v2 Chapter 352： Miss, see it literally

In the monitoring room.

Everyone watched Nangong Yan's madness shouting there, white powder flying all over the sky.

They all looked at Qin Chen with admiring eyes.

"Boss, you are so ruthless, so that she let Ada's ashes be raised, and if she heard Ada's heart, she would go to the ground that Ada arranged for him, what face would she use to face others? Mother family? "

"Not to mention, or the" resurrected "Ada foster mother?"

Ben shook his head, stunned.

The boss is so cruel!

This routine waited for Nangong Yan to learn the truth, even if not crazy, he had to live in the shadows of his life.

Qin Chen hooked his lips and shook his head gently: "That's not ashes, it's just chalk at the end ..."

"It's not ashes? What about ashes? Shouldn't ..." Ben looked at Qin Chen with a horrified look. In his opinion, frustration and ashes were already an extremely abnormal thing. Does the boss have any more abnormal ones?

He didn't even dare to keep thinking down, his body tight, he couldn't help but hug his shoulders.

"What do you think?" Qin Chen's eyes grew stranger when he saw a room, and he bounced on Ben's head.

Ben took pain and looked at him in disappointment.

However, Qin Chen jumped the screen to another picture, which was set up in the collective graveyard belonging to the Dragon Soul, and was specially set up for the Dragon Soul brothers who do not know where they are.

In the corner of the cemetery, a new piece was added.

There are only a few chrysanthemums in the above, and two large black letters are written: "A big ..."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

I thought the boss was cold-blooded, but he didn't want Qin Chen's pervert to have a bottom line.

For the enemy ... also gave at least respect.

"I promised him that I would leave Nangong Yanran a life for me, but I didn't expect that he would die in the hands of his beloved woman, probably his life. This tombstone should be regarded as his last respect."

Qin Chen's voice slowly dissipated as Nangong Yanran took off.

.......

On the plane.

Nangong excitedly hurriedly drove the plane out of the flight path and lifted off safely. Suddenly found that he did not know where to go.

Since coming out of the Nangong family this time, she has known that she was abandoned by her family.

Instead, you can go to the Stuart's house to find the second young master who is also an abandoned son.

But that pervert seems to be more difficult to deal with than Qin Chen.

Qin Chen's cruelty is all fair and upright.

But that person was bottomless, and Nangong Yanran found that she had little capital to believe at the moment.

The shiny screen that shined reflected her sore face.

In the days of being locked in the secret room, although three meals a day worry-free.

However, the wounds left by the plastic surgery on her face, but because she had not been treated in time, were all ulcerated, unless she could get a piece of skin on her face, otherwise it would be disfigured.

But surgery requires a doctor and money.

Where is she?

Suddenly, she thought of the card that Ada had left for herself before she died.

Just feel about it, not only that, but there is a route above.

This card was plugged into her before Ada died. Although she was searched, no one took the card.

In the evening, she landed at a small airport in Fuzhou.

Just after getting off the plane, some locals greeted him.

Without much inspection, she was let go.

Nangong Yanran took the card to a local branch and checked the balance. She was pleasantly surprised!

Just to take everything away, you must provide tokens.

Nangong Yan was unable to do so. She had to take a small amount of cash and put it on her body, rented a car locally, and searched for the so-called tokens and a diary according to the address that Ada had told her.

The deserts of Africa can be seen everywhere. A small oasis may be a small city, but the distance between this small city and the small city is very far, and even the car cannot pass through.

She thought it would be smooth, but she didn't want the location of this old house to be too remote.

Nangong Yanran was driving again and riding a camel. She also accidentally encountered a sandstorm. It took five days to touch a village called Little Rock.

The city is as its name implies, all the houses are made of blocks of stones, not to mention the beauty, some of them cannot even be completely enclosed on all sides.

"What the hell, tell me a hideaway!"

"Fortunately, the old lady didn't take you for granted. I took the things and left!" Nangong Yanran thoughtfully, looking at the house number door to door.

No one came here all the year round, and suddenly they saw a stranger, staring at her curiously with big eyes.

Nangong Yanran discovered that most of the children and old people here.

Almost rarely see the figure of a man. Although they look old and small one by one, they seem to be in good health and not as weak and weak as in the disaster film.

Instead, his eyes were bright, and his clear eyes still showed a little kindness.

This kindness was too far away for Nangong Yanran, which made her very uncomfortable.

Not even dare to face the eyes of the old man, very anxious.

Finally, I saw the same number on the paper in front of a fairly complete room.

She stopped and was about to buckle the door.

A creak—a wooden door opened from inside.

A white-haired old lady protruded her head and saw Nangong Yanran for a moment.

"Miss ... Miss Yanran ..."

She said excitedly, trembling to go to Lanan Gong Yan Ran.

However, Nangong Yanran stepped back in a hurry, hoping to run directly out of the desert.

"Grandma ... you ... you ... you ..."

"Aren't you dead?" Nangong's scared seven souls lost their three souls.

The old lady walked slowly and walked towards Nangong Yan. Her rickety figure was projected on the mottled wall of the stone city. As she moved, the shadow on the wall became extremely irregular.

"Miss ... Don't be afraid, I didn't die. At that time, Ada knew that you might kill me, and arranged me to come out early, which is also a way of leaving for you."

"But I remember, you were sparked at that time ... who was that person?" Nangong Yan was uncertain and uncertain.

"She ... just a dying woman. Miss you, forgot, did Azerbaijan ever have a facelift?"

"Don't be afraid, get up quickly." The old lady said, extending her hand towards Nangong Yanran.

There was a burn scar on her right hand tiger's mouth. The wound was taken care of by Ada when she was a child. A person's face can be easily dressed, but it is basically impossible to change the entire person's skin.

Nangong hesitated for a moment, remembering the purpose of his trip, but handed it over.

The old man's hands are rough and old, and the skin covered with old spots is crumpled and twisted together, and Nangong Yan is very uncomfortable.

She tried to pull her hand back several times, but Grandma pulled it tight.

Only after entering the yard and closing the wooden door, the grandma released her.

However, she looked up and almost fainted.

In the small yard, there are photos of her everywhere, or those before her facelift, but most of the angles are from the side, and some are just backs.

"This ..." Looking at what he used to be, Nangong Yanran was a little speechless.

The old lady turned her back, looked at her with a smile, pointed at the photo and said: "These are secretly photographed by the thief, and there are many more. Over the years, every time he sends me something, he will put some new ones, but this Half a year, he came here less. The last call was last week ... saying that he might not come back in the most recent year, and things were arranged for others to deliver. "

"Miss ... Did you send him to do any task?"

The old lady was chattering, her gleaming eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Obviously just an ordinary old man, even without any fighting power, but Nangong Yanran felt guilty. Sitting on a cotton chair, it was more uncomfortable than sitting on the tip of a needle.

"Grandma ... I ..."

"It should be a special task, otherwise Ada wouldn't say that ... Miss, you look at me at this age, you will love to chatter, please use tea first, and I will cook it for you."

The old lady said that the trembling will get up.

She was Ada ’s adoptive mother and an old servant of the Nangong family. Because her son had accidentally fallen into the water when he was a child, the whole person became mad and mad. Later, when he met Ada, he recognized him as a son and a mad girl. Followed a lot better.

"Grandma, I'm not busy ... I just took something and left."

"Ah?" The old lady gave a meal, holding the root of the wall firmly, tilting her head and looking around at her dilapidated stone house: "What are you going to take?"

"Oh ... I know, look at my memory, Ada told me once, if you come, give you that thing."

"That thing?" Nangong Yan was very happy and wanted to ask, but the old man had already stooped into the house.

After waiting for a long time, she came out again, carefully holding a small box in her hand.

Nangong Yanran recognized the box at a glance.

It was a password box that she didn't want when she was a child. She tried to enter the password, and the box opened.

However, the imaginary gem did not appear. There was only a thin envelope and a heart-shaped key with the abbreviation of her name on it. It must have been a token of the Swiss bank.

She happily put the key into her arms and opened the envelope, and the familiar handwriting of Ada became more like the eyelids.

"When I saw the words, I must have been dead when I opened the letter. After all, this was the last gift I left to the young lady. It would be a final farewell."

"The heart-shaped key is the token of the Swiss bank. It contains all my belongings and the secrets that have been buried in my heart for many years. Miss A Dawei is willing and willing to treat her adoptive mother kindly. we..."

"Without us?" What does this mean?

Nangong stared blankly at the envelope.

Thinking about it, I saw a black shadow on the table magnified infinitely.

She hadn't reacted yet, and she was heavily hit on the head, suddenly losing consciousness.