As Meng ran ponders over the cause and effect of all this, the Yunshan community in Jiangnan Province, thousands of miles away from Jiangbei Province, is full of lights.

On the television, came the clear voice of the news host. On the dining table with large and small dishes, the food was still steaming hot.

The old man, who had just brought out a bowl of sweet potato and yam porridge from the rice cooker, took off his apron at the same time and tapped on the bedroom full of young girls' youth.

"Miss, it's dinner."

Hearing the old man's voice, the beautiful girl, who had been sitting on the bed with her little head buried deep between her legs, jumped out of bed.

She was barefoot. She didn't even care about the cotton mop on the bed and stepped on the cold wooden floor. She opened the closed door at once.

It seems that because she is worried about someone, the young girl's white and tender hands are tightly clenched together and dare not look directly into the eyes of the old man. Instead, she is nervous and asks in a hurry:

"Ping Lao, have you got in touch with xiaoranzi? What happened to xiaoranzi? "

Because she was too worried about the safety of the young man, the beautiful girl with short hair and full ears felt at ease when her voice dropped.

Since this afternoon, Yin Qingxue felt the appearance of "Meng ran" in Jinghua Institute of foreign languages, she has been in a high degree of uneasiness and out of control.

Even in spite of the school's obstruction, he ran back to Yunshan district by force.

Then, in the eyes of the master of Taiji, he madly dials Meng Ran's mobile phone number.

However, at that time, Meng Ran's mobile phone had already been silent, and she couldn't receive the call from Yin Qingxue.

After that, Meng Ran's mobile phone was broken by Meng Chang'an, allowing Yin Qingxue to make dozens of calls, which were temporarily unable to connect.

This result, on the contrary, makes Yin Qingxue more worried.

This usually proud and delicate girl, regardless of Yin Ping, wants him to contact Meng ran far away in the north of the river by all means to ensure Meng Ran's safety.

However, Yin Ping didn't care about it. After persuading her daughter for a few words, she agreed to go down and plunge into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"I said, young lady, you can take ten thousand heart. You have not seen that boy's skill, which is enough for him to walk across the border of China."

The green tendons on his forehead jumped and sighed helplessly.

However, for the old man's perfunctory answer, Yin Qingxue was not reluctant, "Ping Lao! Answer me, what happened to xiaoranzi? "

Yin Ping looks stiff. She looks at Yin Qingxue from childhood to adulthood, but she knows this girl better than her own parents.

At this time, Yin Qingxue, a heart full of concern for Meng ran, unless it can be proved that Meng Ran is safe and sound, otherwise she will not listen to anyone's words.

"What's good about that boy? How can you let the young lady be so devoted to him?" The old man who lived for hundreds of years was more and more unhappy with that young man, but he did not dare to show it in front of Yin Qingxue.

Can't help but nod and say: "I've been in contact with the group of young people in the special department. With their monitoring equipment, they should be able to find the trace of the boy soon. Can you have a meal at ease, miss?"

Anxiously waiting for more than half an hour, it was the ambiguous answer that came. Yin Qingxue's goose egg face could not hide her disappointment and worry.

The whole person slumped on the sofa and sobbed gently.

Looking at the poor appearance of his young lady, Yin Ping stopped talking and finally had to sigh deeply.

"Alas..."

"Stinky boy, I don't care what kind of soup you give the young lady. If you dare to have an accident, I won't let you off first!"