Chapter 275:

The wedding reception ended, and after the poppy came home, I received a call.
This call was made by Desnan.
He was very cautious. He only talked about an address and hung up the phone.
The poppy looks at the clock hanging on the wall, and the second hand squats.
It is 11 o'clock in the evening.
Meeting at this time will not attract attention and will not expose yourself.
She sneered, and she was extremely careful.
The poppy left the apartment and drove to the address in the South Pass.
The place to meet is a private home.
Poppies stopped the car.
She stood in front of the house and looked at it, and it was dark.
If she remembers correctly, this is the house under the name of the chief.
And he has been imprisoned in Hanyang.
Now... even his life and death is unknown.
The poppy eyes were cold and entered the house.
The last room in the corridor lights up.
She went to the room and pushed in.
When the poppies looked up at the fake South, her look had already returned to normal.
"Daily sir."
Her tone is respectful and she can't hear anything different.
Dai Shinan just poured a cup of tea and looked over: "Poppy."
There was a cup of tea on the table and he gestured for her to sit down.
Dai Shinan: "There is no one here, no need to be restrained."
The poppy sat down, picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.
To do a full set of drama, this fake Dai Shinan is now drinking, is the favorite tea of ​​Dai Chang.
The poppy face did not change the color and put down the cup.
Dai Shinan opened his mouth: "This time the business is busy, so I have not contacted you."
There is another reason. He is not really wearing South. If there is too much contact with the poppy, it will inevitably reveal his feet.
He went to adjust the poppy file and wrote down all the tasks she had completed before.
Wear South Africa but want this person to use it for himself, but also to let her trust her wholeheartedly.
Poppy: "I understand."
Dai Shinan casually mentioned: "When you came to the engagement banquet, where did Mo Qinghan go?"
Poppy is extremely certain: "Lu Sanshou will never invite Mo Qinghan."
Dai Shinan’s action stopped:
Is it?

The poppy is serious: "Can the sergeant remember the shooting at Beiping Railway Station?"
Dai Shinan nodded. He read the newspaper, but it is not clear about the specific things happening in Beiping.
"Mo Qinghan asked me to pick him up at Peiping Railway Station." Poppy said, "But at that time, the people I waited for were..."
"He and Ye Chu."
Dai Shinan’s heart was tight, and Mo Qinghan actually concealed this matter from him and Dong Hongchang?
Poppies watched the reaction of Daisnan quietly.
It seems that Dai Shinan does not seem to know about this.
Poppies slowly delayed things at the time, and there was no detail.
"The French Concession sent a killer to chase Mo Qinghan. He met Ye Chu on the train."
"Ye Chu has a person who has Lu Sanshao in the dark, and Mo Qinghan has held her in order to use this group of people."
Dai Shinan bowed: "What?"
The poppy continued: "The conflict between the Peiping Railway Station is the killer of Lu Sanshao and the killer of Mo Qinghan."
"In my opinion, Lu Sanshou will definitely hate Mo Qinghan because of this incident."
"In addition, I also heard the rumors..." Poppies tentatively looked at Dai Shinan. "The thing that Mo Qinghan was vacated in the public board was exactly what Lu Huai did."
In a few short sentences, Poppy told Mo Qinghan and Ye Chu's hostile relationship very clearly, and also showed that she had no knowledge of Mo Qinghan's previous confrontation with Lu Huai.
In this way, the fake Dai Shinan will not go to the trouble of Ye Chu, and will not doubt himself.
More importantly, Mo Qinghan has twice plagued the upper body, and fake Southland will certainly be dissatisfied.
"Mo Qinghan is this person..." Daisnan meditated. "I want you to monitor him in the board of directors. Can he be different?"
When I heard this, the poppy was more vigilant.
Fake worner finally asked this question.
She knows that he is testing his attitude, and her attitude determines his future practice.
"Daily, there is one thing I don't understand."
"It’s just a straightforward statement."
"I remember wearing the Chief Executive," Poppies frowned. "Mo Qinghan is the one you arranged into the Board of Directors."
"Lu Sanshao has already had an action, and wants to vacate the power of Mo Qing..."
Dai Shinan put down the cup in his hand.
Poppies looked up and said: "Is this matter approved by the Dai Chief?"
Her voice was slightly tight.
It seems to be uneven for Daisnan.
In the perspective of wearing South, poppy is the most loyal.
The two of them looked at each other, but they were actually peeping at each other's minds.
A moment later, Dai Shinan replied: "Mo Qinghan is too swaying, it is time to collect his temper."
The poppy lips were pulled, and they nodded thoughtfully.
She quickly opened her mouth: "Everything is listening to the chief."
Poppies bowed their heads, picked up the teapot, and filled their cups.
This pot of tea is fake and worn by South.
Her tone is light and casual, but this sentence is meaningful.
"Daily’s position..."
"It is my position."
Dai Shinan observed the expression of the poppy, and her look had never been abnormal.
What's more, she seems to just say this inadvertently.
He did not doubt her.
Poppies finished a cup of tea and put down the cup.
The cup is still warm.
She got up and went to the door, pushed the door open and left the room.
The door of the room is closed again.
On both sides of a door stood poppy and Daisnan.
Her eyes are extremely cold.
Poppy knows a simple truth.
Their positions will never be the same.
......
The sun is covered by dark clouds, and the sun is not glaring.
As if something is going to happen.
The wedding banquets of Ye Chu and Lu Huai were held in the past few days.
Everyone is happy, and Mrs. Ye’s illness is already well.
Mrs. Ye always believes in the Buddha of God. She regularly goes to the temple to pray and pray for family safety.
When she recovered, she was ready to go to the temple.
Before Ye Chu and Lu Huai got married, Mrs. Ye wanted to pray for them.
The car left the Yejia Mansion, and Mrs. Ye was sitting alone in the car.
The driver has been working for Ye Family for many years and is extremely loyal.
The car drove smoothly up the hill.
This temple has a strong incense and many pilgrims come here.
After a while, the car slowly stopped in front of the temple, and Mrs. Ye got off the bus.
The clean place of Buddhism is full of incense.
The Fanyin bursts into the ear and his mind is quiet.
The pilgrims who come and go are with a sincere color.
Mrs. Ye’s wife was fragrant and then squatted on the futon.
She folded her hands and closed her eyes.
May the leaves be peaceful and happy, and happy.
May the Ye family be all right...
When Mrs. Ye was sincerely worshipping Buddha, a woman walked toward the little temple in the temple.
The man handed something to Xiaoyan, pointing to the direction of the old lady.
She has something to say.
When Mrs. Ye stood up, her knees were numb.
At this time, the little sister came over to Mrs. Ye.
He opened his mouth: "The donor."
Mrs. Ye’s wife looked back and the person who called her was a small donkey in this temple.
Xiaoyan is only about eleven years old, with five facial features and a calm face.
"I was asked someone to let me give this to you."
Xiao Yan spread his hand and a folded note was placed in his palm.
He picked up the note and handed it to Mrs. Ye.
Mrs. Ye’s wife groaned and reached for her hand.
Mrs. Ye asked: "Who is the person who gave you the note?"
Xiao Yan looked blank and shook his head: "The man has already left."
Mrs. Ye smiled: "Thank you."
After the departure of Xiaoyan, Mrs. Ye walked to the side of the main hall.
She unfolded a note with a line of words on the workmanship.
When her eyes fell on the note, she suddenly became confused.
In the next second, Mrs. Ye quickly closed the note and pinched it in her hand.
The original flat note was smashed into a ball.
Mrs. Ye’s legs were soft and almost stood still.
The air in the hall was dull, and she quickly walked out of the hall.
Although it was early summer, the old lady’s back had a cold sweat.
She looked around and wanted to find someone who gave me a note.
In the temple, pilgrims come and go, and each is a strange face.
Mrs. Ye’s wife stood there and looked confused.
Those pilgrims passed.
The crowd moved as if the tide was flowing over her side, but she was still in place.
The temple is clearly swaying in the sound of the Sanskrit, but it seems to be quiet.
She only heard the heart in the chest beating vigorously.
In the summer, the air is hot and dry.
Mrs. Ye’s wife felt that her body was cold.
She took a heavy step and left the temple.
The driver waited outside the temple. He saw Mrs. Ye’s coming out and immediately walked over.
At this point, Mrs. Ye’s face was heavy and it seemed that something had happened.
The driver was somewhat worried and opened the door for Mrs. Ye.
The driver noticed the strangeness of Mrs. Ye’s wife and did not dare to ask.
On the way back, the car was silent and quiet, and it was a bit strange.
The mountain wind that chilled out of the window blew, and the summer heat gradually dissipated.
Mrs. Ye looked out of the window and the scenery outside was flashing past.
The deep dark green covered her eyes and she fell into distant memories.
The next second, a dull voice slammed into the silent air.
The car swayed violently and the body leaned toward the other side.
The driver realized that the situation was wrong and immediately stepped on the brakes.
Due to the emergency braking, the car suddenly slowed down and the body dragged a few meters on the ground before stopping.
After the driver stabilized his body shape, he quickly looked back to see Mrs. Ye’s condition.
Mrs. Ye’s wife waved her hand and signaled that she was fine.
The two got out of the car and the driver squatted on the side of the car.
He found that the tire was cut by the iron thorn on the ground and the car lost its balance, causing an accident.
I don't know who is throwing this dangerous thing here.
The driver looked at Mrs. Ye’s wife:
I went to the temple to find someone to help, fix the car.

Fortunately, the location of the accident is not far from the temple, you can go back to find a helper.
Mrs. Ye nodded.
At this time, they drove a car behind them.
Mrs. Ye retired to the side and gave way to the car.
I never thought that the car slowed down and stopped in front of them.
The next second, the door opened, and a well-dressed woman walked out of the car.
The thin sunlight sprinkled gently through the gaps of the branches, just shining on the man's face.
The person who came is Ji Manqing.
She has made it easy, and others will not know her true identity.
Ji Manqing leaned on the side of the car and his eyes fell on Mrs. Ye.
"Your car is broken, I will send you a ride."
Mrs. Ye just wanted to refuse, and Ji Manqing immediately opened her mouth and blocked her next words.
"We only met in the temple, is it half an acquaintance?"
Ji Manqing’s face is calm, but the voice is dark.
Mrs. Ye recalled the scene of the temple and immediately thought of the things in the hall.
Is this woman the person who wrote this note?
Mrs. Ye’s chest was stagnant and frozen in the throat if she had not yet exported.
The driver did not know what happened between the two, and naturally stood there and did not speak.
After a few seconds, Mrs. Ye was forced to calm down. She said to the driver: "You go to the temple to find someone to help, I take her car back."
Ji Manqing chuckled when he heard Mrs. Ye’s words.
She seems to have long expected that Mrs. Ye will agree.
Mrs. Ye stepped to the car next to Ji Manqing and pulled the door and sat in it.
Ji Manqing also sat back in the car.
The next second, the car starts and goes down the hill.
The sky is getting darker, and today's darkness seems to be earlier than before.
The wind between the trees creaked, and the shaking branches were like living creatures.
Ji Manqing has never had an opening, and the car has stopped at the foot of the mountain.
Ji Manqing parked the car aside and she glanced at the sky outside.
The next moment, her body leaned back and sneered: "It's going to rain."
Ji Manqing’s words have not been finished yet, and the rain suddenly arrives, and the cold wind swept over.
The rain of the beans lingered in the car, and the rain outside kept ringing.
Mrs. Ye was close to her lips. She turned her head and looked at Ji Manqing.
In her words, her throat squeezed out: "You were the one who was in that year..."
Ji Manqing glanced at the old lady Ye and interrupted her: "I am his family."
Mrs. Ye’s body was soft, and she grasped the armrests of the car and held her body.
Ji Manqing’s eyes are ridiculed:
Thanks to you, you can still remember this.

"I thought you had forgotten it."
Mrs. Ye immediately shook her head: "I don't remember one day."
Her voice is very painful.
Ji Manqing sneered aloud: "You will not be uneasy?"
Ji Manqing suddenly increased the volume, and the words with obvious questions.
Mrs. Ye wants to open her mouth, but the tears fall first.
All the words you want to say are condensed into one sentence.
"Sorry."
Ji Manqing heard the apology of Mrs. Ye’s wife, but she did not move.
"In that year, the son you gave birth has grown up?"
Mrs. Ye heard that Ji Manqing mentioned her son and immediately looked up at her.
Ji Manqing saw that Mrs. Ye had a reaction and went on.

Today, he has an important position in the Shanghai government and he lives very well.

Ji Manqing pressed hard: "Yes, there is Ye Family..."

Ye is a famous jeweler and has a lot of family.

"And you, your grandchildren, and your knees, each of them is extremely filial to you."
The old lady’s face was darkened by an inch.
"So, do you think you are sorry to say this?"
Ji Manqing's cold voice fell into the car, and together with the rain outside the car, knocked on the heart of Mrs. Ye.
The old lady Ye is silent, and the air around her body seems to be cold.
She still remembers that night.
That night, as it is now, it is also raining heavily.
The rain was fast and anxious, the sound of the wind and the rain did not rest all night, and the window was sizzling.
The icy rain hit the window, making people desperate.
At that time, she experienced dystocia, and her long-term pain made her unconscious.
After that night, she has been living in self-blame.
She has regretted what happened that day.
After Ji Manqing and Mrs. Ye’s wife finished speaking, they started the car.
Ji Manqing fulfilled his promise and will send her back to Yejia Mansion.
Because for Ye Laotai, on the way back, every minute is a torment.
When the Yejia Mansion was approaching, Ji Manqing slowed down the speed.
The car and the Yejia Mansion are separated by a street, and the car stops at the end of the street.
The rain washed the window, and it was almost desolate.
When Mrs. Ye got off the bus, she still echoed what the woman had said in her mind.
As night falls, the sky is groggy.
She seems to be walking in the dark to dark night.
"The days of your peace in these years..."
"Soon and soon, one day will be fully recovered."