For a time, all kinds of thoughts were intertwined in my mind and became a mess.
Yan Jingcheng¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple twitched slightly, and he directly clicked on the private message and typed the next line: [Where is it? ¡¿
After typing the two words, the man's slender fingers paused, stared at the screen for a while, and then cleared the two words.
Afterwards, Yan Jingcheng started editing again: [Pearl? ¡¿
After finishing editing, his fingertips landed on the send button, but he hesitated again.
Yan Jingcheng¡¯s eyes were dark, and she returned to the Weibo page. The message she sent not long ago was still there, and her tone of voice was very similar to hers
In the end, he didn¡¯t send anything, but called Mr. Tang.
"Jingcheng, why did you, a busy man like you, think of calling me?" Mr. Tang teased with a smile.
Since the complete destruction of Hanxiao International, Yan Jingcheng has gradually separated from the National Security Bureau. Although it still occupies its original position, the number of missions it performs is very few.
Unless the National Security Bureau encounters an extremely difficult situation, they will not alert him again.
But similarly, since Gu Mingzhu disappeared and her life and death were unknown, this man has become increasingly difficult to get in touch with. He always looks cold and businesslike.
"Help me check Gu Mingzhu's Weibo account to see who is logging in and track the address." Yan Jingcheng spoke in a deep voice, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, looking straight out of the window, her eyes dark.
Hearing Gu Mingzhu¡¯s name, Xiaotuanzi on the side also turned his head and looked over.
He knows this name, it is his mom.
Although in this family, Mom¡¯s name seems to be a taboo, no one dares to mention it.
"Weibo account?" Mr. Tang was stunned for a few seconds, and obviously realized the seriousness in his tone, and immediately notified the team members of the Ninth Bureau to follow up.
After Yan Jingcheng hung up the phone, he lowered his eyes to cover the dark red under his eyes, but there were blue veins on his tight cheeks, as if the man was trying his best to hold back something.
Pearl?
Is that you?
If it¡¯s you, why don¡¯t you come back to me?
At this time, the little dumpling on the side took out the board he carried with him and wrote two crooked words: [Mummy? ¡¿.
Sensing his movements, Yan Jingcheng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the board, and he was a little distracted.
His Adam's apple twitched slightly, and his eyes moved away from the board and fell on Nian Nian's pink and white face. The soft little dumpling had the shadow of her and him. In fact, it seemed to look more like him, but he was always You can see her shadow in him.
At this moment, Xiaotuanzi blinked a pair of grape-like eyes, looking at him curiously and puzzled, with a vague expectation.
Yan Jingcheng gently touched his head and responded: "Yes."
After receiving his affirmative reply, Xiaotuanzi's eyes brightened a bit. He quickly picked up the brush and lowered his head and wrote a few more words: [Nian Nian? ¡¿
"Well, every year." Yan Jingcheng spoke softly, with a bit of hoarseness in his voice.
He never dared to tell him everything related to Gu Mingzhu.
He was afraid that like him, he would start this long and desperate wait, afraid that he would ask him where she went and why she didn't come back, and even more afraid that he would blame him for not protecting her and letting her endure it. Such pain and injury, even life and death are uncertain now
Little friend Yan Junran was obviously very excited, probably because it was rare to get a positive reply from Yan Jingcheng, which made him feel that his mother might be back soon. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com