C27 What Kind of Man Is He
C27 What Kind of Man Is He
Jiang Nanxi's face turned red from her son's question.
That night, she had lost all hope. She thought that she had only met that man by chance. Maybe she would never see him again in her life. She did not need to know who he was. She also did not want to make her broken heart feel any more stifled.
That was why she left so decisively.
If she had known earlier that after that night, she would have such a good son, she would definitely have found out about that man's eighteen generations of ancestors.
She suddenly thought of something and said, "Wait a minute!"
She returned to her bedroom and took out a small box from the compartment of her suitcase.
She took the small box out and handed it to Jiang Xiaolang. She said, "Baby, forgive me for being in a bad mood and getting drunk again. I really don't know who that person is, and I don't even know what he looks like. However, when I left, I took something from him. Take a look."
Jiang Xiaolang opened the box. Inside was a man's watch. It was a black mechanical watch.
Jiang Xiaolang looked at the sign and knew it was the Rolex Sailor series. The market price was about 100,000 yuan.
This watch should have been worn for a long time. It must have been worn for a long time.
Jiang Xiaolang looked at the watch. The first thing he did was to exclude the tall man he saw from his father's list.
Because at that time, the man's clothes were more than 100,000 yuan. Furthermore, Jiang Xiaolang also noticed that the man's wrist was carrying a piece of Lichadmir that was worth millions.
The reason Jiang Xiaolang knew how to watch was because Mr. Moh was obsessed with watches. He loved collecting world famous watches.
The watches he collected could be opened to a famous museum. But because he was a doctor, he never wore a watch.
He would tell Jiang Xiaolang about his watch whenever he had nothing to do, so Jiang Xiaolang was young and already knew all kinds of famous watches.
Therefore, when he saw the inconspicuous watch, he was slightly disappointed.
Jiang Nanxi looked at Jiang Xiaolang and seemed to be a little unhappy. She quickly said, "Baby, if you want to find your father, you can go and find him as you wish. I have nothing to do with it. Even if you find him, I will not stop you from recognizing him. "
But whether he recognized Xiaolang was hard to say.
Jiang Xiaolang hurriedly hugged Jiang Nanxi and looked up, saying, "Mommy, I'm just curious about who my father is. It doesn't matter if I don't have a father. It's enough for me to have a mommy!"
Jiang Nanxi pointed at Jiang Xiaolang's little nose and smiled. "Silly child, this is your right. But you will always be Mommy's treasure. No one can take it away from you! It is not early now. I have to go to bed."
Jiang Xiaolang kissed his mother and said good night. He returned to his room and took the watch with him.
Jiang Nanxi smiled and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Looking at the night sky, she could not help but wonder what kind of man that night was.
In a villa in a garden not far away, Yeh Beixiao had just sent Gao Zixian back to his room to sleep.
Gao Zixian usually followed Yeh Lanshu and Gao Weitine. Now that his parents were in the hospital, he stuck to his uncle and came to his villa.
Yeh Beixiao did not like strangers around him, so his villa was empty. Every day, the housekeeper of the old house would send a servant to clean it up, so it was very quiet and did not smell like fireworks.
He wore a black bathrobe and sat down on the sofa. He took out his phone again and looked at the information about the woman.