“Mother!”Janet watched her mother fall into the car and rolled into the green belt.

She did not even know that her mother was still alive, she did not know whether she could see her mother, why all the separation in life came so suddenly, every word may be a last word, what did they do wrong in the family, why should they encounter such a change?

The car was very dark, I couldn't see how many people, someone grabbed Jane's arm and covered her mouth, so she was not allowed to continue to scream.

Janet remembered his mother's words, what was the last living person in the Jane's family?What does it mean to admit that she is not named Jane?

Covered her mouth and couldn’t be called out, Jane’s eyes widened, and looking at the end of the darkness, she was tugging into the car for a moment and saw several familiar faces, who she knew who they were.If something happens to the mother, if a mother's hair is damaged, if she can still live, she must make them pay!

The deep hatred of blood can only be paid for by blood!

The car drove very fast, with a rapid rush, seemed to be hiding from the pursuit of another passerby, about half an hour before the speed gradually came down, the car also stabilized, this feeling made Janet feel very familiar - with the group of people who kidnapped her yesterday seems to be the same.

Finally, the car stopped and it was about to reach its destination.

The hand that covered Jane's mouth had long since been loosened, someone pulled the car door, someone reached out, and the attitude was very respectful: "Miss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to make you frightened."There's someone waiting for you."

Jane's blood had long since been hot to cold, and all her fears were due to fear of her mother, and since her mother spoke to her in that kind of farewell, it showed that everything was irreparable.

Jenning thought to the worst of the outcome, is Mom dead?Just like every time she is not careful, no, not a little careless, even if she has to go to the heart to be careful, her loved relatives are still one by one away from her.

At the worst of times, Janet calmed down instead, seeing their respectful attitude towards her, and she smiled and asked, “Who is the person inside?”Why bring me here?”

The other person did not answer her, but her face was very ordinary, and even smiled: "You know when you go in."

Jane Ning went out, laughing and walking forward, this is a somewhat old villa, some walls even have traces of climbing tigers.

They kept putting her on the balcony on the third floor, and they left again, and brought the door, as if to leave her to talk alone with someone.

The door closed behind, Janening did not look back, the eyes of the man in the black suit in front of him.

The man heard the voice turning his head, until he could see his face, Jane's eyes were shrunk, his eyes could not help but go down, and he was fixed on the ring finger of the man's right hand.

Everything seemed to have an answer, and the man in front of him was the half-face that Mo Jiang’s mother had photographed with her when she was young.

Janet suddenly wanted to laugh, and she finally understood why her mother said she could not recognize the face but knew the wedding ring in her hand...

This man, about 50 years old, the body is slender and straight, majestic and warm, is a good family and status of the figure.Coincidentally, this man, Jane Ning, also knows that he is the family of the Qin family of the celebrity family in C City, Qin Zewei's father - Qin Yuming.

Janening grew up in C Mayor, Jane's family and Qin Tsewei, Gu Jingchen's family was a world-time relationship, if it is based on the generation, she will also call him Uncle Qin.

When Jane Ning looked at Qin Yuming, Qin Yuming was also looking at her, and there was no sharpness in his eyes, only a little inexplicable meaning, and half-since said: "...You look like your mother."

Janen stared into his eyes, blinking, no panic, no fear, only a pang of calm: “My mother is dead.Who are you?”

Qin Yuming's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, footsteps, toward Janening step by step, he looked at her, his hand reached out to touch her head, and took it back, sighed: "Little Mo, I think... I should be the father of your blood."