valley were unloaded from the cabin of the incubator and placed in the spacious yard of the villa.

Later, the yard couldn't fit, so the moving workers simply opened the door, and even the spacious hall was filled.

The villa is very old and old, and the outside is almost covered with weeds.

The floor of the room is also full of dust, even in broad daylight, there is a gloomy atmosphere.

In the extraordinarily high corridor on the second floor, He Linze put his hand on the railing, and looked down at the lily of the valley flowers on the floor of the living room.

Time passed little by little.

When the sun was setting, all the big trucks going to and from the villa left.

But in the villa, outside the villa, and even on the road in the distance, there are piles of white lily of the valley flowers.

This is not the season for the lily of the valley to bloom, and the flowers that left the incubator began to wilt after being blown in the cold air for a day.

But there was a faint fragrance in the air.

In the slightly cold air, there is a bit of coldness.

With a sound of "crash", the door of the villa was pushed open. In the afterglow of the setting sun, He Zhiyao walked in step by step through the door, and looked up at He Linze who was standing in the corridor on the second floor.

Time seems to be pulled back to that day more than 20 years ago.

It was the same that day.

He Zhiyao watched his mother die tragically before his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw He Linze standing in the corridor on the second floor, looking down.

The time is mottled and intertwined.

(End of this chapter)