A few people walked out of the Yinhan nightclub, and Zhang Haiyan couldn't help but glance back at the nightclub.

Dozens of friends stood reluctantly at the door.

Two years.

How many people, how many things, are about to wave goodbye.

Yes, it's unforgettable. Again, it's so hard to let go.

Zhang Haiyan didn't expect to separate, at least, she didn't expect to wave goodbye so quickly.

He took a deep breath and stubbornly turned around before struggling to get into the car.

"Is there anything else that needs to be done?" Zhang Haiyan sat in the car, and Duan Lang asked.

"I want to go home and see if there are any memorable items that I forgot to bring with me. Zhang Haiyan said.

"It just so happens that we are going to pay our respects to your father's and grandfather's graves. After touching Zhang Haiyan's head, Duan Lang said. "Big head, drive. ”

For more than an hour, two military Humvees pulled the wind and stopped at the entrance of Shuijingwan Village again, and after a few people finished making incense, they hammered loaches with big heads, smoked in the yard, and chatted. Duan Lang accompanied Zhang Haiyan to the house to pack his things.

The home is very simple, Zhang Haiyan cleaned up for most of the day, and she didn't pack up one or two valuables.

However, when she took out a photo frame from a dilapidated wooden box, Duan Lang's pupils couldn't help but constrict when he saw the person in the photo in the frame.

This is a group photo, Lao Zhang, Zhang Haiyan, and a woman, who should be Lao Zhang's woman, Zhang Haiyan's mother.

Zhang Haiyan in the photo, about eight or nine years old, was born with beautiful talents and moving styles, and is an out-and-out Lori.

Duan Lang remembered that Lao Zhang had a photo of Zhang Haiyan in his hand.

The hairstyle and clothes in this photo are exactly the same, probably taken together when Lao Zhang came back.

"Haiyan, is this your family photo?" Lighting a cigarette, Duan Lang asked indifferently.

"Yes. Zhang Haiyan replied. "When I was nine years old, I took a picture with my parents in the photo studio in town. ”

"Can you show me?" Duan Lang asked.

"Take it and see it. Zhang Haiyan stuffed the photo frame into Duan Lang's hand and continued to pack his things.

Duan Lang looked at the woman in the photo carefully, and her complexion changed even more complicatedly.

"Is this your mother?" Pointing to the woman in the photo, Duan Lang asked knowingly.

"Yes. Zhang Haiyan glanced at it and said. "Well, my mom is a big beauty, right?"

"Definitely. Duan Lang exclaimed. "She left you, do you hate her?"

"It's all in the past, what's the use of hate?" Zhang Haiyan didn't answer Duan Lang's question directly, but asked rhetorically. "From the day my dad died, I knew that sooner or later she would leave, it was only a matter of time. ”

"Why?" Duan Lang didn't expect Zhang Haiyan to say such a thing.

"Back then, my mother was one of the best beauties in Weizi Town, and on weekdays, she was harassed by many people, once, my dad was on the way back from being a soldier, and happened to see a few little hooligans harassing my mother, so he staged a story of heroes saving beauty, and they got married and had me. Zhang Haiyan said.

"She was scared and tired, she just wanted to find a place to rely on, a haven from the wind, and when she had no choice, she chose my dad. However, what she didn't expect was that even if she got married, my dad would be a soldier outside all the year round, and it would be rare to come back once for three years and five years, and the harassment she received would not decrease but increase......"

"However, it's just harassment, those little hooligans, I really don't dare to do anything to my mother, after all, the hooligans around Weizi Town have been beaten by my father, and what she didn't expect was that my father died as a soldier. ”

"Haiyan, people can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad, from now on, I will take good care of you. Duan Lang didn't know how to comfort him and said.

"I'm not sad. Zhang Haiyan said. "Even if my dad hadn't died, sooner or later, they would have chosen to divorce. ”

"Why?" Duan Lang asked very strangely.

"It is impossible for a normal woman not to have that kind of needs, and my father, who only comes back once in three years and five years, how can she satisfy a woman who is as good as a wolf in her thirties and as a tiger in her forty......

"You mean, she's messing around outside?" Duan Lang asked in surprise, the words that came out of Zhang Haiyan's mouth were not at all like the words that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child could say, and it was self-evident how much sadness there was behind this young man's old age.

"You're thinking too much. Zhang Haiyan rolled her eyes and said. "If, at that time, she dared to mess around, I would have chased her away without waiting for her to leave by herself, and later, when my dad died, I knew that she would leave sooner or later. One evening two years ago, she told me that she was going to pick up a friend I hadn't seen in years, and I knew that she would never come back. ”

"She left, didn't you call the police?" Duan Lang asked.

"Call the police?" Zhang Haiyan laughed self-deprecatingly. "What's the use of calling the police? If she dies outside, I can't settle the funeral, and if she wants to leave, can the police bring her back? ”

"Have you thought about her all these years?"

"Nope. Even if you want to, it's useless. ”

"What's her name?"

"Gong Li. ”

Gong Li?

Two words came into Duan Lang's ears.

Duan Lang's complexion sank completely.

She has completely affirmed that Lu Shanhe's lover, the terrifying woman Gong Boss who is in charge of the underground forces in the entire Xia Capital, is Lao Zhang's woman and Zhang Haiyan's mother.

Duan Lang wanted to ask in front of this woman why he left his elderly father-in-law and young daughter behind.

Even so, they still have to monopolize the money they send to Lao Zhang's daughter every month.

In this world, is there really such a brazen mother?

"Uncle, you, what's wrong with you?" As if he had noticed that Duan Lang was wrong, Zhang Haiyan asked with some concern.

"Not really. Taking a deep breath, Duan Lang smiled reluctantly and said. "You clean up slowly, I'll go out for a cigarette first. ”

Duan Lang, who walked out of the house, turned completely dark, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a string of numbers.

"Lang Ye......" the knife shouted respectfully.

"Do you remember the woman Gong Li?" Duan Lang asked.

"Remember, may I ask what Lang Ye commands?" the knife asked.

"Now, immediately, find me this woman at once, at all costs. Duan Lang said.

"Yes, Master Lang. The knife replied respectfully.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Lang lit a cigarette and sucked it violently. After Gong Li abandoned Zhang Haiyan's grandson, she had the right to choose her own life, but if she lived happily, Duan Lang would not matter, but why did this woman run away to be a mistress?

Moreover, she is already high on the top, and after sitting firmly on the throne of the boss of the underground forces in the summer capital, how can she still ignore her daughter who is living in dire straits?