Chapter 155 How old is your daughter?
"All my bonuses from my lifetime of military service have been spent on this."
Zhan Lian took off his shoes and walked into the room. He walked to the sofa, turned around, patted the back of the sofa, and showed off to the old cat who was walking into the room: "How about this sofa?"
It was soft, made of real leather, and quite large. When he came back in the middle of autumn that year, he hugged his ex-wife and made love on this sofa. It was such a ecstasy. "Hey, Ah Lian, how old is your child? I haven't heard you mention it before."
The old cat stood at the door of the second bedroom, staring into the bedroom, as if asking this question casually. Zhan Lian ignored him and had no idea what he was talking about. He just turned back from the sofa and planned to go to the master bedroom to look for his ex-wife. When he passed behind the old cat, he heard the old cat say again, "Your ex-wife is quite thoughtful. The whole house is filled with real flowers. It's like your children are living in a fairy tale every day."
Zhan Lian was stunned. He turned his head and stood behind the old cat. He looked into the room from over the old cat's shoulder and saw a field of pink snow-capped mountains blooming so brilliantly. In the middle of the pink sea of flowers lay a white crib and at the head of the bed stood a small wind chime. When the wind blew outside the window, the wind chime rang.
In such a crisp ringing sound, Zhan Lian's sharp face suddenly turned pale, which was more effective than any whitening product. He took two steps back in disbelief, suddenly turned around, rushed into the master bedroom, and shouted, "Wife!"
No one answered him. On their bed were a mess of documents, including the property certificate, divorce agreement, and a notebook. Zhan Lian began to tremble all over. He walked over. He had never been so scared in his life. Even if there were bullets flying towards him, Zhan Lian would not have shaken like this.
As for Lao Mao, seeing Zhan Lian like this, he didn't need to ask any more questions as they had been comrades for many years and had a tacit understanding. He frowned, walked into the baby room, looked for clues in the baby room, and walked into the master bedroom carrying some clothes for the small baby.
Seeing Zhan Lian sitting by the bed, trembling as he flipped through a book, the old cat walked over. In his big hands, he held up a baby monk's robe that couldn't be any smaller. He pointed at the pink flowers on it and said to Zhan Lian, "How old is your daughter?"
Zhan Lian did not answer him. With trembling hands, he turned the last page of the notebook in his hand. The handwriting written by An Ran stung his eyes. Then he thought for a moment, raised his pale face like gold, and pursed his lips. "About one and a half months."
"ha."
The old cat raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhan Lian with some teasing. Seeing the pained expression on his face, the smile on the old cat's face slowly dissolved into a serious expression. Then he turned around and said nothing, and went to look for clues left by An Ran and the child for Zhan Lian.
After being brothers for so many years, how could Old Cat not know what's going on with Zhan Lian? Looking at Zhan Lian's ugly look, he probably doesn't know that his ex-wife gave birth to a daughter for him. This is a serious problem. The two of them had fought their way all the way from the Northwest and had witnessed many tragic stories of broken families. Zhan Lian was mentally prepared for An Ran's life or death.
But now that a child is involved, the situation is different. If the child and An Ran are alive together, Zhan Lian will have to spend his entire life finding these two people. If the child and An Ran die together, Zhan Lian will probably live in endless regret for the rest of his life.
Monthly ticket, will you give me the monthly ticket? Will you give it to me!!! (Bad guy's threatening face)
(End of this chapter)