After the engagement banquet was over, Poppy received a call after returning home.
This call is from Dai Shinan.
He was extremely cautious, and only gave an address, and then hung up the phone.
Poppy looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and the second hand tickled.
It is eleven o'clock in the evening.
Meeting at this time will not attract the attention of others, and will not expose yourself.
She sneered, and the fake Dai Shinan was extremely careful.
Poppy left the apartment and drove to the address in Dai Shinan’s mouth.
The meeting place was a private house.
Poppy stopped the car.
She stood in front of the house and looked at it, her eyes dimmed.
If she remembers correctly, this is the house under the name of Chief Dai.
And he has been imprisoned in Hanyang.
Now... even his life or death is unknown.
With cold eyes, Poppy walked into the house.
The last room in the corridor was lit.
She walked to the room and pushed the door in.
When Poppy raised her eyes to look at the fake Dai Shinan, her expression had already returned to normal.
"Sir Dai."
Her tone was respectful, and she couldn't hear anything strange.
Dai Shinan poured a cup of tea and looked over: "Poppy."
There was brewed tea on the table, and he motioned for her to sit down.
Dai Shinan: "There are no others here, so don't be restrained."
Poppy sat down, picked up the cup of tea, and took a sip.
To do a full set of the show, the fake Dai Shinan is drinking now, Chief Dai’s favorite tea.
The poppy noodles put the cup down without changing their colors.
Dai Shinan said, "I have been busy during this time, so I didn't contact you."
There is another reason. He is not really Dai Shinan. If he has too much contact with Poppy, he will inevitably show his feet.
He went to adjust Poppy's file and wrote down all the tasks she had previously completed.
Dai Shi South Africa, but to use this person for her own use, but also to make her trust her wholeheartedly.
Poppy: "I understand."
Dai Shinan casually mentioned: "You have come to the engagement banquet, where did Mo Qinghan go?"
Poppy is very sure: "Master Lu will never invite Mo Qinghan to come."
Dai Shinan's hand stopped for a moment: "Really?"
Poppy looked serious: "Does the sir remember the shooting at the Peking Railway Station?"
Dai Shinan nodded. He had read the newspaper, but he didn't know what happened in Beiping.
"Mo Qinghan asked me to pick him up at the Peking Railway Station." Ying Su said, "but at that time, the person I was waiting for was..."
"He and Ye Chu."
Dai Shinan's heart tightened, Mo Qinghan actually concealed it from him and Dong Hongchang
Poppy watched Dai Shinan's reaction calmly.
In this way, Dai Shinan does not seem to know this.
Poppy explained the events at the time slowly, without any details or omissions.
"Someone in the French Concession sent a killer to chase Mo Qinghan. He met Ye Chu on the train."
"Ye Chu must have Lu Sansao's people secretly protecting her. In order to use this group of people, Mo Qinghan hijacked her."
Dai Shinan was startled: "What?"
Poppy continued: "It is Lu Sanshao's people and the killer who chased Mo Qinghan who had clashes at the Peking Railway Station."
"In my opinion, Master Lu will definitely hate Mo Qinghan because of this."
"Besides, I also heard the rumors..." Poppy looked at Dai Shinan tentatively, "Lu Huai did what Mo Qinghan was overhead at the Public Board of Directors."
In just a few words, Poppy explained the hostile relationship between Mo Qinghan and Ye Chu very clearly, and also showed that she had no knowledge of Mo Qinghan's previous fight with Lu Huai.
In this way, the fake Dai Shinan would neither trouble Ye Chu nor doubt himself.
More importantly, if Mo Qinghan got into trouble twice, the fake Dai Shinan would definitely be dissatisfied.
"This person Mo Qinghan..." Dai Shinan thought, "I asked you to monitor him in the Public Board of Directors. Is he different?"
Hearing this, Poppy was more vigilant.
The fake Dai Shinan finally asked this question.
She knew that he was testing his attitude, and her attitude determined his future behavior.
"Sir, there is one thing I don't understand."
"Just put it straight."
"I remember Chief Dai said," Poppy frowned, "You arranged for Mo Qinghan to enter the Public Board of Directors."
"Lu Sanshao has already taken action and wants to take advantage of Mo Qinghan's power..."
Dai Shinan put down the cup in his hand.
Poppy looked up: "Did Officer Dai agree on this matter?"
Her voice tightened slightly.
It seems to be injustice for Dai Shinan.
From Dai Shinan's point of view, Poppy is the most loyal.
The two of them looked at each other, in fact they were spying on each other's thoughts.
After a while, Dai Shinan replied: "Mo Qinghan is too ostentatious, it's time to take his temper."
Poppy pulled the corners of her lips and nodded thoughtfully.
She quickly spoke: "Everything depends on Chief Dai."
Poppy lowered his head, picked up the teapot, and filled his cup.
This pot of tea was made by fake Dai Shinan.
Her tone was casual and casual, but the words were meaningful.
"Chief Dai's position..."
"It's my position."
Dai Shinan observed Poppy's expression, her expression had never been abnormal.
What's more, she seems to have just said this sentence inadvertently.
He didn't doubt her.
Poppy finished a cup of tea and put aside the cup.
The cup is still warm.
She got up and walked to the door, opened the door, and left the room.
The door of the room closed again.
Poppy and Dai Shinan stood on either side of a door.
Her eyes were extremely cold.
Poppy knows a simple truth.
Their positions will never be the same.
…
The sun is mostly covered by dark clouds, and the sun is not dazzling.
As if something was going to happen.
A few days ago, there was an engagement banquet between Ye Chu and Lu Huai.
When there is a happy event, Mrs. Ye's illness is all over.
Mrs. Ye has always believed in gods and Buddhas. She regularly goes to the temple to pray for blessings and pray for the safety of her family.
She recovered physically and was about to go to the temple.
Before Ye Chu and Lu Huai got married, Mrs. Ye wanted to pray for them.
The car left the Ye family mansion, and Mrs. Ye sat alone in the car.
The driver has worked for the Ye family for many years and is extremely loyal.
The car drove smoothly up the mountain.
This temple is full of incense, and many pilgrims come here admiringly.
After a while, the car slowly stopped in front of the temple, and Mrs. Ye got out of the car.
The clean place of Buddhism is surrounded by incense.
The Sanskrit sounds burst into the ears, and the mood was quiet.
The pilgrims who come and go have a pious look on their faces.
Old lady Ye put on incense, and then knelt on the futon.
She folded her hands and closed her eyes.
May Ye Chu be safe and happy and happy.
May the Ye family be well...
When Mrs. Ye worshipped Buddha sincerely, a woman walked towards the little monk in the temple.
The man handed something to the little monk and pointed in the direction of the old lady Ye.
She has something to explain.
When Mrs. Ye stood up, her knees were a little numb.
At this moment, the little monk walked over to Mrs. Ye.
He spoke: "Donor."
Old lady Ye looked back, and the person calling her was the little monk in this temple.
The little monk is only about eleven or twelve years old, with green features and a calm face.
"Someone just asked me to give this to you."
The little monk opened his hand, and a folded note was placed in the palm of his hand.
He picked up the note and handed it to Mrs. Ye.
Old lady Ye was startled, and reached out to take it.
Old lady Ye asked, "Who is the person who gave you the note?"
The little monk looked blank and shook his head: "That person has already left."
Old lady Ye smiled: "Thank you very much."
After the little monk left, Mrs. Ye walked to the side of the main hall.
She unwrapped the note with a neat line written on it.
When her gaze fell on the note, she was suddenly confused.
In the next second, Mrs. Ye quickly closed the note and pinched it in the palm of her hand.
The originally flat note was crumpled into a ball by her.
Old lady Ye's legs were weak, and she almost couldn't stand firmly.
The air in the hall was stagnant, and she quickly walked out of the hall.
Although it was early summer, old lady Ye had cold sweat on her back.
She looked around, trying to find the person who had just given her a note.
In the temple, pilgrims come and go, each with a strange face.
Old lady Ye stood there, her expression flustered.
Those pilgrims passed by.
The crowd moved, like a tide flowing over her, but she was still in place.
There are distinct Sanskrit sounds in the temple, but it seems to be quiet all around.
She only heard the heart beating violently in her chest cavity.
In midsummer, the air is hot and dry.
Old lady Ye felt cold all over.
She took a heavy step and left the temple.
The driver was waiting outside the temple. He saw Mrs. Ye come out and walked over immediately.
At this time, the old lady Ye had a deep face, as if something had happened.
The driver was a little worried and opened the door for Mrs. Ye.
The driver noticed Mrs. Ye's strangeness, so he didn't dare to ask.
On the way back, the inside of the car was extremely silent, a little strangely quiet.
The cold mountain breeze was blowing outside the window, and the summer heat gradually dissipated.
Mrs. Ye looked out the window, and the scenery outside flashed by.
The rich dark green covered her eyes, and she was plunged into distant memories.
The next second, a dull voice suddenly sounded in the silent air.
The car shook violently, and the body leaned to the other side.
The driver realized that something was wrong and immediately stepped on the brake.
Due to the emergency brake, the car decelerated suddenly, and the car body dragged on the ground for a few meters before it stopped.
After the driver stabilized his figure, he hurriedly looked back to check the condition of Mrs. Ye.
Old lady Ye waved her hand, indicating that she was fine.
The two got out of the car, and the driver crouched on the side of the car to check.
He found that the tire was punctured by iron thorns on the ground and the car lost its balance, causing an accident.
I don't know who threw such a dangerous thing here at will.
The driver looked at Mrs. Ye: "I'll go to the temple to find someone to help me and fix the car."
Fortunately, the location of the accident is not far from the temple, so you can go back to find a helper.
Old lady Ye nodded.
At this moment, a car drove up behind them.
Mrs. Ye and the others stepped aside and gave way to the car.
Unexpectedly, the car slowed down and stopped in front of them.
The next second, the car door opened, and a well-dressed woman got out of the car.
The thin sun shines softly through the gaps between the branches, just shining on the person's face.
The person here is Ji Manqing.
She changed her face, and no one else would know her true identity.
Ji Manqing leaned against the car, his eyes fell on the old lady Ye.
"Your car is broken, I'll give you a ride."
Old lady Ye just wanted to refuse, Ji Manqing spoke immediately, blocking her next words.
"We just met in the temple, are we half acquaintances?"
Ji Manqing's face is calm, but his voice has a deep meaning.
Old lady Ye recalled the scene of the temple, and suddenly thought of the things in the main hall.
Is this woman the one who wrote this note
Old lady Ye's chest froze, and her words froze in her throat before she said it.
The driver didn't know what was going on between the two, so he naturally stood aside and said nothing.
After a few seconds, Mrs. Ye pretended to be calm. She said to the driver: "You go to the temple to find someone to help. I will take her car back."
Ji Manqing chuckled lightly when she heard what the old lady said.
She seemed to have expected that Old Lady Ye would agree.
Mrs. Ye walked to the side of Ji Manqing's car step by step, opened the car door and sat in.
Ji Manqing also sat back in the car.
In the next second, the car started and drove down the mountain.
The sky is getting darker, and it seems to be getting darker today than before.
The wind in the woods was rustling, and the swaying branches were like living creatures, extremely ferocious.
Ji Manqing never spoke, and the car drove to the foot of the mountain before stopping.
Ji Manqing parked the car aside, and she glanced at the sky outside.
The next moment, she leaned back, her tone mockingly: "It's going to rain."
Ji Manqing hadn't finished speaking, the rain suddenly came and the cold was swept in.
The heavy rain fell on the car, and the rain outside kept ringing.
Old lady Ye pressed her lips tightly, she turned her head and looked at Ji Manqing.
In the words, her throat squeezed out: "You belong to that person back then..."
Ji Manqing glanced at the old lady Ye and interrupted her: "I am his family."
Mrs. Ye was limp. She squeezed the handrail beside the car to stabilize her figure.
A sneer was brewing in Ji Manqing's eyes: "Thanks for you to remember this."
"I thought you had forgotten it a long time ago."
Mrs. Ye immediately shook her head: "I don't remember it for a day."
Her voice was very painful.
Ji Manqing sneered: "Aren't you conscientious?"
Ji Manqing suddenly raised his volume, with obvious questions in his words.
Old lady Ye wanted to open her mouth, but her tears fell first.
All the words I wanted to say were condensed into one sentence.
"sorry."
Ji Manqing heard the apology from the old lady Ye, but did not move at all.
"Back then, the son you gave birth to has grown up?"
Old lady Ye immediately raised her eyes when she heard Ji Manqing mentioned her son.
Ji Manqing saw that Mrs. Ye had a reaction, and then continued.
"Now, he holds an important position in the Shanghai government and is living a very good life."
Ji Manqing pressed harder step by step: "Right, there is also the Ye family..."
"The Ye family is a well-known jeweler, with a wealth of wealth."
"And you, the descendants of the house, are entangled in the knees, each of them is extremely filial to you."
Old lady Ye's complexion darkened inch by inch.
"In this way, do you think you deserve to say that I'm sorry?"
Ji Manqing's icy voice fell into the car, and together with the sound of rain outside the car, it struck old lady Ye's heart.
Old lady Ye was silent, and the air around her body seemed to become extremely cold.
She still remembers that night.
That night, like now, it rained heavily.
The rain fell quickly and swiftly, the sound of wind and rain continued all night, and the windows were crackling.
The cold rain hit the windows, making people feel hopeless.
At that time, she experienced dystocia, and the prolonged pain made her unconscious.
After that night, she has been living in self-blame.
She has regretted what happened that day all her life.
After Ji Manqing finished talking with Mrs. Ye, he started the car.
Ji Manqing fulfilled the promise he had just made, and would send her back to the Ye family mansion.
Because for Mrs. Ye, on the way back, every minute and every second is suffering.
When approaching the Ye Family Mansion, Ji Manqing slowed down.
The car and the Ye Family Mansion were separated by a street, and the car stopped at the end of the street.
The rain washed the windows of the car, and it was full of desolation near and far.
When Mrs. Ye got out of the car, what the woman had said echoed in her mind.
As night fell, the sky was groggy.
She seemed to be walking in the deepest and darkest night.
"The stable days you have had all these years..."
"Sooner or later, it will all be taken back."