She doesn’t doubt that Zhou Jia’s words have convinced her of the other party’s revealing means all the way.
Now Zhou Jia is pointing to a person on the street and telling her that it is Zhao Fujia. It is estimated that Katja will not doubt it.
"You didn’t leave any other contact means at the beginning?" Zhou Jia frowns
"…" This seems to ask Katja’s sad eyes, and immediately a red charming body trembled and choked.
"I will refine the communication between East and West, and the proceedings are all done by my aunt. Today, my aunt is … taken into the Buddha Palace."
"That is no way out" Zhou Jia ChuiShou.
"Wait!"
"Wait?"
"Good" Zhou Jia nodded.
"Wait for someone to come over …"
"Huh?"
After saying his word, his face suddenly flashed with surprise, as if he had found something.
"Go back first. I met an acquaintance."
with this
The figure flashed in place and disappeared.
……
Qian Xiaoyun took Huo Zhen’s hand and stopped to touch a few children’s toys before a booth, revealing a little smile.
"Sister Qian"
A slightly tapering female ring.
"Don’t look at these things now. It’s still early. Let’s find a restaurant to stay here. Accommodation is not cheap."
"Yes" Qian Xiaoyun nodded toward each other during the period.
"I’m coming."
As soon as I stepped into a familiar figure, I was greeted. She was polite with a distant smile and immediately surprised.
"Zhou Jia!"
"Miss Qian"
Zhou Jia nodded toward Qian Xiaoyun and looked at Huo Zhen who had grown up.
"Little guy hasn’t seen you for years."
"How did you get here?" Looking at Zhou Jia Qian Xiaoyun with surprise
"What a coincidence"
"What a coincidence" Zhou Jia nodded and stretched out his hand toward the rear.
"I was invited to send a few people over and drop by Xuantiange. Why did Miss Qian come to the Taiping House, Yan Xiong?"
Xuantiange is the Taiping office arranged by Xuantianmeng.
It is also the largest expatriate station in Xuantianmeng.
"Yan Jixiu hasn’t come over yet." Qian Xiaoyun raised my hand and swept away a wisp of hair smiling.
"He can’t compare with you. He still needs to lay a solid foundation."
Zhou Jia knows that Yan Jixiu has made progress, but he is not young. Comparatively speaking, it takes longer to lay a solid foundation.
"To come here …"
Qian Xiaoyun’s cheeks are reddish.
"I heard that there’s a wonderful doctor in Taiping House, so I’ll take Zhener to try my luck."
"I said, Sister Qian, are we still going?" At this moment, the shrill voice rang again, and a beautifully dressed woman went to the crowd with a curl of her eyes.
"Is this an old friend?"
"Sister came to see the body, but eldest brother Yan, don’t mess with seven bad people, otherwise I can’t explain it."
"Jiaomei said where words" Qian Xiaoyun eyebrows a wrinkly.
"Zhou Jia is my friend Yan Ji"
"Really?" Female eyebrow got way
"Sister doesn’t have to explain to me."
"You …" Qian Xiaoyun couldn’t help but take a deep breath and look at Zhou Jia with apologies and some shyness.
"Brother Zhou, don’t blame me for coming here this time … and I want to recuperate myself. The Yan family always has a descendant."
Zhou Jia micro leng eyes also can’t help but show a trance.
Qian Xiaoyun’s health was damaged in his early years, and she Yan Ji never had children. Although Yan Ji didn’t say anything, Qian Xiaoyun seemed to want to make some changes.
I can’t remember how many years since I left Huojiabao.
Once Qian Xiaoyun was so affectionate to her husband Huo Xunjian that he was willing to rebel from his father and kill his brother himself.
But gradually changed his mind after facing Yan Ji.
now
It is even more willing to be nearly a hundred years old and want Yan’s family to stay behind.
It’s not his turn to comment on other people’s lives, but it’s difficult for the other person to change and experience Zhou Jia.
Chapter 19 Old friends
Zhou Jia and Qian Xiaoyun, a Shicheng and a Xuantianmeng, are far apart and have their own lives for a long time before they can meet.
I haven’t seen you for years.
Thanks to proper maintenance, Qian Xiaoyun’s old age is not obvious.
Compared with when I first came to Hongzeyu, I was less spirited and more gentle and dignified, more like a rich woman.
Royal blue clothes with fine stitches, clean cuffs and neckline as new as ten fingers, full and round face is long gone, and once thin.
No matter the appearance, temperament or dress, there is no wealth.
Expensive and nurturing