Mr. Qin has not confessed today

Chapter 118
Fortunately, Qin Huai only massaged for a short while before putting down the clothes she had pulled up.

Xiao Qingyi was still a little girl after all, she seemed to have been frightened quite a bit, her little face was blushing, and she was buried in the pillow all the time, not daring to raise her head.

Qin Huai casually placed the secret ointment on the bedside table, looking at the little guy who wished he could get his whole body into the pillow, interest flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

He just watched silently and boundlessly like this, with a concentrated expression, deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, so quiet that he couldn't even sense his breathing.

The farm house is a bit old, with white walls and black tiles, and angled eaves, quite in the style of Jiangnan famous people.

The windows were not closed, and the wind in the outskirts of the city was a bit strong, and the curtains were easily blown open.

When the wind blows, the whole room looks deserted.

Xiao Qingyi could only hear the wind blowing and tugging at the curtains, but could not sense any trace of Qin Huai's presence.

gone?

She hesitated in her heart, and raised her hand to rub her face. It was unbelievably hot, which shocked her greatly.

Because he was not sure whether Qin Huai had left or not, Xiao Qingyi pricked up his ears and listened for a while, and after feeling that there was really nothing that belonged to a man, he took a long breath of relief.

She raised her face from the pillow, and the moment she turned her head, what she met was Qin Huai's peach blossom eyes.

I don't know if it was her delusion, but blood flashed across the eyes of such a starry river, which made her feel obvious fear from the bottom of her heart.

Xiao Qingyi was a little scared, but at this moment Qin Huai said, "Don't cover yourself like this next time." He calmed down and said, "It's windy at night, close the windows."

After leaving this sentence, Qin Huai turned the wheelchair and left.

Xiao Qingyi was a little puzzled, she always felt that when Qin Huai left, he was in a very bad mood.

She stayed there for a while before going to close the window.

After closing the window, she found her mobile phone on the bed, thinking about asking Qing He.

As a result, when he turned on the phone, he saw the message from Zhaizhu.

The content is extremely simple: [Empty? 】

Xiao Qingyi squinted her eyes, wondering why the other party must be looking for her urgently.

She edited a question mark and sent it.

After posting, she opened Qing He's WeChat and asked: [Uncle, are there any taboos that cannot be violated? 】

At this time, Qing He was roasting dried mangoes, dried strawberries, and dried purple sweet potatoes beside the earthen stove, Qin Huai ordered her to make these.

Qin Huai said that the little girl is greedy, so she asked her to prepare some snacks to satisfy her cravings, and usually put them in her schoolbag, so that she can satisfy her cravings when commuting to and from school and between classes.

Qing He put the ingredients into the oven and sealed the oven mouth before replying to Xiao Qingyi's WeChat:
[I heard from Uncle Fu that the eldest son was almost smothered to death with a pillow when he was young, so he never touched other pillows except the medicine pillow. 】

In fact, Qing He couldn't figure out what the bottom line that Qin Huai could not violate was.

But Qin Huai never touched pillows other than medicine pillows, this is well known in Qin Huai's mansion.

After Xiao Qingyi read the news, he was silent for a few seconds: 【Okay, got it. 】

She was a little bored and wanted to smoke, but couldn't.

So she went to the window and opened a window.

The wind carries the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and blows towards the face, taking away some dryness, followed by a large area of ​​desolate daze... and a heavy depression that is too heavy to breathe.

She didn't know what kind of little-known past Qin Huai had, but just thinking about what Qing He said was enough to make her feel... the slightest bit of distress about Qin Huai's past.

How hard must it be for the eldest son of the Qin family who has no father and no mother to live to this day?
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　PS: I highly recommend my friend Tang Feiran to present the red text: "If you don't work hard, you can only inherit the throne"

　　Introduction: In her previous life, she forbeared and gave way, and in the end she suffered the pain of cutting her face. She lived a new life, and just tore up that pair of dogs, but she was targeted by the current generation again!

　　There are wolves in the front and tigers and leopards in the back, only men are welcome!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)