Ji Yan decisively stopped eating.

He originally approached the restaurant, turned the direction directly, turned and moved towards Bo Siqing and Yun Hua.

He looked suspiciously at the two of them: “If you don’t say, I won’t eat. What the hell is going on? You two don’t look right.”

Yun Hua looked at Ji Yan and couldn’t help swallowing his mouth. “Ji Teacher, you have to eat first. I’m afraid to wait … you missed the breakfast. Those who are hangovers, it is better to eat something.”

Ji Yan’s eyes narrowed. “Not in a hurry. Tell me, what’s the matter?”

“You have breakfast first.” Bo Siqing spoke.

Ji Yan’s eyes turned directly to Bo Siqing, “Bo Er, do you sell?”

“It’s not selling. You eat breakfast first. I’ll organize the language.” Bo Siqing said.

“You still need to organize the language?” Ji Yan’s voice suddenly rose, her eyes changed. “Fuck, don’t you tell me what major event happened? Even you need to organize the language, then … what is the matter Isn’t it at Imperial Capital … no no, it shouldn’t … “

Yun Hua really can’t help Ji Yan.

She said directly: “Okay, just don’t eat. Ji Teacher, how much do you remember last night?”

“What happened last night?” Ji Yan frowned, staring at Yun Hua for a while before saying, “What happened last night?”

Yun Hua was speechless to the extreme.

She was so nervous!

Ji Yan just happened to be a hangover …

Crash.

Yun Hua hastily said, “It was the thing to eat with Li Director last night.”

“Oh … oh. What’s the matter with eating?” Ji Yan still looked blank, totally at a loss as to what was going on.

Yun Hua is completely speechless.

“Dinner last night, you drank, and then, do you remember how you left the hotel?” Yun Hua asked with temper.

Ji Yan scratched his head: “Did you not bring me back?”

“you remember?”

“Yun Hua, what about IQ? I don’t need to talk about IQ in love.” Ji Yan rolled her eyes. “Do you still need to remember? See you are both here and I’m here. What else do you not understand? “

Yun Hua: “…”

How can I break someone?

Bo Siqing pulled Yun Hua a little bit and let her sit down. He looked towards Ji Yan, “show you a picture.”

“Look at the picture?” Ji Yan was a little scratched.

Bo Siqing took out his phone and opened the album. He hesitated a moment and pressed the picture to the previous photos.

Those are other photos of Yun Hua mother Jiang Huanqing, two head-down side-face photos when he was a teenager, and a frontal photo with four other girls when he was 14 or 15.

Ji Yan took a suspicious look at the phone and looked at the photos.

“Who is this?” Ji Yan looked at the left and right buttons and looked back, “Isn’t this sister Qing? This is a picture of sister Qing’s age, it looks really tender.”

“Wait.” Yun Hua suddenly said.

Ji Yan looked up, “What happened?”

Yun Hua bit his lip and hesitated and asked, “Ji Yan, last night, I heard you say about your little aunt. How old was your little aunt when you lost it?”

“Nine years old, tenth birthday has not yet passed.” Ji Yan said, “What’s wrong?”

“You certainly haven’t seen your little aunt, but haven’t any pictures of your little aunt in your house?” Yun Hua asked again.

Ji Yan shrugged: “I have a hundred day photos of Little Aunt, a photo of my first birthday, and a picture of Little Aunt when I first learned to walk … and then there may be a picture of Little Aunt being held and played by two grandfathers as a kid … the other photos are Gone.”

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