Chapter 1713 Rose Manor (19)

"Yes, sir."

Uncle Wang bowed.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

As he spoke, he hurried away.

Not long after, he came with a record.

Turning over a few pages, he hesitated slightly.

"...Sir, because she is not our dedicated employee, when the data was recorded, I didn't investigate that woman carefully."

"However, that person left his address and name, called... Song Xinping, who was 32 years old at the time, and lived in Huyu District, Mingsha City. It's just that more than 30 years have passed, and I don't know if the address has changed."

"If you need it, sir, I will send someone to find her immediately."

At that time, I was thirty-two years old. Thirty-five years later, I was sixty-seven years old.

The age is wrong, and the name...doesn't feel right either.

The man sat there with a gentle face and peaceful eyes.

Looking quietly at the sea of flowers outside the window, curling up her slender and beautiful fingertips slightly.

The side face is calm, and nothing is wrong.

He was quiet for a while, tapped his fingertips, and said calmly: "Go and check her and everyone in her family to see if there is a daughter. What is the daughter's name?"

"Or, anyone who has anything to do with these flowers, especially women, should check them out as soon as possible."

His voice was very light, he gave a low cough, and his lips were pale.

Uncle Wang closed the record sheet, bowed slightly, "Okay, sir."

Night.

The manor was peaceful.

Tonight is not as bright as the previous night, because the clouds are covering the ground, blocking the only light in the sky.

The weather forecast said that there would be rain, and it didn't take long for the continuous light rain to fall into the ground.

It wasn't raining heavily, but people had to hold umbrellas.

Raindrops thicker than a needle fell from the dark sky, silently hitting the entire manor, moistening the land and dispelling the warmth left by the sun during the day.

It's a bit cold, as if it's back to autumn and winter, it's bleak, with a bit of untimely cold.

The villa is brightly lit, and it is as bright as ever in the rainy night, like a bright pearl standing upright, full of light.

In the back of the villa, directly connected to the back garden, there is a large sea of bright red flowers, bathed in cold rain in rainy nights.

There is no wind, only the patter of raindrops.

The raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the delicate rose petals mercilessly.

The flowers shook slightly, and the branches and leaves trembled slightly.

The misty mist gradually diffused in the rainy night, permeated among the delicate and beautiful flowers, shrouded, and made the magnificent and magnificent picture hazy.

It seems that a thin veil has been cast on the fairyland.

There is a feeling of being unable to speak.

In the room, unlike the poor roses outside who are under the wind and rain, at this moment, the beautiful flowers blooming in the vase are stretching their branches and leaves comfortably, and bathing in bright lights.

Being cared for in the greenhouse, the bright red petals have become weaker and more delicate.

Calling people to pity, can't bear to touch.

Uncle Wang hurried back from the outside holding an umbrella.

Before even shaking the raindrops off the umbrella, I hurried upstairs after changing my shoes.

Organized everything he had investigated into a document.

When going upstairs, the servant just came down from above.

Seeing that he was about to go upstairs, the servant hurriedly said: "Mr. is asleep. Mr. said that no one should disturb him tonight."

"What?" Uncle Wang stopped walking.

(end of this chapter)