Queen……

Zhiyun frowned.

After saying these last words, he left.

Zhiyun's hand fell on Han Qingrang's arm, gently restraining it. "Do you know who he is?"

"Um."

Han Qingrang actually knew...

In the distance, Davina and Zhi Huaiting looked at each other in confusion. They still didn't understand what was going on.

Zhiyun walked over and said, "Mom and Dad, it's hard for me to explain this because I'm not very clear about it. I'll arrange a car to take you home first. I'll come back to answer your questions in the evening."

Since even their daughter was not very clear, Davina and Zhi Huaiting did not dare to ask too many questions.

The two nodded and got into the car arranged by Zhiyun to go back to Zhi's house.

Zhiyun went to pay the bill. Neither of them was in the mood to eat. She still had a lot to ask Han Qingrang. Who was that person who looked exactly like him?

Why would he pretend to be Han Qing to get in touch with her?

It's so similar that you can't tell even a single hair is fake!

The car arrived at Tengfu——

On the way out of the restaurant and back to Teng Mansion, Han Qingrang was extremely quiet. Zhiyun did not rush to ask him again. Everything would be known only when they arrived at Teng Mansion.

In the huge study, light from the skylight shines through, reflecting the patterns carved on the diamond-lattice windows on the desk.

Very quiet.

There are famous paintings hanging on the wall skirt, and below is a desk with gold-edged carvings. On it is a Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase with dry flower branches inserted in it. The petals will wither if touched lightly.

As soon as Zhiyun came in, he pushed her down on the desk.

There were several thick French books stacked next to him. After Zhiyun was knocked down by him, he swept his arm over and swept the stacked books to the ground and scattered them.

She didn't open her mouth, only let out a muffled hum through her nasal voice.

Greeting him...

After a while, Han Qingrang pulled her up from the red lacquered desk and said, "Zhizhi, can we go to the bedroom?"

“…”

These words were not meant to ask her, but to state them to her.

Zhiyun immediately raised her hand and placed it on his chest, as if to end everything: "Wait, shouldn't you first tell me what's going on? Why did someone who looks exactly like you appear? Who is he? What's his identity? What's his purpose?"

She asked so many questions at once.

Even if she pressed against his chest, she couldn't resist his passion.

Zhiyun subconsciously glanced at his hand.

The blue diamond ring, the same style as hers, is very eye-catching.

Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief. Because of that man, who looked exactly like Han Qingrang, Zhiyun now has a psychological trauma.

Han Qingrang lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering a thick silhouette. He slowly lowered his head and wanted to kiss her, but Zhiyun did not avoid him.

Every movement he made seemed extremely cautious, as if he was particularly worried and afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Eager to express something.

Zhiyun could sense his stronger uneasiness, which could be clearly felt in every movement he made.

Zhiyun responded to him proactively.

But he wanted more.

After a long moment, Zhiyun panted and slumped over the red lacquered desk. "Han Qingrang, can you tell me now? Who was that man? Why did he mention the Queen's stone statue before he left? If I understand correctly, he was talking about the stone statue of Queen Smantu that sank in the sea of ​​Vienna, right?"