Prestigious Family Marriage: Uncle vs Young Wife

Ye Qingxin listened to Pan Yang's words, but for a moment he couldn't respond.

The family of four who just came in is not the family of Zheng Zhengting.

She recalled the dress of Xia Xi Shiyun and Xi Shishi, and asked Pan Yang: "Wound girl in skirt or shorts?"

Wu Shiyun wears shorts, and Wu Shishi wears a dress.

Pan Yang returned: "In a skirt, why do you say that being a dad is so cruel, and what kind of anger is it to beat your daughter to death? It is really a sin, if you can't rescue it, I'm afraid the family will fall apart. What a **** **** thing, my grandfathers looked sad when they looked around "

Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan heartily.

Su Zhengting was suddenly angry, and it should have something to do with Jing Boyuan's words. Before Li Shufen whispered to find her, even if she couldn't say anything, she guessed that it must be that Pu Zhengting's company had encountered difficulties and wanted to get through Jing Boyuan.

The acting just now was also shown to Jing Boyuan.

Jing Boyuan told Qi Zhengting that Zhou Qiaoqiao's death was related to Qi Shi's poems. Qi Zhengting must have felt hopeless on climbing Jing Boyuan and vented all his anger on Qi Shi's poems.

I am afraid that Wu Zhengting himself did not expect such a result.

Pan Yang arranged for people to deal with blood stains at the door.

Ye Qingxin walked up to Jing Boyuan, pondered the wording, and asked him, "Why did you tell Xing Zhengting that my mother's death had something to do with Xun Shishi?"

Although Shi Shishi brought the small country to the hotel at that time, and wanted to destroy the two in-laws, later, the appearance of the small country did not cause any bad things.

Ye Qingxin didn't want to justify Ji Shi's poems, but he didn't understand what Jing Boyuan said.

Jing Boyuan's slender fingers passed the cigarette to his lips and took a sip. The thin lips blew smoke, and said casually, "She has broken her mind, and she should be responsible for her evil deeds."

Ye Qingxin didn't say anything. She understood Jing Boyuan's meaning. He wanted to use Ji Zhengting's hand to teach Qi Shishi.

In the past, Ye Qingxin's impression of Yun Shishi was not bad. Later, she gradually felt that she looked pure and harmless. Sometimes her speech and eyes were uncomfortable. She also realized that she was not as white as she saw, especially waiting. She deceived everyone to stay with Chen Yu'an, and made Ye Qingxin feel that she was not easy.

That time in the hotel, Su Shishi suddenly brought Ye Qingguo to the hotel, clearly uneasy.

Ye Qingxin has always been like this. Whatever others treat her, she treats others.

Su Shishi was suddenly hit by this calamity. Although she seemed to be punished more severely than her evil deeds, Ye Qingxin would not blame Jing Boyuan for revenge for her.

What's more, the change of Xun Shishi was caused directly by Xun Zhengting and had nothing to do with others.

Someone outside came to pay homage. Song's father was leading people to the Lingtang, and Jing Boyuan accompanied Ye Qingxin.

The caller was a man in his forties. Ye Qingxin had never seen him. He also saw that he was not like an ordinary person. I guess which leader was about. Sure enough, the man got incense and bowed. He said to Ye Qingxin that he was sad and smooth Consolation, started shaking hands with Jing Boyuan.

Jing Boyuan led people to speak outside.

Ye Qingxin turned his head to look at the past, and saw that Jing Boyuan was standing with the middle-aged man who was a lot of him. Whether in temperament or grandeur, he won a lot, more like a leader than these leaders.

Being dreamy.

"Heart." A familiar voice sounded.

Ye Qingxin regained his gaze, and Wen Zeyan's caring and distressed face came into his eyes.

"Xiao Yan, here." Song father called Wen Zeyan.

Wen Zeyan retracted the eyes that fell on Ye Qingxin's face, and gave Zhou Qiaoqiao incense, respectfully and respectfully stunned the three heads.

Father Song looked at Wen Zeyan and nodded.

Before Wen Ze Yan Ting took care of Ye Qingxin's family, Zhou Qiaoqiao had something to do. He rushed to help and took care of Ye Qingguo. His father and mother Song saw that he liked Ye Qingxin, and he was kind Excellent big boy, they are very optimistic about both of them, they think Ye Qing will be with him in the future.

Who knows what happened to Wen ’s father later, Wen Zeyan had to agree to the pursuit of Lu Jian ’s daughter, who was still the county head, and used Lu ’s power to wash his father out of injustice.

After finishing the conversation, Wen Zeyan walked towards Ye Qingxin, "I have something to tell you."

This is to borrow a step to speak.

Ye Qing smiled alienated, "Something to say."

She felt that she had nothing to say to him behind her.

Wen Zeyan saw the persistence and indifference in her eyes, and she didn't know what it was like. At that time, she would discuss with him what happened, followed by his brother called Ze Yan, and the little girl who walked with him under the Indus tree. He was so lost.

He gathered the emotions in his chest, and asked her in a deep voice, "Why not tell me so soon?"

Yesterday he heard that the leaders in the city and county sent out a condolences to a civilian, so he listened, but didn't go to his heart. Today, at noon, Lu Jian said that the condolence person was Zhou Qiaoqiao. He asked for details Address, only to know that Ye Qingxin's mother died.

Ye Qingxin said quietly, "It's not too late for you to know now."

"Heart" Wen Zeyan reached into his pocket with his right hand and took a step forward, then took out his right hand and held Ye Qingxin's small hand, and stuffed something into her hand. "I was sorry for you. We are together, I have n’t given you any decent gift, I have regretted it for a long time, I should have been better for you at the beginning "

Ye Qingxin felt what was in his hand and asked with a smile, "So, do you want to compensate me? Or pity our sister and brother?"

Wen Zeyan retracted the card into Ye Qingxin's hand and retracted his hand. He took a step back and kept a proper distance. "I know you don't lack this now, but the heart and the heart of men are fickle, especially Men with money have too many women lingering and too many temptations. "

Before he came, he heard Lu Jian mentioning Zhou Qiaoqiao's son-in-law, who was a nobleman from Beijing, and donated a sum of money, which was the city government's fiscal revenue for one year. Such a man would really like Ye Qingxin such a small place Pretty girl going out?

There is no shortage of young, beautiful and attractive women in this society.

Many times, men just play at the scene

Especially rich men.

"The right and wrong of the people in this field are probably not done by gentlemen."

A familiar male voice came in, and his tone was light and casual, but he didn't dare to think he was casual in his ears.

Ye Qing looked in search, Jing Boyuan was holding the cigarette in one hand and standing at the door with one hand in his pocket. I didn't know how long he stood and how much he heard.

It was just that the eyes he looked at were bottomless, like the blue hole in Belize, visually making people feel inexplicably afraid and terrified.

Ye Qing clutched the card in his hand tightly, and did not dare to look at Jing Boyuan's eyes.

Jing Boyuan came over, took the hand in his pants pocket, took the card from her hand, then turned to Wen Zeyan, and spoke slowly, "Your surname."

Wen Zeyan looked at the man who was a little taller than himself. Although he was not afraid, he was never at ease.

Some people are born so. You don't need to deliberately do what you say, just a pair of eyes watching can make you confused and confused.

This is the deterrent power from superiors.

Wen Ze Yancai Twenty-six, in terms of experience or mental aura, is not as good as a nine-year-old mature man.

He clenched his fists, "Let your surname Wen."

Jing Boyuan hooked his lips, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen, can you borrow a step to talk." Without waiting for Wen Zeyan's response, he directly raised his hand and made a 'Please' gesture, 'Please.'

In this regard, Wen Zeyan is not good at rejecting even if he is unwilling.

Ye Qingxin watched the two walk into the yard. Jing Boyuan handed the card back to Wen Zeyan. I didn't know what to say. Ye Qingxin only saw Wen Zeyan's face was a bit ugly, and she could see his Restraint.

Jing Boyuan occasionally raised his hands and patted Wen Zeyan's shoulders. Like an elder who encouraged young people, Wen Zeyan's head was getting lower and lower.

Identity and status are the things that dominate.

Someone came to pay their respects, Ye Qingxin regained his sight from the two, was busy waiting for guests, and waited for a while. Wen Zeyan had already left. Jing Boyuan was shaking hands with a middle-aged man in a suit and shoes.

Today, in addition to relatives and city and county leaders, there are also some businessmen visiting the house, and the wreaths can no longer be placed. They were arranged by Song ’s father to dispose of them.

Most of T City's heads and faces came to show up, and the eyes of relatives and neighbors looking at Ye Qingxin were also very different from before.

She used to be a poor worm in their eyes, but now she is a golden phoenix that can only glow.

After dinner in the evening, only three or two neighbors were chatting in the yard.

The sun hangs to the west and has not set.

Pan Yang said: "The funeral car has been contacted and will be here at six tomorrow morning."

Father Song then said: "Mr. Fengshui in the cemetery showed me, choose a place not far from your grandparents, Yuji helped find a few people to go to the grave tomorrow morning"

Ye Qing nodded, "Thank you Uncle Song and Uncle Pan, thanks to your help, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Father Song said, "I didn't help anything, so I fought. It was mainly Mr. Jing who helped a lot. If it weren't for Mr. Jing, Qiaoqiao would be afraid to go lonely and lonely. The cadres I met in the past two days were more than me I've seen a lot on TV. Whoever dares to look down on me if I say it later "

The mother Song said more and more outrageous when he saw him, kicked him under the table.

Father Song also probably realized that he had said something wrong, shut his mouth up, and looked at Jing Boyuan awkwardly.

Jing Boyuan's expression didn't change. He lighted his cigarette with his fingertips and took a sip from his mouth. He seemed restless. He didn't seem to hear those words that Father Song was indifferent to.

Ye Qingxin naturally did not account for Song's father, and smiled and shifted the topic: "I do n’t know what happened to Shi Shishi?"

Pan Yang answered: "Are the girls injured outside the courtyard today? Unclear." He didn't know the Zhengzheng family.

Father Song sighed: "Just when I heard someone mention it, it is said that it is still being rescued, and there is little hope of rescue, even if it is saved, I am afraid that this life is also a waste."

Mother Song regretted: "This puppet Zheng Ting is too hard to handle, my daughter, how much hatred can regenerate, and this dead hand, and I think that poem is very good, a lovely little girl."

At eleven o'clock in the night, the yard was quiet.

Ye Qingguo fell asleep long ago. Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan were in the hall. She leaned on Jing Boyuan's shoulder, her eyes were slightly moist. "Tonight is my last chance to accompany my mother. Don't rush me Can you sleep well? "

These days are busy with funerals, no time and no thoughts to wash and clean up, Jing Boyuan has the smell of mature men sweating, mixed with the smell of burning tobacco, not heavy, not bad, or even smelling in leaves With an enchanting breath, she felt inexplicably relieved.

The uneasy heart because of her mother's sudden death died slightly at this moment.

The reason why people love home is because there is a mother in the family, and the mother is a rope tied to the child, drawing thousands of children no matter how far they go in life, they can find their way home.

When the mother is gone, the rope is broken, and the child is a kite with a broken thread. Where the wind lets you go, you go.

Jing Boyuan held her, touching her hair with thick and dry palms, and comforting her without words. He didn't order Ye Qingxin to go back to bed as hard as he did the previous two nights, but he opened his eyes again, It's in your own room.

She was woken up by an alarm clock.

Get out of bed, it's gray outside, the east just vomited.

Relatives and neighbours who came to help had already come. There were many people in the yard. Looking at the busy people, they were also organized.

Jing Boyuan stood outside the hall and smoked.

Ye Qingxin noticed that his face seemed to be a little thinner than before, and the cold and serious facial lines were more austere, and a little bit more severe.

From the moment he arrived in the city of T, he didn't sleep well and did what she should have done.

Ye Qingxin walked over and reached out to catch the little finger of his right hand, revealing the little girl's heart.

"Bo Yuan"

Jing Boyuan saw her come out, put out the cigarette, held her hand backhand, "go and eat something."

While Ye Qingxin was holding the bowl and drinking porridge, some people came one after another in the yard. Yesterday Wen Zeyan, who was arrested by Jing Boyuan and “encouraged”, also came, but he did not go to Ye Qingxin to find Standing in a corner, smoking quietly.

Wu Zhengting's family did not appear, and I also wanted to know that now the Qian family must be in a mess.

At six o'clock, the funeral car stopped at the Hutong on time.

The people they knew and did not know followed the funeral car to the crematorium.

The moment Zhou Qiaoqiao was pushed into the cremation furnace, Ye Qingxin's legs softened, and Jing Boyuan hugged her from behind.

Until this moment, Ye Qingxin understood more deeply. From then on, there is no such person as Zhou Qiaoqiao in this world, and she has no mother.

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Spoiler Theatre:

The funeral was over and people went to the yard empty.

At night, in the bed, Jing Boyuan was holding the girl, and her warm palms covered her flat belly.

"That Wen Zeyan was your first love?" He suddenly said something, making Ye Qingxin's heart inexplicable.

Is this to be accounted for after the fall?

He didn't mention it yesterday to today, she thought he had forgotten.

Jing Boyuan's heart os: Forgot? Ha ha