Wilson only felt that his chest was empty, and the pistol had fallen into Ximen Longting's hand.

"Master," Wilson whispered, "in order to show respect for the deceased, we'd better not do anything in the cemetery..."

Ximen Longting glanced at him coldly,

Wilson added: "What I mean is, wait until they get out of the cemetery before you start."

In fact, Wilson wanted to stop the young master from killing him.

Ximen and the Leng family have an alliance. If Leng Lintian is really injured or shot, the master will definitely intervene——

The father and son have never been on the same page. They always quarrel every time they meet, especially because of Leng Lintian. Things will get very difficult then.

Jing Jiaren was led around and around.

She always felt like there was a pair of sinister eyes staring at her from behind——

She turned around suddenly, but only saw the bushes at the corner. How could she feel Ximen Longting's breath in the cemetery? It was really weird.

Finally he was taken to a large cemetery.

This cemetery is built in white and is semi-curved, visually looking like a crown of trees.

Climbing up the white steps, there is a gray tombstone in the middle. The tombstone is engraved in Portuguese, so naturally Jing Jiaren cannot understand it.

The official language of Macau is Cantonese, and Portuguese is also used.

However, Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on the black and white photos.

A beautiful woman has a slightly side face, a high bridge of nose, slightly curly hair on the side, a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, and warm eyes like waves.

Jing Jiaren frowned, almost thinking that she had seen it wrong.

"You read that right."

"..." Jing Jiaren.

"You can take a closer look."

Jing Jiaren took a few steps forward and looked at the photo carefully. The woman's facial features were more beautiful and softer, with a touch of Jiangnan water show gentleness. She was only 5 points like Jing Jiaren, but at least 8 points like her mother.

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Leng Lintian put down the white rose, curled his lips and said, "So, the first time I saw you, I will remember you."

In the revolving restaurant, he caught a glimpse of her and remembered her.

Otherwise, why would Leng Lintian follow her out of the box door and look at her...

"Who is she?!" Jing Jiaren asked in shock.

Judging from the hairstyle and atmosphere in the photo, she shouldn't be from this era. She should be of the same generation as Jing Jiaren's mother.

What's more, she is so similar to Jing Jiaren's mother...

"The woman who gave birth to me." Leng Lintian's eyes flashed.

Jing Jiaren was surprised for a moment: "She is dead?"

"Otherwise, why would I be standing here now?"

"What I mean is-" Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, "She looks a bit like me."

"That's obvious," he stroked her hair, "and that's why I brought you here today."

Jing Jiaren knocked off his hand with an electric shock: "She looks more like my mother."

Leng Lintian seemed not surprised: "I guessed it too."

"What's the meaning?"

"I can guess your age and appearance."

"You know about my mother?" Jing Jiaren smiled comically, "Are we related by blood? Don't tell me, they are sisters."

"Don't worry, I don't have a sister as beautiful as you." Leng Lintian said firmly, "My mother was born in Macau, and she is half Portuguese. And your mother is a pure Chinese."

"How do you know that my mother is a pure Chinese? How much do you know?"
Chapter completed!