Mr. Qin has not confessed today

Chapter 145 Her Peach Blossom Eyes Are Misty
With a palpitation in his heart, a trace of humble sweetness passed inexplicably.

Qin Huai didn't wait for her answer, looked at her upturned face, and seemed to be gentle in a trance: "Does it still hurt?"

What Qin Huai asked was her forehead, which actually hurt a little, but it didn't hurt too much. After all, she has strong self-healing ability, and the wound has completely scabbed over.

She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Qin Huai hummed, looked down at the scar under her nose that was already very faded, and after a few seconds, "It's faded a lot, it seems that the new ointment is very effective."

Xiao Qingyi received the new ointment sent from Nanyang three days ago, and she rubbed it on time every morning, noon and evening for these three days.

It may be that she has been worrying a lot recently, and she didn't pay much attention to her face.

So when Qin Huai mentioned it, she just smiled and didn't feel much.

However, when she finished taking a bath in the natural hot spring on the mountain an hour later, she inadvertently cast a glance at herself in the mirror, and she was stunned.

There are many kinds of cents, and if she can't think of anything unexpected, one day in the near future, her beauty should belong to the most aggressive kind.

The girl in the mirror has an enchanting figure, a standard oval face that is rosy, a pair of black and white peach blossom eyes that are misty, and the facial features are all stunning, and when combined together, they are even more charming, but this delicate and charming There is also a little bit of aura of ignorance in the world...

It can be said without shame that when the scars on her face completely disappear, she will be incomparable to the hottest female star in the entertainment industry today.

Xiao Qingyi approached a little closer, propped his chin and looked at it for a while, as if he was quite satisfied with this face.

The Buddha Pagoda and Wolong Palace on Wolong Mountain are specially guarded and cared for, but there are not many people, only four people in total.

It was Master Compassionate who brought Xiao Qingyi a change of clothes. It was a retro cheongsam with very soft silk and satin, with blue and white strokes and elegant colors.

Xiao Qingyi actually didn't really want to wear it, because she was not used to these well-behaved clothes, it was too restrictive.

She asked Cixin: "Master Cixin... um... do you have any other clothes? Or the monk's robe you wear."

The compassionate teacher replied with a gentle smile: "Miss, your mother lived on the mountain for a while before her death, and the cheongsam is a relic she left on the mountain." I sent someone to carefully lock all the little things into a box, and when you and the eldest son go down the mountain, I will ask someone to carry them into the car for you and take them down the mountain..."

Xiao Qingyi pursed his lips, "Thank you, Master."

After finishing speaking, she took the cheongsam from Ci Xin, and went behind the screen to change.

Through the screen, she asked Ci Xin while changing her cheongsam: "Uncle, where are you now? I want to go find him later."

"There are guests on the mountain, and the eldest son is receiving them in the wing room."

Xiao Qingyi changed into the cheongsam and came out from behind the screen.

She lowered her head and buttoned the buckle around her neck, and asked curiously, "Who is it? Do you know him?"

Ci Xin looked at her, feeling a little excited, "Miss, you really look like your mother..." As she spoke, she stepped forward to help Xiao Qingyi straighten her wrinkled collar, and then answered her question, "I know, yes People from the Jiang family."

Xiao Qingyi raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her head, and let out a nonchalant oh.

Ci Xin felt that Xiao Qingyi's hair was thick and long, and it would look better when it was coiled.

She enthusiastically suggested: "Miss, may I help you with a bun?"

Xiao Qingyi also felt that wearing a cheongsam with disheveled hair was a bit nondescript, she bent her eyes, smiled and pursed her lips: "Okay, thank you, Master Compassionate."

(End of this chapter)