Chapter 297

Yan Tao smiled cynically at the corners of his mouth and leaned against Qin Zong: "in a bad mood?"

Qin Zong looked at the ruffian young man and took the bread out of her mouth. "Eat well."

Looking at what Qin Zong didn't tell himself, Yan Tao shrugged, okay.

She had just finished her breakfast, which was not breakfast, when Feng Wei called.

This morning is the play of men and women. Feng Wei sent her a text message yesterday, saying that he would inform Yantao when they finished shooting.

"Yan Tao, Yu Lin, their play is almost over. You'll be there at about 12 o'clock. We'll make up the final shot." Feng Wei found that it's OK to move the camera when he was finishing with the editing director yesterday.

Yan Tao: "OK, I'll be there in a minute."

Feng Wei smiled and said, "by the way, the green killing banquet tonight is in Room 302 of the Imperial Hotel. Are you free?"

Yantao thought for a moment and agreed.

"Director's phone?"

"Well," Yan Tao nodded, "tell me to go to the green killing banquet in the evening."

Qin Zong lifted his eyelids, moved his thin lips, and swallowed the problem at his mouth. With a grace, he picked up the coat hanging on the hanger, "let's go, I'll take you."

Yan Tao plans to trace Xiao Qi's whereabouts after filming today, so he doesn't pester Qin Zong much.

Anyway, there is still a chance in the future.

Qin Zong sent Yantao out and drove to the coffee shop in the Central Mall.

The shopkeeper is a fashionable young girl with a suspender and short hot pants. She is extremely hot.

Tong Yan * * is a perfect description of her.

She was sitting on the counter watching Korean dramas and crying.

I heard a guest come in, wiped his tears and looked over. I saw the cold and tall man step in.

Fu Yingying cried out, "isn't this our brother Qin? Why do you come to me now?"

Qin Zong's eyes swept over her without waves and waves. Lian Feng, the innermost part of the coffee shop, was frantically waving to him.

"Yes, here, here."

Qin Zong threw down the old rule and sat opposite Lian Feng.

Lian Feng took out a large stack of materials and said, "my Lord, I've checked the 18 generations of Yantao's ancestors this time. Look, my eyes are full of blood..."

Qin Zong hit the nail on the head: "did you find it?"

"Cough, cough," Lian Feng shook his head. "No, since Yan Tao came home at the age of eight, he has checked everything. None of his classmates, friends and relatives is called Yun Kuo. Instead, she is called Gao Kuo. It is her aunt who turned out tens of thousands of miles, but she died early."

"Sir, have you got the wrong name? Maybe it's Li Kuo or Wang Kuo, or Yun is not the surname, and there are surnames ahead? I've added these possibilities, and I don't get much."

Qin Zong: "Yan Tao came home at the age of eight. What's going on?"

The information checked last time was very brief. After all, there was nothing to check on Yan Tao.

Most of the materials are small things bullied by classmates and managers.

There is no matter that Yan Tao came home when he was eight.

Even Feng scratched his head, he felt a little strange: "I don't know the specific reason for sending it home. I asked someone to check it in Qingyang City.

Yantao lived with his parents before he was eight years old. When he was eight years old, he didn't know what had happened. Her father Liu Cheng sent the children back to the Liu family in Qingyang City. He sent money and things back every year, but he never went home to see the children. I called my brother in Qingyang City to inquire. Those who lived with the Liu family didn't know where Yantao's parents were, and no one even knew Yantao's mother's name. "