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"It's already been a day, and Little Uncle still hasn't called me back. Where did he go?"

"Maybe he went to the Fengquan Mountain …"

Lu Yiyao's heart was in turmoil, but his expression remained calm.

"Fengquan Mountain? "That's impossible …"

After sending Fang Qingchuan back to the Fengquan Mountain, Helan Xi obviously returned to the Yunjing. How could he go again?

"What's impossible about that?"

Lu Yiyao paused for a moment, then squinted his eyes and said.

"An An, in your heart, besides you, the most important person is Fang Qingchuan …"

"I know. It's just that... He had just come back, so he went over immediately. This … Could it be that something happened to Director Fang? "

Lin Ange's brows knitted tightly as the unease in her heart grew even stronger.

"Why do you keep thinking ill of it?"

Lu Yiyao said.

"Hubby, do you know something?"

"I don't know."

Lu Yiyao denied it.

"Then you …"

Lin Ange cast a sidelong glance at him, a trace of doubt appearing in her eyes.

"I just told you not to think badly about anything. You, Little Uncle, are an indifferent person, and have just come out of Cloud Lake … "

Lu Yiyao said halfway and took another sip of his coffee.

"I know that, that's why I'm not in a hurry to step down …"

Lin Ange pursed her lips, a trace of melancholy appearing between her brows.

"Anthea, I've told you before. His personality was probably not suitable for such a complicated business. No matter how much time you give him to adapt, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear the burden on your shoulders. "

"Even if he was unwilling, he is, after all, the only successor to Helan Family …"

"Aren't you, too?"

Lu Yiyao put down the coffee cup in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked calm.

"Me?"

Lin Ange shook her head slightly and said helplessly.

"But I don't even know who my own father is …"

"It doesn't matter who he is. The most important thing is that you are a child of the Helan Family, and your body is bleeding with the Helan Family … "

Lu Yiyao stretched out his hand and held her small, white hand.

"…"

Lin Ange looked at him, stars flashing in the corners of her eyes.

Buzz buzz …

Lu Yiyao's phone rang urgently.

Lin Ange, who was in a slightly depressed state of mind, only felt that this vibration was a bit noisy.

When would they be able to quietly enjoy the world of the two, not being disturbed by the outside world, and not having to bother with all sorts of questions.

Lu Yiyao lightly patted the back of her hand, then took out his phone from his pocket.

"Hey …"

"Yiyao, it's me."

The refined male voice sounded, causing Lu Yiyao's dark and narrow eyes to suddenly shrink.

"Eldest Young Master …"

He didn't expect that this strange encrypted number was Jun Linchuan's.

"Yiyao, is it convenient?"

Jun Linchuan said slowly.

It looked like he had something very important to tell him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so cautious.

"Convenient …"

Lu Yiyao stood up and went to the study room on the first floor.

Lin Ange stared at his back, the melancholy between her eyebrows growing stronger and stronger.

"Eldest Young Master? Why are you looking for him now? "

"What exactly is Lu Yiyao busy with these days?"

Lin Ange was so worried that she couldn't eat anymore.

Sister Zhou came over and saw her sitting at the dining table in a daze. The breakfast was still on the table.

"Young Mistress, is this not to your liking?"

"None... "No …"

Lin Ange whispered hurriedly.

"What's that?"

"I slept too late last night. I don't have much appetite in the morning …"

"Oh …"

Sister Zhou replied anxiously.

"Then I'll cook lunch earlier. Young Mistress, do you have anything that you especially want to eat?"

"You especially want something to eat?"

Lin Ange couldn't bear to touch her good intentions, so she smiled.

"Garlic sauce."

"Garlic sauce? "Oh, I will do that …"

"Then let's do this …"

"Alright, Young Mistress."

Seeing that she was not in a good mood in the morning, Sister Zhou decided to change the topic.

"Was this dish taught to me by my cousin? "Although it's not as delicious as the food she cooks, I still learned about seventy to eighty percent …"

"Nanny Wang?"

Lin Ange's heart lurched. The reason why she blurted out the name of the dish was because Nanny Wang had cooked it for her every time she felt sad in the Western Yunshan Manor.

Although this dish looked ordinary, it was actually not simple at all.

What she did was very different from what ordinary people did. Although it was garlic, there was actually no garlic. Instead, she added in some ingredients that she could not identify.

"Yes. Young Mistress, don't worry. I will definitely do what my cousin taught me. "

Sister Zhou said with a smile.

"Mm …"

Lin Ange nodded, using both hands to support herself on the edge of the table, and slowly stood up.

"Oh right, Sister Zhou, did Nanny Wang call you back?"

"No? I wonder what she's been up to these past two days? Young Mistress, how about I call her now? "

Knowing that Lin Ange was worried about Nanny Wang, Sister Zhou added.

"No need …"

Lin Ange's heart ached slightly as her heart grew heavier.

"…"

Sister Zhou watched her as she walked towards the living room step by step. She lowered her head and sighed softly.

She was just like Lin Ange, worried about Nanny Wang.

"Peace …"

Lu Yiyao picked up the phone and walked out of the study. Coincidentally, he met Lin Ange at the living room entrance.

"Is the call over?"

Lin Ange glanced at him once before walking back into the living room.

"Yes." "An An, are you full yet?"

Lu Yiyao followed him over.

Lin Ange's expression was clearly more depressed than before. He knew that she did this partly because of Helan Xi, and partly because of him.2

He didn't want her to worry, but there were some things he really couldn't tell her.

His heart felt as if a sharp knife was hanging over it.

At some point, the dagger would pierce into his heart.

"I'm full, but you. You didn't eat anything, so go and eat some more."

Lin Ange sat down on the sofa and took a pillow and tucked it behind her waist. Leaning back.

"I'm almost done eating."

Lu Yiyao walked in front of her, bent down and kissed her clean forehead.

"An An, I'm going to work now. Have a good rest. Call me if you need anything."

These words seemed to have become a habit.

At the same time, there was a deep sense of attachment.

"Alright, be careful on your way."

Lin Ange raised her head and glanced at him. At the bottom of his eyes, there were traces of blood.

"Don't think too much into it. If there's nothing else, ask Sister Zhou to accompany you to the lake for a walk …"

Lu Yiyao's gaze was affectionate as he said this.

"You don't have to worry about me. Go to work?"

Lin Ange raised her hand and lightly pushed him.

"Well, I'll be home early today."

"Got it, go quickly …"

Lu Yiyao kissed her again, then walked towards the door.

Ding Mo went to see Lin Yanyan off, so he drove his car out of the lakeside villa.

Lin Ange didn't stand up and go to the French window as she watched him leave. He leaned back against the sofa, thinking about something.

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