Zhao Can shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect there is such a person. I have never heard Aunt Qing talk about this person before."

Alhan smiled and said, "It's normal that you haven't heard of it, after all, Xiao Qingyuan hates him."

"Oh?" Zhao Can was stunned, "Why do you still hate him?"

"A rich and powerful young man, two beautiful sisters, over time, the three of them always have some subtle chemical reactions... Xiao Qingyuan is 2 years younger than Xiao Yuanrong. At that time, he was about fifteen years old, but his personality was the strongest, and he had to compare with his sister everywhere. Later, Xiao Qingyuan should have liked the husband. She found that the husband cared for his sister more, uh... She thought so at that time, which hurts... Women are very serious about these things. Who treats who is good to whom and who cares more about whom? She should be jealous of the girl, especially once she found out that first

Sheng left her and took her sister to watch the sunrise. When she got home the next day, she targeted her sister everywhere. Later, her husband suddenly disappeared, which was the biggest blow to her... And later her sister was lost, so that the two sisters could not meet for life. In addition to the child, it was the husband who had been unconscious at the beginning. Perhaps because of these things, Xiao Qingyuan felt that it was all caused by her husband. After all, in her mind, the husband was omnipotent, and if it weren't for meeting her husband, the two sisters would not have separated and would have embarked on another life trajectory from then on..."

Speaking of this, Alhan just smiled, "After all, Xiao Qingyuan is very simple. She thinks that if she doesn't know her husband, she won't lose her sister, so she hates her a little... I originally thought it was a childish idea when I was young, but I didn't expect that decades have passed and she still thinks that way. As expected, Xiao Qingyuan is still the same. If you want to hate someone, you have to hate him for the rest of your life."

"Uh... she seems to have a bit of this tendency and is quite unreasonable." Zhao Can scratched her head awkwardly. Aunt Qing knew best. She looked like I was the best in the world. Aunt Qing would not make any mistakes. You are all wrong. This kind of personality is a habit. In the past, her husband was used to, her sister was used to, and Ning Liheng was used to... she could not change her whole life.

If he had changed his personality slightly, it would not have been possible that he would not have listened to Ning Liheng's advice back then and had to go to New Delhi with his big belly before the war, which would have been impossible for the child to die in New Delhi.

I dare not say that she is an elder, so I can only think about it in my heart, otherwise Aunt Qing will be anxious with you.

"By the way, why did Aunt Qing insist on going to New Delhi to do business? What kind of business is so important? You have to stand up with a big belly?"

"Health--" Alhan Feng smiled lightly, "Everything to do business is a guise. She saw a photo, and the side face of the husband was taken in the photo, and then she insisted on coming."

"Uh..." Zhao Can was embarrassed. Aunt Qing was like this? Go find another man with a big belly?

Show it!

Aunt Qing is indeed Aunt Qing.

Ning Liheng can't stop him?

That man Zhao Can was even more curious about what magic he had.

“Are there any photos?”

Alhan shook his hand, "It's gone, the photos from decades ago, and there was no negative at that time. If they were torn, they would be torn and they could never be saved."

"Teared up?"

"Well, Xiao Qingyuan tore it in front of the gentleman, and his kindness was broken at this time."

"..., what about the past? It's impossible that they lived in the Magic City Mansion before, and it's impossible that they haven't taken photos, right?"

"No."

"No?"

"Well, no, sir doesn't seem to like taking photos, especially taking photos, so he has never been able to have a photo. Alas, it's a pity to think about it."

"Too."

Zhao Can also sighed for it that beautiful things are always not perfect, so that people can talk about them with relish.

Zhao Can has not admired many people in his life, and Mr. Zhao Xiao successfully ranked in the top three.

There is actually a male god who is even more amazing than me, Zhao Can?

"Gone with the Wind, heroes are everywhere, who is the master of ups and downs? In the old Shanghai of that era, there were many heroic stories, and many touching love stories. Now they are gone with the long river of history, and no one knows them."

Alhan said so.

The old man who came from that era and from that era when people cannibalism is now almost always living in memories, recalling the old Shanghai that scared him, scared him, but also made him long for.

"Oh--" He sighed and stood up, "Forget it, I won't remember anymore, let's go, Mr. Zhao enter the house and have a drink."

"please."

The three of them walked into the restaurant and sat on the ground. Alhan was in China for the first half of his life and liked this gang dish. The food for lunch today was arranged. It didn't matter to Zhao Can. As long as it was not a hand-pie, he could accept it because his hands were used to wipe his butt, or to cough cough to his wife... You know what.

Take a seat and have a meal.

"Mr. Zhao, I will think of a way to find the child's ashes for you. As for why it was lost and when it was lost, it's quite strange. Who would steal the ashes? Alas——”

Shaking his head and wondering.

Zhao Can raised his glass and met Alhan Axi, "I'm here to do it." He drank it all in one go.

A Xi: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, Alhan has a wide connection, so there will definitely be a solution."

Zhao Can: "Well, I believe in Alhan."

Zhao Can indeed believe in Alhan. Now he has lost trust in Rajiput. He always feels that Alhan has something hidden from him. Moreover, Rajiput was a partner with Gao Xiaofeng before and supported Gao Xiaofeng in medical research. Of course, there is no evidence to die. Gao Xiaofeng was shot and fell into turbulent flow, so some things naturally cannot be investigated.

On the contrary, Zhao Can trust Alhan now, whom he knows. Of course, the premise is that if the story is not made up, Zhao Can will naturally believe him.

Zhao Can thought about asking Aunt Qing if there were any such things, and used this to determine that Alhan said he was not speaking. However, if he asked, it would be like revealing his whereabouts in India. According to Aunt Qing's personality, she would definitely send someone to investigate what Zhao Can is doing. After investigation, she would naturally find the Taj Mahal. How can the old sorrow be soothed?

Aunt Qing is old, and Zhao Can just want her to spend her old age in peace. At least Aunt Qing is happy now. There is no need to raise her scars unless she finds the child's ashes and takes her back to fulfill Aunt Qing's regret. Zhao Can probably plan this way.

Although I suddenly left and came to New Delhi, it was abominable to my wife. There was nothing I could do. Some things I couldn't wait for had to be completed.

After the meal, Alhan handed Zhao Can an invitation.

"Young Master Zhao, this is an invitation specially prepared for you."

"Give me?"

"Well, Mr. Santo specially prepared an invitation for you, and you are invited to attend the Princess' engagement banquet tonight."

Zhao Can has a question mark.

Santo?

Zhao Can has never heard of this person.

"Who is this Santo? How could he hand me an invitation?"

Alhan smiled and said, "Young Master Zhao doesn't know that Santo is the princess's fiancé."

"Fiancé?" Zhao Can shook his head, and did not know him, nor did he know the princess, let alone the princess's fiancé.

"Maybe you will meet again after meeting. Santo is not an Indian, but a Chinese."

"Chinese?"

"Well, I don't know much about the princess' fiancé, and I'm not interested in gossiping, but since I gave you an invitation, I must know you. If you attend the engagement banquet tonight, you will see Santo, and you should know him by then."

"Oh..." Zhao Can nodded and put the invitation in, "OK, I'll attend tonight. I wish the two newcomers a happy mood."

"Um."

"Goodbye, see you tonight." Zhao Can folded his hands together and bent over to thank him.

After leaving in Mercedes-Benz, Zhao Can is a young man who loves flavors and delicious food. Every time he goes out, he will taste local food. However, in New Delhi, Zhao Can dare not taste it (covers his face and laughs). Don’t ask, asking, it’s just that his stomach is too pretentious and cannot compare with the locals.

Moreover, when in the hotel, the hotel staff also reminded Zhao Can that foreign tourists should try to go to high-end restaurants when they eat, and do not eat roadside snack bars randomly. This is not a belittlement, but worrying that foreigners cannot adapt to local sanitary conditions. If they have diarrhea, they blame the hotel's dishes for problems. After all, the water quality here is very poor, and the hygiene and other things are the same, so foreigners cannot adapt to the stomach and intestines.

So Zhao Can didn't plan to eat snacks, and there was nothing to eat. When he passed by the street, he saw those snacks. His dark hands were touching the food, and he had no appetite in an instant.

Moreover, there was a smell of urine in the air, and occasionally you could see one or two people who were wielding on the street, which was very disgusting.

What’s even more exaggerated is that you can actually see cows walking on the street at any time! There is also a special park specially built for mice. When you pass by, you see mice that are bigger than cats walking inside. After asking the local people, you will know that mice are very sacred in the local area.

“…”

Speechless.

I don't understand what Ah San is thinking.

I just want to go back to the hotel and stay everywhere.

He quickly returned to the hotel and went upstairs alone. When he opened the door, Zhao Can was stunned and found something was wrong. He was very cautious in New Delhi, so when he went out, he deliberately used transparent tape to stick it on the door.

The transparent tape has not been touched now, which means that someone has been in.

Zhao Can greeted the hotel and did not enter the room when he was no longer in the hotel.

It’s not that Zhao Can hides some secrets inside, but that he is worried that someone will make trouble. In short, it’s always good to be careful when going out.

Zhao Can paused, gently pushed open the door and closed it.

Looking around the entire living room, it was the same when I left in the morning. This is a 300-square-meter presidential suite with a study, three bedrooms, and a cloakroom.

Zhao Can picked up the baseball stick at the door, walked around in a leisurely manner, lifted the curtains, and raised the stick, but no one was there.

Crunch-

I gently pushed open the study and looked around for no one.

The other two rooms are also uninhabited, and only the master bedroom is left.

Zhao Can walked into the master bedroom step by step. The master bedroom had a bathroom. Zhao Can pushed open the wardrobe door and there were only a few pieces of his clothes inside, no one was there, and no one was in the curtains.

Maybe I was over-thinking?

Or maybe the hotel has come in.

Anyway, Zhao Can's possessions were not lost.

Naturally, I feel relieved.

Throw the baseball bat onto the ground and rolled under the bed.

Zhao Can took off his clothes, walked into the bathroom and soaked in the bathtub, enjoying the comfort brought by the spa.

"gentlemen?"
To be continued...