Ye Qingxin reached out to shake Gu Jiao's hand, and smiled politely: "Nice to meet you, my name is Ye Qingxin."
Gu Jiao smiled, approached Mrs. Yan, took her arm and said coquettishly, "Grandma, you haven't eaten with Jiao Jiao for a long time, and now you have other granddaughters, what should you do if Jiao Jiao gets jealous?"
The words are straightforward, but it is this straightforwardness that gives people a feeling of innocence and simplicity.
Madam Yan pinched Gu Jiao's cheek with a smile, "You, I've been so busy that I can't even look at you, why should I have dinner with you?"
"Oh, no matter how busy I am, as long as grandma calls, I promise to be there right away!" As she said, Gu Jiao playfully raised two fingers as a sign of guarantee, which made Mrs. Yan smile.
After chatting and laughing for a while, Gu Jiao seemed to have thought of something, and turned to Ye Qingxin, "I heard from grandma that you studied fashion design and participated in this fashion design competition hosted by Liangyan? The shortlist was announced on the Internet two days ago. Are you there?"
Ye Qingxin smiled, and said truthfully, "Yes."
Gu Jiao's brows and eyes crooked with a smile, "Then congratulations, please do your best."
"Thanks."
Gu Jiao is very good at adjusting the atmosphere, after a meal, the atmosphere is harmonious.
After dinner, she offered to invite Ye Qingxin to play in Yan's villa. Madam Yan was naturally eager, and she looked at Gu Jiao with a little more satisfaction and relief.
Yuting also said that Jiaojiao would be jealous, if something happened to Yuting's house and she was away, she should really let Yuting see that Jiaojiao is not the kind of narrow-minded person.
Ye Qingxin originally wanted to decline, but the kindness was hard to refuse, and she couldn't bear the disappointment in the old man's eyes.
The Yan Family Villa is a riverside villa, covering a large area. The front yard is a wide green lawn, and the back is an open-air swimming pool. The interior decoration is simple and elegant, but it is exquisite everywhere, exuding low-key luxury.
Mrs. Yan excitedly showed Ye Qingxin a photo album, pointed to the woman in one of the photos and introduced to her, "Look, Xinxin, this is Tongtong, does it look a bit like you?"
Ye Qingxin stared at the eyes of the woman in the photo, her heart skipped a beat.
The woman's eyes are very similar to hers, they are rare grape eyes, big and round, clear and lively, with slender curved eyebrows, M-shaped water chestnut lips, smiling even when not smiling.
Ye Qingxin looked dazed, blinked after a while, and smiled: "It's somewhat similar."
"Also, look at this one." Mrs. Yan turned a page. In the photo was a 100-day-old baby, lying on the cushion, wearing a pink little princess dress, facing the camera sideways, with big and round eyes, curved eyelashes, eating a small fist, and a small red dot on the exposed ear, as delicate and beautiful as a baby SD doll.
"This is my little granddaughter, isn't she cute?"
Madam Yan suddenly felt a little sad, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched the photo.
"Look at the red mole on my little granddaughter's ear, which is similar to the birthmark on your ear."
As she said that, she raised her head and inadvertently glanced at the birthmark on Ye Qingxin's right earlobe, something slipped across her mind, she raised her hand and touched Ye Qingxin's ear in a daze, for a moment, she laughed at herself, how could it be possible.
Some ideas are just ignored.
Gu Jiao washed the fruits and brought them over, sat by the side and listened, interjecting occasionally.
At nine o'clock, Ye Qingxin bid farewell, it was already so late, although Mrs. Yan was reluctant, she couldn't force her to stay.
Mrs. Yan sent her to the door and ordered the driver to take her home.
Ye Qingxin said goodbye to Mrs. Yan and Gu Jiao, turned around and was about to get in the car, a car came with high beams on, the car stopped, Huang Weijuan and Gu Xingde got out of the car, seeing Ye Qingxin Huang Weijuan was obviously taken aback.
Gu Jiao stepped forward and enthusiastically introduced, "Mom, this is Xinxin who grandma often mentioned. I met her tonight and had dinner with her. I felt that I had a special affinity with her, so I invited her to come to my house. Xinxin was about to go back, so you came back, just came to meet her."
Huang Weijuan stared at Ye Qingxin with cold eyes, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was very bright, and the words she said were pleasant, "Are you going back now? Let's play here for a few more days. The godmother talks about you every day, so you should spend good time with her old man."
Ye Qingxin smiled, "It's getting late, I really should go back, our school has a tight gate, and I won't be able to enter the dormitory any later, if Grandma doesn't mind, I'll come to accompany you again some day."
Huang Weijuan's eyes tightened.
grandmother? Shouted very strangely.
With a twinkle in her eyes, she smiled and said, "I can understand that you don't want to stay. Young people nowadays don't like being with the elderly very much. They despise the old people's old-fashioned thinking and it's boring to get along with them. Mom, you have to understand."
Ye Qingxin smiled without saying a word.
Madam Yan smiled, "Jiaojiao is also a young man, I think Jiaojiao likes being with me very much, isn't she Jiaojiao?"
Gu Jiao glanced at Huang Weijuan, and immediately took Mrs. Yan's arm, "Of course, Jiaojiao likes being with grandma the most."
"Xinxin, go back quickly, don't delay." Mrs. Yan patted Gu Jiao's hand and said to Ye Qingxin.
Ye Qingxin smiled lightly, said goodbye again, got in the car and left.
Gu Xingde's family surrounded Mrs. Yan back to the house.
"Is Dad not at home?" Huang Weijuan asked.
"Your father went hiking with a few old friends. He will come back tomorrow. It's getting late. Let's all go to bed early."
After Gu Jiao went back to her room to take a shower, Huang Weijuan pushed the door open and came in, scolding her face: "You're not smart enough, are you? I told you that the old lady likes Ye Qingxin so much, why did you bring him home?"
"I just came to play at home, what's the matter? Make grandma happy."
"Aren't you afraid that she will take your place in the old woman's heart?"
Gu Jiao rubbed her hair and said with a smile: "Mom, you are too weak."
"There's also the matter of the fashion design competition. I told you to eliminate Ye Qingxin. Why did you let her be shortlisted?"
"I didn't make her shortlisted, but the jury made her shortlisted. I saw her entry and it was very good."
"You..." Seeing that her daughter couldn't make any sense, Huang Weijuan stared angrily.
How could she raise such a heartless daughter!
Gu Jiao smiled, her smile was clean and comfortable, "Mom, go to bed earlier, it's not good to stay up late."
Huang Weijuan glared at her daughter, then angrily opened the door and went out, closing the door with her backhand 'Bang! 'Shut it up.
Gu Jiao's eyes shifted, she glanced at the closed door, then turned her head and walked to the window, the window was closed tightly, the crystal lamp in the room was bright, and everything in the room, including herself, was clearly reflected on the glass.
The self on the glass is slender, with delicate features, and generally speaking, he is good-looking.
However, compared with Ye Qingxin, she is much worse.
Gu Jiao raised her hand to caress the glass, and drew her outline. Do men like the kind of young, beautiful, vixen-like women
Then, a man's face appeared in front of his eyes. He was deep and handsome, with thin lips pursed slightly, and there was a trace of inhumanity in his seriousness.
Not long after Ye Qingxin left Yan's house, she asked the driver to stop on the side of the road and hailed a taxi to go back to Nanshan Villa.
Outside Jing Boyuan's villa, a red car drove out of the villa and brushed past the taxi.
Ye Qingxin subconsciously glanced at the navigator, it showed that it was 9:53, got off the taxi, Ye Qingxin stared at the direction of the red car for a few seconds, then turned and entered the villa.
Red cars are always subconsciously associated with women.
Changing shoes in the hallway, something lit up on the carpet. Ye Qingxin bent down to pick it up, looked at the overhead light for a while, and then realized that it was a piece of crystal nails that women used to for manicures. It seemed to be accidentally broken, and the section was uneven.
The red car and crystal nails are enough to make people conclude that a woman has been here before.
A woman going to a man's house in the middle of the night is very imaginative.
Ye Qingxin opened her handbag and put the broken armor into it.
In the living room, Jing Boyuan was sitting on the sofa, wearing a shirt and trousers meticulously, not wearing a nightgown or being topless as imagined.
He looked solemn and thoughtful, with the cigarette between his slender fingertips, and the smoke curled up from the burning part, spreading in the air.
Ye Qingxin walked over, glanced at the ashtray on the coffee table, there were two cigarette butts.
"Is Aunt Zhang not here?" She asked casually.
Jing Boyuan slightly bowed his body, and lightly tapped the cigarette body on the edge of the ashtray, his casual movements were not masculine.
This man exudes attractiveness at any time.
He didn't speak, Aunt Zhang's voice came from the kitchen, "Miss Ye, I'm here, I'll go back after brushing the cup."
Hearing Aunt Zhang's voice, Ye Qingxin was inexplicably relieved.
She walked up to Jing Boyuan and sat down, and asked casually, "I just saw a red car at the door, are there any guests tonight?"
Aunt Zhang in the kitchen didn't answer, and Jing Boyuan didn't make a sound, as if she was asking some taboo question, the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.
After being silent for a while, Jing Boyuan exhaled a puff of thin smoke, and returned calmly, "Well, a friend."
The tone of voice has the meaning of passing by.
Ye Qingxin stared at him for a few seconds, didn't say anything, sat for a while, and said, "It's getting late, I'm going to bed first."
Jing Boyuan rubbed her hair, his tone was a bit like treating a child, "Go."
After going back to her room to take a shower, Ye Qingxin was wearing suspender pajamas, her hair was not blown, it just hung wet behind her back, and the water dripping from the tips of her hair made water marks on her back and chest.
She leaned against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the chandelier, carefully examining the half of the crystal nail in her hand.
What kind of woman could come to Jing Boyuan's villa so late and still keep him and Aunt Zhang secret
I don't know if Jing Boyuan's foot is healed, and he didn't ask her to help tonight.
In fact, during Zhou Qiaoqiao's hospitalization these days, he didn't ask her for help, and sometimes she even wondered if he could actually wash himself.
At six o'clock the next morning, when Ye Qingxin woke up, Jing Boyuan was no longer in the villa.
Seeing her going downstairs, Aunt Zhang quickly brought breakfast to the table.
"When did Mr. Jing leave?" Ye Qingxin sat down at the dining table, took a piece of bread and asked casually.
"Not long after I left, it seems that the company has something urgent."
"Last night..." Ye Qingxin took a sip of the juice and asked casually, "Who is the guest here? Have I seen it?"
Hearing this, Aunt Zhang paused for a moment, her face was troubled for a few seconds, she approached Ye Qingxin and whispered, "It's Da Furen."
Ye Qingxin frowned, "Madam?"
"It's Mr. Jing's mother."
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There are two updates today, the time is still uncertain...
A certain Yao's hand speed is scumbag, the update time is getting later and later, I'm sorry...