Her voice is really opening up!

"Have you seen that girl named Yan Ling, is she so cute and beautiful in the photo?" Madam Yi remembered something, and looked at the old waiter suddenly, with expectation in her eyes.

"Ms. Hui, Miss Yan Ling is not on the camera, she herself is much better than the photo." The old waiter said with a smile.

"That's good! That's good! Match my face with my voice!" The smile at the corner of Madam Yi's mouth couldn't hide.

"Madam, the young master is still folding flowers inside, do you want to go in and call him?" The old waiter looked at the smiling Madam Yi and asked respectfully.

"Don't don't don't, don't call him, don't tell him that I've been here, let him fold the flowers well and attentively, and marry my daughter-in-law back to me as soon as possible!"

Madam Yi looked at the paper rose in her hand, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of joy, no matter how she remembered that she had just come to find her son to settle the accounts.

Dragging her husband, he left without a sound.

-

"Huh—" A luxury car steadily stopped in front of a chic villa.

"Ms. Yang, according to your description, the last person who met Mr. Wei said this is the place." The private detective beside Yang Muya spoke respectfully.

"The owner of this villa was originally surnamed Xia. I heard that it was more than four years ago. He passed away in a car accident and his family property was divided by relatives. The owner changed here. The people living in it should be the original relatives of the Xia family. ."

"..." Yang Muya looked at the villa in front of her, Zitong tightened slightly.

This is really similar to the style that the person liked in her memory.

She reached out to push the car door, walked towards the door of the villa, and rang the doorbell.

"Who are you looking for?" Someone came out soon in the villa.

Seeing that Yang Muya was not badly dressed, she was even more polite and polite.

"I'm visiting the owner of this villa. My name is Yang. This is my business card." Yang Muya handed the business card to the person who opened the door, and the other person looked up before looking up at her again.

"Wait a moment, I'll go in and ask you."

Soon, a middle-aged man walked out of the villa.

Along the way, he yelled at the person who was going to report, "Any stranger will visit when he comes to visit. When I am a guest house? Will you do anything? You can't handle such trivial matters, just blast people away... "

The door of the villa opened, and the middle-aged man who came out saw Yang Muya, who was standing at the door, elegant and full of extravagance, his face was contemptuous, and his eyes changed instantly.

"Excuse me, are you?"

"I want to find someone, his name is Wei Qingsi, someone has seen him here." Yang Muya looked at the man with desire in his eyes in disgust, patiently, and asked.

"My surname is Wei? I live in a private villa. I don't know anyone. You are looking for the wrong place!" The middle-aged man turned dark when he saw that he was looking for someone.

"Wait a minute, I have a portrait of him. You can take a look first before making a conclusion." Yang Muya handed the sketch in hand to the man.

All the photos of her and Wei Qingsi were burned by Yang Zuo.

The only thing she can take out is the sketch drawn by herself.

After more than 20 years, his appearance should have changed long ago...

"I don't even have a picture, who can recognize it..." Before the middle-aged man had finished his words, he saw the portrait in her hand, his face changed suddenly!