Mr. Qin has not confessed today

Chapter 208 Qin Huai's Heart Sinks

The imperial capital is obviously capable of running amok and domineering, but it depends on strength to rise to the top.

Now is the critical moment of the presidential election. Whether it is An Shinan in the imperial capital or Qin Zheng in Shengjing, they are all the focus of the media, and of course they are also the attention of the dignitaries whose relationship has extended to the Red Sandalwood Palace.

Jiang Xiaolin is one of them, and choosing a team is very important.

Qin Huai looked at the half-hanging crescent moon outside the window, the light moonlight seemed to blow away the palace walls, and gradually floated like smoke from the past, as if when they were young, they were still brothers and sisters.

He said lightly, "No." His voice was rarely calm, and there seemed to be a touch of relief behind that warm voice, "I just passed by in a hurry."

Jiang Xiaolin ordered someone to turn off his precious phonograph, and then he asked carefully, "Are you standing in line?"

Qin Huai hummed lightly, "If there is nothing else to do, hang up."

The weather has been dry recently, and Jiang Xiaolin's cough has become more and more serious.

When Qin Huai's voice fell, he let out a low, muffled cough that was louder than a loud one. The cough seemed like he was about to push out if he couldn't catch his breath. His breathing was heavy, as if it was pressing on Qin Huai's heart.

It took him a long time to get over the coughing, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he was obviously struggling to speak but with a lazy smile, "By the way, don't forget about tomorrow's laboratory work."

Qin Huai's eyes darkened, and his voice was clear, "Yes."

After finishing speaking very coldly, he hung up the phone.

At this time, Qing He who changed Xiao Qingyi's clothes came over.

There was a trace of solemnity on Qing He's face, he hesitated for a few seconds, and repeated the nonsense that Xiao Qingyi said in the bathroom with Qin Huai word for word, and then said: "I changed clothes for Yiyi earlier, and found that She... She has a half-moon-shaped peach-colored birthmark on her body, which is at the heart." After a pause, she added, "It wasn't there yesterday."

Yesterday at Crouching Dragon Mountain, Xiao Qingyi was dying of dysmenorrhea. Qing He took care of her personally. She also brought hot water to wipe Xiao Qingyi's body, so she knew about it.

Therefore, when a half-moon-shaped peach-colored birthmark suddenly appeared, Qing He dared not be careless.

However, apart from Qin Huai's clear and deep eyes, there was no trace of emotion on his face.

However, his whole body looked a little cold, the coldness seemed to come from between the hair and skin, and the chill was overwhelming.

He asked Qing He coldly: "Is she still making trouble?"

Qing He didn't dare to meet Qin Huai's cold gaze, she lowered her head slightly, and responded respectfully: "It's still a little fussy. Wrapped in a quilt, she refuses to poke her head out..."

Qin Huai frowned: "When will ginger soup be ready?"

"Aunt Mo is helping to take care of the fire, I'll go over and have a look."

Hearing this, Qin Huai thought for a moment, then told Qing He: "Find an appropriate time to ask Aunt Mo if her daughter Bai Qingyi also has a special birthmark."

Hearing this, Qing He was a little surprised, but still nodded in response: "Hey."

After Qinghe went down, Qin Huai returned to Xiao Qingyi's room.

The temperature in the room has obviously risen, much warmer than outside.

Qin Huai felt a little bored, so he unbuttoned the two buttons on his neckline, but it still didn't relieve him. He always felt a little impetuous for no reason, and finally took off the tunic suit with the round neck on his body, and then put it on his lap.

There is a humidifier in the room, Qin Huai turned on the humidifier first, and then steered the wheelchair to Xiao Qingyi's bed.

The bed the little girl sleeps on is an old-fashioned six-poster canopy bed with a mortise and tenon structure, and the bed is carved with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, which is more elegant.

I heard the old man say that sleeping on a canopy bed can lead to good fortune and longevity. This bed was specially customized by old folk artists in the early years, and it is afraid that it is rare in the market now.

(End of this chapter)