Two people who have never met, sitting together and talking about a topic that is not too pleasant, the atmosphere is difficult to be embarrassed.
"Mr. Qi, I apologize to you and Mr. Cen today," Yuan Xiaoxi held the drink cup, biting the corner of her lip and shivering. I don't know how many men can feel pity for this look of pity.
Cen Baihe looked at this woman coldly, shook the newspaper in his hand, and turned to look at Qi Yan, but Qi Yan's face did not have the tolerance and gentleness he expected.
"Miss Yuan, can I ask you a question?" Qi Yan's expression was very cold, "Do you know what your father did outside?"
Yuan Xiaoxi wanted to lie and say she didn't know, but Qi Yan's black and white eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the heart, preventing her from telling lies, "I'm sorry, I'm just a junior, I can't control him."
"But you didn't apologize on behalf of your father to those who were hurt by your father," Qi Yan sneered, "Of course, these things have nothing to do with you, you are innocent, and you shouldn't apologize. So today We don't need you to apologize for this."
Yuan Xiaoxi's lips trembled, and she said emotionally after a while, "Unfortunately, what can I do, what can I do when I meet such a father?"
Qi Yan was indifferent to Yuan Xiaoxi's roar, and even thought it was a bit ridiculous. Yuan Xiaoxi behaved so innocently, but in fact she was no better than her father, bullying others, drinking, skating, beating people, playing with people's hearts, and playing with everything that could be played. Qi Yan was a little tired.
In the end, what she worries about is not her father, but the money her father can provide her.
"What you can do is up to you and your family. All I can do is to send the criminals to the police station," Qi Yan said with a sullen face, "It is up to the law to decide whether Ling Zun is guilty or not. It's no use looking for us."
"Heh," Yuan Xiaoxi said angrily when she saw Qi Yan so disrespectful to her, "What do you have to be proud of, just hugging the Cen's thigh and treating yourself as a character?"
Qi Yan did not feel ashamed, but took pride in it: "Yes, if you have the ability, you will come to hug me too?"
"Shameless!" Yuan Xiaoxi stood up from the sofa, "Just a little white face like you will be replaced sooner or later. It's disgusting for a big man to be someone else's plaything!"
"Housekeeper, see off the guests." Cen Baihe gave Yuan Xiaoxi a cold look, "Miss Yuan, pay attention to your words."
Yuan Xiaoxi was so frightened by Cen Baihe's eyes that she didn't dare to speak any more. She glared at Qi Yan hatefully, then turned and ran out.
Qi Yan stared blankly at her back, and took a long time to react: "No, why did she come here?"
"Probably hope you can pity Xiangxiyu and let her father go, but you didn't give any face, so she showed her true form." Cen Baihe couldn't help laughing, and he didn't even know that the newspaper in his hand was crumpled. "Okay, don't be angry, I'll ask someone to make you a bowl of noodles?"
"You thought you were filming a TV series and making bowls of noodles," Qi Yan stared at Qian Cen Baihe, "and what do you mean by little white-faced playthings? What a mess?"
Before Cen Baihe could explain, Qi Yan himself exploded first.
"Who is cheating on you? Whoever raises a little white face will bring him home. Isn't this waiting for your family to break your legs?" Qi Yan took a sip of his drink and suppressed his anger, "Someone should be Are you deliberately using me to smear your reputation?"
The Cen family has been benevolent from generation to generation, and a family of good deeds. Every generation has amazing and brilliant characters. They are very famous people throughout China. Now when people outside spread these rumors to discredit Cen Baihe, they are discrediting the entire Cen family.
"Why didn't you guess that someone was framing you?" Cen Baihe couldn't help but ask when he saw Qi Yan like this.
"Just these two words, what can smear me?" Qi Yan's anger still remained, "I am full by myself, and my family is not hungry, even if these people tell me that I am a little white face, it will not affect my money, maybe there are others For your own sake, come to your door with a lot of money and let me earn it. Then can you be like me? If this kind of rumor spreads, what will others think of you? "
"I never care what others think of me," Cen Baihe chuckled. "Other people's eyes can't change my life."
"Actually, I think your mentality is quite suitable for cultivating Taoism," Qi Yan's eyes suddenly glowed, "With your aptitude, if you cultivate Taoism, you will definitely become a master in the field of Xuanshu."
Seeing such money, Cen Baihe suddenly felt a little powerless. When ordinary people talk about this kind of topic, why should they think in an ambiguous direction, but money is...
Sometimes he thinks it's better for money to be slow, so that those girls who are interested in him approach him, and he doesn't know that these girls have a good impression of him. But when this dullness was applied to him, he hoped that money would not be so dull.
"What's the matter with you?" Qi Yan saw that Cen Baihe looked a little wrong, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "We are good brothers, the clearer is clear, don't worry."
He thought about it and added, "How about I move back in tomorrow?"
Cen Baihe's face suddenly collapsed: "If you move back to live, don't recognize me as a brother." After speaking, he turned his head and strode upstairs.
"Hey?" Qi Yan looked at Cen Baihe's back, and patted the back of his head blankly. Are you angry
Even if he doesn't move back now, he will move back in the future. He can't live in Cen's house for the rest of his life, right? No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't do such a thing.
When it was time for dinner, Qi Yan found that Cen Baihe was back to normal, as if the anger just now had never existed. Qi Yan touched his arm, "Bai He, what happened to you this afternoon?"
"It's nothing, I encountered something in the company, and I'm in a bad mood to anger you. I'm sorry," Cen Baihe looked at the person beside him. His eyes were as beautiful as the sky, and he smiled. Even the clouds in the sky couldn't compare to his. One point of style.
He has no reservations about himself, he is sincere, and even his lifespan depends on him to continue, but the sincerity he gives is not what he wants, how can he be angry because he doesn't get the feelings he wants he? This was inherently unfair to him.
"I have a big heart, and I won't bother with you because of this trivial matter." Qi Yan really didn't take the matter to his heart, he used the chopsticks to put a cola wing tip into Cen Baihe's bowl, "Come on, give it to you. Eat a cola chicken wing and you'll feel better soon."
Cen Baihe was angry and funny when he saw that he put what children like to eat into his bowl, but when he ate the wing tips into his mouth, his heart was sweet.
No matter whether money has that affection for him or not, the affection he has for himself is so precious, even though it is just friendship.
The third brother Cen, who was immersed in his meal, glanced at Cen Baihe and wanted to speak, but he met his brother's smiling eyes, so he obediently closed his mouth. He still shouldn't intervene in matters such as feelings.
After dinner, Qi Yan found Aunt Zhang who was resting in the maid's room. For unnecessary misunderstanding, he also brought Cen Baihe with him. Although the age difference between him and Aunt Zhang is more than twenty years old, the brains of people today are too powerful, so it is better for him to be more careful.
Aunt Zhang originally thought that Qi Yan had forgotten about this, and when she saw him, she was overjoyed, but after seeing Cen Baihe behind him, the surprise turned into a fright, "Five, five young masters." The husband said that he could help her, but did he just ask the Fifth Young Master to do this
"Sister Zhang, do you have any clothes your son wore when he was a child?" Qi Yan didn't say anything polite to Aunt Zhang, and after putting the things in his hands on the table, he straightened out, "I need something he once said. clothing worn."
"Yes," Aunt Zhang found a leather bag in the closet, which contained several neatly folded children's clothes, she touched the clothes and smiled bitterly, "When I got divorced, I wanted to leave a memory for myself. , I took some of his clothes and took them away in my bag, I didn't expect..."
"Sister Zhang, don't cry yet," Qi Yan gave her a reassuring smile, "your child will be fine."
Aunt Zhang knew that Qi Yan could tell fortunes, so she finally smiled a little when she heard him say that: "Thank you."
Qi Yan grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and threw it on the table, and then placed incense burners, incense candles, etc. on the table. He lit three incense sticks and handed them to Aunt Zhang: "Sister Zhang, recite your child's name in your heart, and put Incense candles are dismantled in the censer."
Although Aunt Zhang didn't understand why she did this, she was eager to find her son, so she did as Qi Yan said.
The moment the incense was inserted into the incense burner, she found that there seemed to be some resistance in the incense burner, preventing her from inserting the incense in her hand.
Seeing this, Qi Yan quickly pinched a finger and slapped Aunt Zhang on the back. The resistance disappeared immediately, and the incense stood firmly in the incense burner. Aunt Zhang looked at the incense burner in shock, and then looked back at Qi Yan, what the hell is going on
"Give me a few pieces of your hair." Qi Yan frowned as he looked at the scattered smoke.
Aunt Zhang grabbed her head without hesitation, grabbing a large amount of hair down.
Qi Yan turned around, saw the hair in her hand, and was stunned for a moment. He only wanted a few strands of hair, did Sister Zhang pull it off
He silently took the hair into his hands, silently chanted a few spells, and put the hair into the incense burner.
A pitiful mother, I only hope that this time I can find traces of her child.