The success of Mr. Duan's words made Zhao Fulin stop. She suddenly turned around and fixed her eyes on the man in front of her, with some obvious exploration.

A man in his early 40s, surnamed Duan, wants to know something about his mother. Is it hard to

Zhao Fulin seemed to suddenly think of something. Her eyes suddenly brightened, and her eyes to Mr. Duan also changed in an instant.

"Mr. Duan wants to know something about the owner's mother?"

Zhao Fulin's sudden opening not only startled Mr. Duan, but also Mu Tingfeng raised his head and looked at him with some doubts.

"Yes, I want to know."

"What does Mr. Duan want to know? The mother of the owner of that house died a long time ago, and even the owner died two or three years ago. Mr. Duan should not be unaware of this, right

As soon as Zhao Fulin said this, Mr. Duan's face changed. He said bitterly, "I know."

"What else does that gentleman want to know?"

"I... I want to know how... How did she die?"

"Oh..." Zhao Fulin's face suddenly hung a bit of irony, "how did you die? That's a coincidence. I really know that. "

Mr. Duan was stunned, and then there was a burst of ecstasy: "that..."

"Breast cancer, when she died of breast cancer, she died at home without treatment. I didn't even do anything about the funeral. I was directly sent to the cremation hall. I know which one is the funeral hall. Does Mr. Duan want to go there and say goodbye? "

Mr. Duan suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had been hit by something. He almost fell down in a flash.

"Sir..."

The bodyguard on the side wanted to hold him, but he pushed him away. His eyes were full of grief, but he didn't want to move from Zhao Fulin. His lips trembled a little, and he asked: "why don't you treat me?"

Zhao Fulin coldly looked at Mr. Duan's sad appearance. The corners of her lips were so bad that she drew a curve and said, "because they don't have money!"

Mr. Duan was shocked all over, and his figure became more and more severe.

Half a day later, Mr. Duan asked: "which... Which funeral home?"

Zhao Fulin spits out the name of a funeral home. Mr. Duan seems to have been hit again. He suddenly becomes depressed, as if he is a teenager.

Zhao Fulin is too lazy to see his dying tragic appearance, and takes Mu Tingfeng to leave.

This time, Mr. Duan did not stop them, because he had lost the courage and strength to stop them.

"Drive." Zhao Fulin just got into the car and immediately yelled at Mu Tingfeng.

Mu Tingfeng is full of doubts, but he still drives the car and leaves the right and wrong place for the time being.

After driving for a distance and making sure no one was following, Mu Tingfeng stopped the car, turned to Zhao Fulin and asked anxiously, "what's the matter? You and Mr. Duan... "

Mu Tingfeng was interrupted by Zhao Fulin before he finished: "who is that Mr. Duan?"

Mu Tingfeng twisted his eyebrows, but he replied truthfully: "Mr. Mu is the president of a large-scale machinery company. He met once at a banquet earlier."

"That's it?" Zhao Fulin is obviously not very satisfied with Mu Tingfeng's explanation, "what about his family? Does he have a wife? Do you have any children? "

Mu Tingfeng twisted his eyebrows. Although he didn't understand why Zhao Fulin asked such a question, he told Zhao Fulin everything he knew.

"I heard that she was married. She married a young lady who was not very beautiful. She had two children, a man and a woman. Only a few years ago, they divorced and their children followed Mr. Duan. The young lady seems to have passed on a sum of money to someone else. "

"A man and a woman are really lucky." Zhao Yulin sneered, and his tone was full of irony.

Mu Tingfeng listened to Zhao Fulin's words and frowned unconsciously. He didn't like Zhao Fulin's smile, because every time Zhao Fulin smiles like this, he often hides something from him, and it's something that makes people unhappy.

"Yulin, you and Mr. Duan..."

Mu Tingfeng opened his mouth again, and Zhao Fulin finally calmed down a little bit. He met Mu Tingfeng's inquiring eyes, and suddenly raised his head and sighed with self mockery: "no, you shouldn't ask me and him, you should ask my mother what's the relationship with him."

Mu Tingfeng was stunned, and Zhao Fulin chuckled: "my mother, the adoptive mother of my previous life, is not rich in fact, but she adopted me without hesitation, just because she likes children and wants children, but she has no way to have a child of her own with men."

"No way to have a child of your own?"

"Well." Zhao leaned her head against the window and said with a low smile, "yes, she can't have a child of her own with a man because she had a car accident before. At that time... At that time, she had a child more than three months old, but the car accident not only took away her child, but also made her lose her uterus, making her unable to have children in her life. "

Mu Tingfeng finally changed his face when he heard this. Although he is a man, he can imagine how cruel it is for a woman who likes children to lose her womb and be told that she can't have children in her life.

Zhao Fulin fell on the side of the car window and then chuckled: "because she couldn't bear children, her husband divorced her and she was driven out of her husband's house. Her parents are from the countryside. They think it's a shame for her daughter to divorce, so she was abandoned by her family, her husband and even her parents. But even so, she still wants to have a child. Even if the child has no blood relationship with her, she can at least accompany her and keep warm with her. "

So, at that time, she would be so determined to tell herself that this family will only have her and herself, and there will be no other people.

So, at that time, she would answer herself, the reason why she chose herself is because they have the same loneliness.

And just because they have the same loneliness, they can understand each other's only self-esteem buried in the bottom of their hearts, and they can warm each other only when they are accompanied by each other.

Listening to Zhao Fulin's words, Mu Tingfeng intuitively believes that Mr. Duan may be in a very important position in this matter.

"That gentleman, he..."

Before Mu Tingfeng's words were finished, Zhao Fulin had already guessed what he wanted to ask, and first answered, "my mother's ex husband's surname is Duan."