Mr. Qin has not confessed today

Chapter 183 His Poetry
Mo Li's body shook violently, and cracks appeared in the depths of his pupils, red as if blood would overflow in the next second.

The soft voice of the girl next to my ear continued, "Shh~, don't be impulsive...go back and tell you, okay?"

Mo Li didn't move, and let the girl hug her for a while, gradually calming down.

She couldn't tell why, but she just trusted the girl's words for no reason, and nodded silently.

Seeing her calm down, Xiao Qingyi let go of her and walked forward.

As soon as she approached, Bai Shuiling looked at her with a pair of beautiful almond eyes, and she was extremely impressed by the masked girl in front of her.

It was because of this dead girl that not only made her kneel down in the ancestral hall at the Bai family's condolences that day, but also caused her to break off her engagement with Jiang Weimin.

It is impossible to say no to hate.

She narrowed her eyes sharply and frowned, "Are you the girl Shui Xi said lived in the Qinhuai mansion?"

Xiao Qingyi answered irrelevantly, and said with a smile, "Hi, Miss Bai. Excuse me, where are Bai Qingyi's ashes?"

Bai Shuiling raised her eyebrows, "Miss Xiao's surname is neither Bai nor Mo, this is a private matter of our Bai family, does it have anything to do with you?"

Hearing this, Xiao Qingyi laughed.

She said indifferently: "...how could it be irrelevant? Miss Bai Qingyi is the unmarried fiancee of our patriarch's son. She died suddenly, not to mention that she was burnt to ashes, and she will suffer this kind of ordeal. You said yes lightly. After chasing after her, but her bones were gone, and her bones and ashes were scattered, you said that if my paternal son knew about it, would he blame you..."

The color of Bai Shuiling's eyes changed, and she said coquettishly to the old ancestor of the Bai family sitting in the high hall: "...Grandma, this girl has a clever mouth that can speak well, and what she said seems to be intentional by her great-granddaughter... "

The ancestors of the Bai family had no affection for Bai Shuiling who had bumped into her. She said, "I don't know what kind of virtue you are? It's not impossible for that girl to suspect you. How many stupid things have you done? Like a mirror..."

Bai Shuiling's expression changed: "Grandma..., even if you don't like your great-granddaughter, you wouldn't slander me like this..."

The ancestor of the Bai family looked at her and was an eyesore: "The girl asked you, where are the ashes?"

Bai Shuiling's red eyes were aggrieved, and she said softly, "The urn is broken, and it's being enshrined in the ancestral hall now."

"Don't meddle in this matter." The old lady was quite dissatisfied with her errand, and called her own people, "Ah Fu, you lead the guests to pick it up yourself."

"Yes."

After the sound fell, Xiao Qingyi turned around, walked in front of Mo Linfeng, and ordered: "You take Aunt Mo over there, I have other things."

The young man gave a cold grunt, and led Mo Li, who was completely absent, to follow Ah Fu out.

Here, after watching them leave, Xiao Qingyi nodded slightly to Patriarch Bai: "Grandma, if you have no other orders, I'll go find uncle."

Patriarch Bai happened to have something to do with Bai Shuiling, so he didn't leave Xiao Qingyi behind. She smiled and said, "Good boy, I'll let someone lead you there."

Xiao Qingyi: "Thank you, grandma."

"It's so cute, it looks like my family." Patriarch Bai missed Bai You more and more, and couldn't help feeling sad, "Girl, if you have time, come to my birthday hall and walk around. My old lady has hidden a lot of strange gadgets... "

Xiao Qingyi didn't know why the old lady liked her so much, maybe it was true as the old lady said, she was like that girl named Bai Youyou.

……

Five minutes later, Xiao Qingyi appeared in a warm pavilion.

Across a screen, two men sat facing each other. In front of them was a chessboard with scattered chess pieces.

The man in the wheelchair was drinking tea, the thin smoke spread out from his eyes, the hazy like cooking smoke, revealing a touch of poetry far away from the hustle and bustle.

Probably seeing her, he put down the extremely well-made teacup in his hand, and waved to her: "Come here."

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