1595: It Seems that There Is No Amnesia (3 More)

"Third brother?"

Pan Baohua reluctantly said, "Let's go now? Forget [www.biqugex.co], let them fight."

Xia Xiaolan didn't know why Fine beat Harold.

Harold is not a vegetarian, can he still stand still and be beaten? The two men fought on the stairs with one punch and one foot.

There are many people running towards this direction, Harold's bodyguard and Fine's sidekick.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Pan Baohua went upstairs to protect Xia Xiaolan.

A middle-aged woman looked at the fight on the stairs with an angry face:

"Fine!"

The makeup of the woman is very light, and the dress is not high-profile, but it has a better temperament than the noble lady piled up with Chinese clothes and jewelry.

She was born in 1940 and is 46 years old this year. She looks at least seven or eight years younger than her real age.

Such a woman is unattractive, her appearance is not aggressive, her facial features are pleasing to the eye, and she is very attractive.

She is none other than Xu Zhongyi's ex-wife, Grandma Yu's ex-daughter-in-law, and the current city councilor's wife, Cui Yiru!

"Hello, Mrs. Zhang."

Xia Xiaolan rushed to Cui Yiru.

She looked at Xia Xiaolan and frowned, "I don't know you, who are you?"

With two bodyguards by her side, she wanted to step forward, but Pan Baohua pressed down on their shoulders: "I advise everyone to calm down. If you can, don't use force. I have always liked peace. I just want to talk to your congressman's wife, don't you? She's bigger than the President's wife?"

Cui Yiru was uncomfortable being run by Pan Baohua.

Of course she is no match for the President's wife.

Even the president's wife must be close to the people to the outside world, otherwise how can she get votes.

"It doesn't matter, let her come over, I want to hear what she has to say."

Cui Yiru has been staying in the small hall upstairs, and has not come downstairs to attend the dance. Her son was fighting with Harold on the stairs. Rarely, she quickly adjusted her mind and sat back in the small hall again.

"Tell me, who are you, and what do you have to do with me?"

Xia Xiaolan smiled, "I'm sorry to bother you, I don't know if you've heard my name, or I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Xia Xiaolan, I'm from China, and I'm from southern Henan province. Madam still remembers this place in southern Henan. Bar?"

Cui Yiru's eyebrows trembled slightly.

"I know you. Tina mentioned you. She was going to the dance today, but she didn't say that you were from southern Henan."

Xia Xiaolan didn't want to know why Tina didn't come to the dance, she just wanted to know what Cui Yiru thought: "I wonder if Madam has thought of Henan, it's been 20 years since you left Henan to the United States. In the past 20 years, many things have happened. Everything has changed.”

Xia Xiaolan handed the remade family photo to Cui Yiru.

"I originally wanted to take it slow and try to be polite, but when I thought about an old man who had been waiting for 20 years, I felt that every minute of testing was wasting her life... No matter what happened in the past, I think Madam owes her an explanation."

What Xia Xiaolan gave to Cui Yiru was the family portrait provided by Grandma Yu.

Compared with the family photo of Cui Yiru's new family, the previous photo-taking skills were not good.

But Xia Xiaolan felt that as long as Cui Yiru didn't lose her memory, she should have recognized this photo.

Xia Xiaolan thought about many possibilities, but she didn't expect Cui Yiru to be so excited. She looked at the photo and burst into tears: "This... this is... where did you get the photo, why is there this photo!"

Cui Yiru actually grabbed Xia Xiaolan's hand.

Her fingers are slender, and her skin is more delicate than that of a young girl like Xia Xiaolan.

Holding hands with such a woman is a joy.

It's just that she has a lot of strength, which doesn't match Cui Yiru's temperament.

Xia Xiaolan struggled to break free, "It's not surprising that I have this photo, what I'm even more curious about is the reaction of the lady, I thought you would deny it!"

Cui Yiru was emotional:

"Why should I deny it? This is... Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Cui Yiru doesn't know at all?

Xia Xiaolan tried to find a flaw in her expression.

But Cui Yiru's eyes were flushed, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, so she really couldn't see any acting.

Could it be that Cui Yiru has really been kept in the dark for many years?

Xia Xiaolan is not so silly and sweet.

She doesn't trust Cui Yiru too much.

"Deng deng deng-"

Someone quickly went upstairs and came to the small hall, but it was Faen with a bright face.

Fahn's eyes were swollen, he should have been beaten by Harold, and he didn't know who had the upper hand in the fight between the two.

Mrs. Wilson followed Fine upstairs.

Cui Yiru put away the photo and wiped the corner of her eyes.

"My friend, I'm so sorry!"

Mrs. Wilson knew why Fine and Harold fought. Tonight's dance was ruined, and many guests were whispering. As soon as Mrs. Wilson calmed down the guests, she came up to apologize to Cui Yiru.

I didn't expect Xia Xiaolan to be here too.

Mrs. Wilson suppressed her strange emotions, "Harold's side—"

"Cynthia, my friend, it's not your fault, you can't decide for others. I saw it with my own eyes, it was Fine who moved first, and I should apologize. Fine ruined your well-prepared dance."

With Mrs. Wilson around, there was no way to go any further on this matter.

Xia Xiaolan also knew that it was inappropriate. She had already confirmed that Cui Yiru did not suffer from amnesia, so there was no need to worry.

"I will not disturb the two ladies."

Cui Yiru opened her mouth to stop Xia Xiaolan, but she took Pan Baohua downstairs.

Fine moved, "What did you tell my mother to make her cry?"

Xia Xiaolan opened her innocent eyes:

"Haven't you thought about it? Your mother will cry, perhaps because her son is an adult, but he is impulsive and childish under the appearance of a gentleman, and is crying in anger."

"...!"

Pan Baohua endured the hardships, but if he hadn't held back hard, he would have laughed.

After Xia Xiaolan finished speaking, she didn't care about how ugly Faen's expression was, and went downstairs by herself.

Fine's eyes were swollen, and Harold wasn't much better. His mouth was torn and his carefully groomed hairstyle was messy.

Harold came up.

Xia Xiaolan was very resistant, "Please, I don't want to be the focus of all the guests, they may guess that your beating has something to do with me, Harold, it's okay if you let the gmp people misunderstand, I got that from it. Good. But not this time, and I don’t want to be the target of rich people on the Upper East Side anymore.”

Harold touched the corner of his ragged mouth, laughed in anger, and gave Xia Xiaolan a thumbs up.

"you are great!"

Such a woman who turned her face like a book, Harold opened his eyes.

Who was he dancing with just now?

Is that Xia Xiaolan?

Now that I think about it, it is so unreal, as if everything is his fantasy.