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Luo Ya'er followed the guest's gaze and saw a lifelike painting.

That was Xu Yan's portrait, which Luo Yaer had specially painted for Xu Yan when she went out sketching some time ago.

At that time, Xu Yan was sitting on the lawn with a ginkgo tree as her back, reading a book under the tree, looking like a girl born in the scholarly family during the Republic of China era.

Luo Ya'er felt that the scene was so beautiful that she couldn't take her eyes off, so she raised her pen to paint such a portrait for Xu Yan.

Seeing this guest saw this painting, Luo Yaer immediately praised, "This gentleman really has a vision, I will wrap it up for you."

Very few people who come to the store buy portraits of people, and they usually buy something with artistic conception and profound meaning.

Xu Yan's portrait had just been mounted not long after it was mounted, but it was unexpected that someone would like it soon.

When the man bought his favorite work, he couldn't help feeling very good, "Thank you, boss."

Luo Ya'er was anxious to go home, took the painting off and took it to the counter to start packaging.

When she passed by Xu Yan, she whispered to Xu Yan, "You wait for me here, I'll be here soon."

Xu Yan didn't answer, but kept looking at the figure in front of him.

This figure is really familiar, so familiar that it makes her blood coagulate and her nerves are tight.

For an instant.

The man turned around and saw the woman in front of him, his eyes flickered slightly.

His three-dimensional features are so handsome, with a touch of frivolousness and handsomeness in his delicate appearance, and a touch of gentleness and domineering in his handsomeness.

The temperament that he exudes is very complicated, like a mixture of various temperaments, with a touch of indifference, but also gentle and elegant.

He walked to Xu Yan, his thin lips curled up slightly, his tone was gentle, "So it's you."

Xu Yan's pupils shrank suddenly.

She looked at him, her well-crafted face was full of angular Leng Jun, her dark and bright eyes seemed to be able to look through past and present lives, and her face was fascinating with charming colors.

Xu Yanyu's eyelashes trembled lightly, staring at the man in front of her blankly, an inexplicable pain in her heart.

"You are not dead..." Her voice trembled fiercely, "Xiao Mo...you are not dead..."

The man squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Xu Yan for unknown reasons, and said warmly: "This lady, what are you talking about? Did you admit the wrong person? I'm not Xiao Mo, I'm Xia Lang."

Sharan?

Xu Yan frowned when Xu Yan heard the strange name, and his eyes were incredible.

The face in front of him was obviously Xiao Mo.

She could not admit her mistake.

Xu Yan suddenly looked serious, "You lie, you are obviously Xiao Mo."

It was here that Xiao Mo tried to approach her for the first time. At that time, he also used the excuse of buying paintings to deliberately attract her attention.

The same place, the same thing, how could it not be Xiao Mo?

Two years later, they met again here.

But why this time, Xiao Mo pretended not to know her.

Xia Lang pursed her lips and emphasized again: "This lady, I am really not Xiao Mo."

Xu Yan raised her head slightly: "Then why did you just say that sentence?"

He said, it was you.

Doesn't this mean that he knows her?

Xu Yan couldn't understand what Xiao Mo was playing, could it be that he was trying to catch him?

Sharan's mind turned quickly. He knew that he had been misunderstood just now, and he explained immediately.

"Because the painting I just bought was exactly you, and when I turned around, I saw the person in the painting. I was surprised for a while and blurted out, not wanting to misunderstand the lady."

Xia Lang spoke very politely, and he was totally different from Xiao Mo at the time.

He now looks like a gentle, mature and stable man.

Such a conversation and such a temperament made Xu Yan think of a person, Leng Bohan.

Xu Yan has met many people in her life, but the gentlest man she has ever met is Leng Bohan.

She thought that she would never meet someone like Leng Bohan again in her life.

But the man in front of her gave her such an illusion.

Yes, it is an illusion.

This person wearing Xiao Mo's skin could not be Sharan.

He is Xiao Mo.

Xu Yan is 100% sure.

"Don't pretend!" Xu Yan's expression became solemn, and his face was solemn, "Xiao Mo, are you so interesting? Why do you want to change your name? Why do you pretend not to know me?"

Is Xiao Mo blaming her?

Blame her for driving Wen Zimei to a dead end, blame her for killing them?

Xu Yan couldn't understand.

Xiao Mo was standing in front of her alive now, but he made this strange look.

Did he do it on purpose?

Xu Yan didn't feel guilty about Xiao Mo's death, because she never thought of killing Xiao Mo from beginning to end.

On the contrary, she also hoped that Xiao Mo would live well and live well for herself.

Xu Yan has always had a question in his mind about what happened back then.

Was it really Xiao Mo who stabbed Mu Nanfeng on the cliff that time?

Is it really him?

Was it really Xiao Mo who was going to put them to death back then?

Since Xiao Mo died, Xu Yan has asked herself this question countless times in her heart.

The answer to this question is very important. This is the beginning of her hostility towards Xiao Mo.

If they had mistaken the manipulator from the beginning, then Xiao Mo would undoubtedly have carried the scapegoat for others.

If they keep confessing their opponents by mistake, then Xiao Mo is innocent.

Xu Yan couldn't wait to ask, she was sure that Xiao Mo was in front of her.

She asked again: "Tell me, were you the one who wanted to kill Mu Nanfeng on the cliff back then?"

Xu Yan kept staring at Xia Lang, she didn't dare to miss the slightest detail, she wanted to find the answer in his eyes.

The look in a person's eyes cannot deceive anyone.

Sharan frowned, and she was in the mist when asked by her series of questions.

His eyes were filled with helplessness, "Miss, you really admitted the wrong person."

With such indifferent eyes, Xu Yan's heart suddenly choked.

Isn't he really Xiao Mo?

Xu Yan began to doubt herself.

But... how could there be two people who look exactly the same in this world, with exactly the same height, exactly the same face, and exactly the same face.

This is too nonsense.

Xu Yan stiffened slightly, staggering and almost fell.

Fortunately, Luo Ya'er rushed over in time and held her waist in time.

"What's wrong with you, Yan Yan?" Luo Ya'er didn't notice Sharan's face, but was anxious to care about Xu Yan's state.

She held the painting in one hand and Xu Yan in the other, with worry on her face.

Xu Yan stared at Xia Lang, pointing at Xia Lang, "Ya'er...he..."

Luo Ya'er looked in the direction of Xu Yan's hand, suddenly widening her eyes.

"Xiao Mo!"

"You are Xiao Mo!"

"You are not dead!"

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