Mr. Qin has not confessed today

Chapter 127 He Was Too Cold
Qing He snorted: "Little white-eyed wolf~"

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After Qing He left, Xiao Qingyi took over the insulation box from Mo Linfeng.

There are three layers in total, ten dumplings on one layer, and three flavors: shrimp and fish stuffing, carrot and beef stuffing, mushroom and green vegetable stuffing.

Steaming hot, with a layer of white water vapor floating; familiar smell, mother's smell...

Xiao Qingyi leaned against the car door, and under the dim streetlights, he ate every thirty dumplings without a single one left.

There is no sense of fullness, as if unsatisfied, unfinished, but the bottom of my heart is full of warmth.

She put away the lunch box, raised her eyes, and met the young man's delicate eyebrows.

His icy blue pupils glowed with a magnificent brilliance, unfathomable and too cold.

Xiao Qingyi was in a trance for a second, as if discovering that his pupils were this color for the first time, and asked, "Your eyes...?"

Mo Linfeng explained coldly: "...naturally."

Xiao Qingyi said indifferently, "It's a bit like a half-breed."

Mo Linfeng didn't respond to her directly, took the lunch box from her, and said in a young and mature indifferent tone: "Next time, eat slowly, no one will grab you, girls have to be careful."

Xiao Qingyi: "..."

"Is it tasty?"

Mother's taste is unique in the world, how can it be bad.

Xiao Qingyi's eyes were warm and soft, and he nodded: "Aunt Mo is very good at cooking, and it is a blessing to be her son and daughter." After a short pause, he took a deep breath, and said lightly, "I'll go with you to see her Bar."

Mo Linfeng's eyes darkened slightly, and his face was expressionless: "Today is my sister's birthday, and she has only passed her first seven days. Mom..., she is in a bad mood today."

When Mo Linfeng mentioned this, Xiao Qingyi suddenly remembered that November 11st in the Gregorian calendar was Bai Qingyi's birthday.

It was clear that Tsing Yi had only died not long ago, but she was in a daze as if it had been a century.

It turned out that it had only been more than ten days since she was reborn through soul transmigration!

One of the tragedies in the world: white-haired people give away black-haired people; Xiao Qingyi can probably empathize with Mo Li's pain.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her eyes were a little wet and red, she was a little irritable, and wanted to smoke again.

She pinched the center of her eyebrows and asked, "Is her injury better?"

Mo Linfeng didn't see Xiao Qingyi's strangeness, and replied: "The doctor said that the stitches can be removed the day after tomorrow."

Xiao Qingyi nodded: "The day after tomorrow, I will ask Sister Qinghe to go with her. I have stitches on my forehead, so I have to find a better doctor, otherwise the scar will be ugly after all."

"No need." Mo Linfeng refused, his tone indifferent, "Mom doesn't like to trouble others."

Xiao Qingyi lightly touched his frowning brows, and said for a long time, "Go back and spend more time with her these few days." After a pause, he added, "Tell Aunt Mo that this is not the old society, and the law will eventually give your sister A confession."

Mo Linfeng took a deep look at Xiao Qingyi, hummed, turned around and disappeared into the night.

After he left, Xiao Qingyi vomited all the dumplings that he had eaten earlier.

It is the kind that comes suddenly, without warning, and vomits cleanly.

After she vomited, she stood up, leaned against the wrought-iron utility pole behind her, raised her neck slightly, and stared at the night sky in a daze.

Bai Qingyi's death was Mo Li's grief; every day the truth hadn't surfaced, Mo Li would suffer one more day.

Xiao Qingyi couldn't help thinking that she vomited, probably because she was in a bad mood...

Mo Li, that great woman who gave Bai Qingyi all the care, was her mother; it was impossible for her to turn a blind eye to bad news about her.

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(End of this chapter)