Chapter 897: A trip to the black market

Translator: 549690339

Thunder owl’s gaze immediately swept over.

&Quot; lend me your car. I’m going to find the sacred hands. &Quot;

Lin Hanxing rubbed her nose. She had called Xi Bao as soon as she came back.

She must be on her way to the black market now.

Without another word, Lei Xiao threw the car keys he had prepared earlier to her.

Downstairs, mother Lei was sitting and listening to father Lei’s lecture.

Based on his understanding of his wife, father Lei managed to get the information out of Yuan Bao without batting an eyelid.

Mother Lei’s head drooped lower and lower.

His shoulders couldn’t help but shake.

Father Lei’s voice became lower and lower, until it disappeared.

After a while, he reached out and poked his wife’s shoulder.

Mother Lei covered her face with both hands and shrugged her shoulders even faster. She did not give father Lei any response.

“Well, it’s not like I can’t eat a little ...”

Father Lei’s voice was tense, as if he was compromising.

Mother Lei remained silent, but father Lei became more and more uneasy.

Lin Hanxing and Lei Xiao walked down the stairs.

! Where are you going! My daughter-in! Law!”

“First aunt ...”

Just as father Lei reached out to hold his wife, mother Lei raised her head and ran towards Lin Hanxing!

And his precious grandson.

“......”

There were no tears on his face.

I’ve been tricked again!

“I’m going out to get something.”

Lin Hanxing paused for a moment. He could see the nervousness in mother Lei’s eyes that she was afraid that she would not come back, so he added.

“I’ll be back soon.”

A smile appeared on mother Lei’s face.

“I bought you a lot of clothes. I’ll wait for you to come back.”

“......”

Can’t you just ignore me?

Father Lei’s expression was bitter ...

..................

When Lin Hanxing arrived, Jiang Xibao was sitting at the entrance of the black market Street and eating meat buns.

It was steaming hot, and it was obvious that it had just been cooked.

Jiang Xibao almost choked when he saw Lin Hanxing getting out of the car.

Her loose fishtail braids were matched with white velvet earmuffs, and she was wearing a pink high-collared dress with a white down jacket. She looked very warm and very ... Soft and cute. Jiang Xibao was caught off guard and felt as if his heart had been hit.

So cute! He really wanted to reach out and touch it!

“Ninth young lady ...”

Jiang Xibao blinked and felt that he was about to melt from her cuteness.

“Are you full?”

Lin Hanxing looked at her with a smile, and Jiang Xibao nodded blankly.

He swallowed the last bite of the meat bun.

She had a feeling that ninth young lady was different from the first time she met her.

The first time, she was beautiful but cold like a sculpture, without any warmth.

However, he did not know when it had started, but the ninth young lady had become more and more humane, making him even more infatuated with her.

He really liked it.

No matter what kind of ninth young lady she was, she liked her very much.

Jiang Xibao stood up and told Lin Hanxing what the mute uncle had told him to do.

“Is Bai Xi alright?”

Lin Hanxing said calmly. Jiang Xibao could hear the concern in his seemingly calm words.

“He looks very sad.”

In fact, Jiang Xibao felt that Bai Xi was already very restrained by not killing Luo Wenbo.

“Just bear with it a little longer, it’ll be done soon ...”

Lin Hanxing’s cold eyes, which did not match his appearance, were extremely lethal.

He just had to endure a little longer.

It was good.

When Lin Hanxing saw sacred hands, he was on the phone in frustration.

Her silver-white hair was very dazzling under the sun. When she saw Lin Hanxing, she signaled for her to sit at the side.

The call didn’t go through.

Sacred hands looked even more irritated.

“What’s up with this Liang yuran?”

“What’s the matter?”

Lin Hanxing raised his head and asked.

“He didn’t answer my calls or reply to my messages. I don’t know what he’s up to.”

Sacred hands casually scratched his head, looking depressed.

“It’s that serious?”

Liang yuran?

historical

Jiang Xibao thought for a moment. Was it the man he met in the hospital last time?

“Yesterday was his mother’s death anniversary.”