The next morning, Jia Erhu didn't wake up until after ten o'clock, but Chu Yilan and Luo Shan were still dreaming. This was not because Jia Erhu was so powerful, but because they were used to nightlife, used to not sleeping at night, and not sleeping in the morning. rise.
The reason why Jia Erhu brought them here was to ask Chu Yilan to contact Feiyan. Yesterday he learned that Ding Xiaotian had called Song Wenfeng, and he estimated that he would try to find him.
Song Wenfeng's fastest way is, of course, to call Ding Xiaotian directly and make an appointment to meet him somewhere.
The strange thing is that the sun was shining on his buttocks and he didn't receive a call from Ding Xiaotian. For Jia Erhu, Song Wenfeng didn't take him seriously at all, but he didn't know that Song Wenfeng was already working in a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. arrange.
He got up from between Chu Yilan and Luo Shan. After washing up, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar cell phone number, and it showed the cell phone number of Sijiucheng.
Jia Erhu thought it was Song Wenfeng calling. After clicking on it, a nice woman's voice came from inside: "Hello, is this Mr. Jia Erhu?"
Jia Erhu immediately thought of Feiyan.
"Yes."
The other party said: "I booked a small private room at the Fumanlou Hotel. How about having a light meal at noon?"
Jia Erhu asked, "Who are you?"
The other party smiled and said: "Don't you know it when you meet? Why, are you afraid of meeting a beautiful woman?"
Jia Erhu smiled and said: "I don't know where Fuman Tower is."
“Add WeChat and I’ll give you a location.”
After Jia Erhu saw the location she sent, he immediately forwarded it to Ren Bing. He went to the parking lot, took out the May 4th style from the car and stuck it in his waist, and took a taxi to the Fumanlou Hotel. .
Jia Erhu discovered that this restaurant was located near a very famous tourist attraction. Although it was just eleven o'clock, there were already many guests in the restaurant, almost all of whom were tourists from out of town.
At this time, Ren Bing sent him a message: Song Wenfeng was not seen. We rented three cars and parked them at different intersections.
If Song Wenfeng arrives, give me the signal.
If he wants to take you somewhere, just get in the car and we will follow him all the way.
And there are also people of mine in the hotel.
As expected of a mercenary, with the level of ambush and trapping, at least Jia Erhu couldn't fault him. Jia Erhu felt relaxed working with such a person.
Jia Erhu came to the small box and saw a young and beautiful woman, but she was not Feiyan.
The young woman's skin was as fair as porcelain. No wonder people said that whiteness covered three ugliness. Jia Erhu was completely attracted by her exaggerated white complexion, and even admired her facial features.
"Mr. Jia," the young woman's eyes were as deep as a well, and she raised her eyebrows: "You are much more handsome than I thought!"
Jia Erhu smiled and thought: He's not even handsome, but his temperament should be as good as anyone's.
Jia Erhu looked at the young woman, but carefully observed the entire box from the corner of his eye.
The private room was very small, with only 6 chairs placed around the round table in the middle.
There was a small bathroom at the entrance, and Jia Erhu didn't feel any dangerous atmosphere.
Looking carefully at the young woman in front of me, I saw that she had her hair tied up in a high bun and was wearing a black silk business suit. Her entire body was exquisitely and impeccably dressed.
The young woman's black eyes, forehead as white as snow and pink cheeks are like a delicate peach garden in the vast snowy land.
The nose is pointed and tall, the lips are not too big and not too small, and the lipstick is bright and dripping.
The chin is round and slightly protruding, which is a typical blessed look.
The neck is slender and white, the waist is slender, and the buttocks are plump. Just taking a few steps from the inside out to meet him, it can be said that the temperament is elegant and the posture is graceful.
And a burst of instantly exciting perfume hit his nose, making Jia Erhu take a deep breath involuntarily.
It can be seen that this young woman is not only not so approachable in normal times, but may also be a bit aloof. However, today she took the initiative to meet with Jia Erhu, which is why she seems so easy to imagine.
Jia Erhu smiled and said, "Miss, what's your surname?"
The young woman smiled sweetly: "I'm still young lady. I'm old. Mr. Jia doesn't suffer any loss if he calls me eldest sister."
Jia Erhu said calmly: "No way, no matter how I look at it, you are not older than me."
The young woman was slightly startled.
Of course she wouldn't think that Jia Erhu had bad eyesight, but Jia Erhu didn't look lewd like other men, instead he had a color on his face and flattered her seriously. Such men were rare.
She sighed: "It's so similar!"
Jia Erhu was also stunned: "It really looks like it, what does it look like?"
The young woman said: "I said that not only your appearance, but also your temperament, you are exactly the same as Uncle Liu!"
When Jia Erhu heard her calling his father Uncle Liu, he stared at her carefully and realized that she should be Uncle Sang's daughter.
No wonder she looked familiar. It turned out that she looked a bit like Uncle Sang.
The young woman continued: "My name is Sang Shengnan. Sheng means blooming, and Nan means nanmu. Nanmu is one of the noblest tree species. It means both the nanmu that blooms and the heshengnan, which means better than a man. The homophony of."
Just when Jia Erhu was wondering why she explained the meaning of her name to herself so carefully, Sang Shengnan continued: "Do you know? My name was given by Uncle Liu, your father.
Of course, among their older brothers, my father was the first to marry and have me. When he saw that it was a daughter, your father felt very sorry, but he insisted on naming me, and he has always been very kind to me. "
After saying that, Sang Shengnan walked to the edge of the chair, took out a small photo album from his small satchel and handed it to Jia Erhu.
Jia Erhu opened it and burst into tears on the spot. It was full of photos of his father Liu Dongcai and Sang Shengnan's family, as well as photos of Ding Xiaotian, Uncle Long, Uncle Kai and Uncle Sang. Most of them were taken during family gatherings of the Sang family.
The most common ones are photos of Liu Dongcai holding Sang Shengnan from a baby to five or six years old. In other words, Sang Shengnan is at least five or six years older than Jia Erhu.
Seeing Jia Erhu's tears falling down like a kite with a broken string, Sang Shengnan's eyes also became moist.
She had already ordered the food, but she didn't want to disturb Jia Erhu. She wiped her tears with her handbag, said to Jia Erhu, "I'll order the food," and turned around and left the box.
There was a bathroom in the private room, but Sang Shengnan went to the large bathroom on the floor, wiped his tears, washed himself in the sink, and then touched up his makeup.
When she returned to the box, Jia Erhu's people were no longer there, and the photo album was placed on the table.
Sang Shengnan sat on the chair, picked up the photo album and flipped through it, then took out his mobile phone, took photos of the photos one by one, and sent them to Jia Erhu via WeChat.
"Dad," Sang Shengnan dialed Uncle Sang's phone and said calmly, "It's okay."
Uncle Sang was stunned: "What's wrong? Oh, have you gone to see Jia Erhu? Are you...are you okay?"
Sang Shengnan sighed: "It's okay."
Jia Erhu walked out of the hotel and called Ren Bing, explaining that he had just made a mistake and it was not Song Wenfeng who had made an appointment with him. He asked them to go back first and wait for his call.
When Jia Erhu was about to hail a taxi, he heard the WeChat text messages on his cell phone keep ringing. He took it out and saw that it was Sang Shengnan who kept sending him photos.
