Chapter 102

Ye Qingxin reaches out her hand and holds it with Gujiao. She smiles politely: "nice to meet you. My name is Ye Qingxin."

Gujiao laughed, approached old lady Yan, took her arm and said: "grandma, you haven't come out to eat with Jiaojiao for a long time. Now you have other granddaughters. What should Jiaojiao do when she is jealous?"

The words are straightforward, but it is this kind of straightforward that gives people a feeling of innocence.

Old lady Yan pinched Gujiao's face with a smile. "You are too busy to see me recently. How can I have dinner with you?"

"Oh, no matter how busy I am, as long as grandma calls me, I promise I'll be there right away!" With that, Gu Jiao playfully raised two fingers as a guarantee, which made old lady Yan smile.

After a while of joking, Gu Jiao seemed to think of something and turned to Ye Qingxin, "listen to grandma say that you are learning fashion design, and also participated in the fashion design competition sponsored by pretty face? Two days ago, the shortlist was published on the Internet. Are you there? "

Ye Qingxin smiles and tells the truth: "well."

Gu Jiao grinned and said, "Congratulations, come on."

"Thank you."

Gujiao is 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. Naturally, old lady Yan was eager to see Gujiao with more satisfaction and relief.

Yuting also said that Jiaojiao would be jealous. If it wasn't for something happened in Yuting's family, she should let Yuting have a look. Jiaojiao is not the kind of careful person.

Ye Qingxin originally wanted to refuse, but she couldn't bear to be gracious. She couldn't bear the loss in the old man's eyes.

Yanjia 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 generous, but it is exquisite everywhere, showing low-key luxury.

Old lady Yan excitedly took out a photo album and showed it to Ye Qingxin. She pointed to the woman in one of the photos and introduced it to her, "Xinxin, you see, this is Tong Tong. Is it a bit like you?"

Ye Qingxin stares at the woman's eyes in the photo, and his heart moves inexplicably.

A woman's eyes are very similar to hers. They are rare grape eyes. They are big and round, clear and flexible, with slender curved eyebrows, M-shaped water chestnut lips, and they seem to smile even if they don't smile.

Ye Qingxin looked a little shaken. After a moment, he blinked and said with a smile, "it's a bit similar."

"And look at this one." Mrs. Yan turned a page. In the photo, she was a hundred day old baby, lying on the cushion, wearing a pink little princess skirt, facing the camera. Her eyes were big and round, her eyelashes were bent, and she was eating a small fist. There was a small red dot on her little ear, which was delicate and beautiful like a baby version of SD doll.

"This is my little granddaughter, isn't she cute?"

Old lady Yan suddenly felt a little sad, and her fingers shaking slightly.

"You see, my little granddaughter has a mole on her ear. It's a bit like the birthmark on your ear."

With that, she looked up and inadvertently swept the birthmark on Ye Qingxin's right ear lobe. She suddenly slipped something in her heart and raised her hand to touch Ye Qingxin's ear. For a moment, she laughed at herself. How could it be.

Some ideas are just ignored.

Gu Jiao washed the fruit and brought it to her. She sat beside and listened, occasionally inserting a few words.

At nine o'clock, ye Qingxin said goodbye. It was so late. Although old lady Yan was reluctant to leave, it was not easy to force her to stay.

Mrs. Yan took her to the door and told the driver to take her home.

Ye Qingxin says goodbye to old lady Yan and Gu Jiao, turns around and just gets on the bus. A car comes with high beam. The car stops, and Huang Weijuan and Gu Xingde get off the bus. When they see ye Qingxin, Huang Weijuan is obviously stunned.

Gu Jiao went forward and enthusiastically introduced, "Mom, this is the heart that grandma often mentioned. I met her tonight and had a meal together. I felt that I was particularly congenial to her. So I invited her to come and sit at home. My heart was just about to go back. You just came back and just came to know her."

Huang Weijuan stares at Ye Qingxin, her eyes are cold, her smile is very bright, and her words are very nice, "is this going back? Let's play here for a few more days. The godmother talks about you every day. You should accompany her well. "

Ye Qingxin smiles, "it's late. I really need to go back. Our school has strict access control. If it's too late, I can't get into the dormitory. If grandma doesn't dislike it, I'll accompany you another day."

Huang Weijuan's eyes are tight.

Grandma? It's very loud.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she said with a smile, "I can understand that you don't want to stay here. Nowadays, young people don't like to be with the old people very much. They dislike the old people's old-fashioned ideas. It's boring to get along with them. Mom, you have to understand."

Ye Qingxin smiles but does not speak.

Old lady Yan smiles, "Jiaojiao is also a young man. I think Jiaojiao likes to be with me very much, isn't she?"

Gu Jiao took a look at Huang Weijuan and immediately put her arm on old lady Yan. "Of course, Jiao Jiao likes to be with grandma most."

"Heart, go back quickly, don't delay." Old lady Yan patted Gujiao's hand and said to Ye.

Ye Qingxin smiles and says goodbye again. He gets on the bus and leaves.

Gu Xingde's family escorted Mrs. Yan back to the house.

"Isn't dad at home?" Huang Weijuan asked.

"Your father went climbing with some old friends. He'll come back tomorrow. It's late. Let's go to bed early."

Gu Jiao went back to her room to take a bath. Huang Weijuan pushed the door in and scolded: "your girl's brain doesn't work well, does she? I told you that the old lady likes Ye Qingxin too much. Why do you bring people home? "

"Just come to play at home. What's the matter? Make Grandma happy. "

"Are you not afraid that she will take your place in the old woman's heart?"

Gu Jiao wiped her hair and said with a smile, "Mom, you're so careless."

"There's also the fashion design competition. I told you to eliminate Ye Qingxin. Why did you let her be a finalist?"

"I didn't make her a shortlist. It was the jury who made her a shortlist. I saw her entries and they were very good."

"You..." seeing that her daughter couldn't make any sense, Huang Weijuan was very angry.

How can she teach such a absent-minded daughter!

Gujiao smile, smile clean, let people look very comfortable, "Mom, go to bed early, stay up late is not good."

Huang Weijuan stares at her daughter, rushes out of the door angrily, and "bang!" with her backhand Shut up.

Gu Jiao's eyes flow. She looks at the closed door and turns to the window. The window is closed tightly. The crystal light in the room is bright. Everything in the room, including herself, is clearly reflected on the glass.

My body on the glass is slim, and my facial features are delicate. Generally speaking, I'm pretty.

However, compared with Ye Qingxin, it is much worse.

Gu Jiao raised her hand, stroked the glass and drew her own outline. Do all men like that kind of young, beautiful, fox like woman?

Instead, a man's face appeared, deep and handsome, thin lips light pursed, serious in a trace of inhuman.

Not long after ye Qingxin left Yan's house, he asked the driver to stop at the roadside and take a taxi back to Nanshan villa.

Outside jingboyuan's villa, a red car just came out of the villa and passed by a taxi.

Ye Qingxin subconsciously glances at the navigator, which shows that it's 9:53 now. After getting out of the taxi, ye Qingxin stares at the direction of the red car for a few seconds, turns and enters the villa.

The red car always reminds people of women subconsciously.

When changing shoes in the porch, something lights up on the carpet. Ye bent down to pick it up and looked at the light on his head for a long time before he recognized that it was a piece of crystal nail that women used to use for manicure. It seemed that it was accidentally broken and the section was uneven.

Red cars and crystal nails are enough to make people conclude that there have been women here before.

When a woman goes to a man's house in the middle of the night, it's very imaginative.

Ye Qingxin opens the bag and puts the broken armor in.

In the living room, Jing Boyuan sat on the sofa, his shirt and trousers were worn meticulously, and he didn't want to wear a nightgown or a bare upper body.

He looked sober and thoughtful. His slender fingertips were filled with smoke, and the burning parts were filled with smoke.

Ye Qingxin walks over and looks at the ashtray on the tea table. There are two cigarette butts.

"Isn't Aunt Zhang in?" She asked carelessly.

Jingboyuan slightly owes his body, and the cigarette body slightly knocks on the edge of the ashtray. His casual action has a different manliness.

This man is always attractive.

He didn't speak. Aunt Zhang's voice came from the kitchen. "Miss ye, I'm here. I brush the cup and go back."

Hearing Aunt Zhang's voice, ye Qingxin felt relieved.

She went to jingboyuan and sat down. She asked casually, "I just saw a red car at the door. Are the guests coming tonight?"

Aunt Zhang in the kitchen didn't answer, and Jing Boyuan didn't make a sound. It was as if she was asking a taboo question, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

Silence for a while, jingboyuan spit out a thin smoke, back to light, "well, a friend."

The tone has the meaning of passing.

Ye Qingxin stares at him for a few seconds. After sitting for a while, she says, "it's very late. I'll go to bed first."

Jingboyuan rubbed her hair, a bit like a child, "go."

Back to the room to take a bath, ye Qingxin was wearing suspender pajamas, her hair didn't blow, so it was wet behind her, the water dripping from the tip of her hair fainted on her back and chest.

With her back against the glass of the French window and her face toward the chandelier, she looked carefully at half of her fingernails.

What kind of woman would come to jingboyuan villa so late and make him and Aunt Zhang keep a secret?

I don't know if Jing Boyuan's feet are OK. I didn't ask her to help me tonight.

In fact, Zhou Qiaoqiao didn't ask her for help these days when she was in hospital. Sometimes she even doubted whether he could actually wash himself.

At six o'clock the next morning, when ye Qingxin got up, jingboyuan was no longer in the villa.

Aunt Zhang saw her go downstairs and put breakfast on the table.

"When did Mr. Jing leave?" Ye Qingxin sits at the dining table, takes a piece of bread and asks casually.

"I just left. It seems that there is something urgent in the company."

"Last night..." Ye Qingxin took a sip of juice and asked casually, "who are the guests? Have I seen it? "

Smell speech, Aunt Zhang movement pause for a while, tangled on the face for a few seconds, close to Ye Qingxin small voice way: "is the big lady."

Ye Qingxin frowned, "big lady?"

"It's Mr. Jing's mother."