Aunt Bao didn't seem to expect Diao Ranran to take the initiative to mention Qiujing to herself, she was silent for a while, standing in place, the emotion on her face couldn't tell what she was thinking at the moment.

And Diao Ranran had a ghost in her heart, and while drinking soup, she secretly looked at her.

When she found her private schedule in Qiujing's room, she didn't tell anyone except Zhan Xingchuan.

She had a strange intuition, Diao Ranran felt that maybe even Aunt Bao probably didn't know that Qiu Jing had quietly left such a personal belonging.

Therefore, she was even more surprised that the dozen or so pages were torn off by whom.

Or did someone find out one step ahead of him and completely destroy the unspeakable part of it in order to prevent future troubles? But if this was the case, why didn't he burn it all down and destroy it, and why did he leave a time bomb to arouse suspicion.

Through this incident, Diao Ranran is even more sure of one thing: there is no impermeable wall in the world.

She was thrilled, not knowing how long she would be able to keep her secret.

"Let's finish drinking, don't be in a daze, go upstairs and take a shower, and go to bed early." ”

Aunt Bao took the empty bowl from Diao Ranran's hand, put it in the sink on the side, and urged repeatedly.

It's already more than ten o'clock in the evening, Aunt Bao has always gone to bed early, but occasionally she will wait for Diao Ranran, who returns late, she doesn't enter the door, and she can't sleep steadily.

Diao Ranran still wanted to take the opportunity to ask a few more questions, but seeing that Aunt Bao covered her mouth and yawned, she was also a little unbearable, and she didn't want to disturb her rest, so she had to say "good night", then turned around and walked up the stairs in a daze.

Looking at her back, Aunt Bao stood in the kitchen and didn't move for a long time.

It can be seen that the child is now grown, and she also notices a trace of strangeness in the family. Come to think of it, how could a child born to a woman as ice and snow as smart as Qiujing only inherit her beauty?

She sighed, shook her head, and walked back to her room with heavy steps, unable to guess what would happen next.

The same heavy footsteps, there is also Diao Ranran, who walks up the steps step by step.

She felt as if she had fought a battle tonight, without the smoke of gunpowder, but destined to kill and wound.

On the surface, she and Zhan Xingchuan were the victorious side, and with Diao Chengxi's hand, they knocked out the wild seeds in Bai Novi's stomach. But in this way, it will inevitably make her focus all her hatred on herself, and Diao Chengxi doesn't know the truth, and she will secretly blame herself for her lack of affection when she is alone.

There are too many hidden dangers, in fact, this is not a good thing.

So, no one got a real, pure victory, a little bit of a lose-lose smike.

And these, I'm afraid that twenty years ago, Qiu Jing had already expected that she was the real big winner behind the scenes.

She is really smart, knowing her husband's character, even if she won't die young, she can't help but go out of her way to mess with flowers. And his net worth will attract the favor and calculation of countless women, and they will all use the same trick to use children as capital to enter the door. Well, she took the lead in the main room, so that they couldn't get pregnant, and even if they were pregnant, it was not the kind of Diao family.

Diao Ranran felt speechless for a while, this move in the autumn realm was really too high-end, she only had the word "admiration" left, and besides, she couldn't say anything else.

Taking off her skirt, her eyes fell on the wound on her calf, which had gradually healed, and there was no need to wrap a thick layer of bandages, only a piece of medical gauze the size of a palm.

In the end, she is young and has good physical fitness, plus these days, Aunt Bao has been staring at Diao Ranran to take medicine on time and drink soup at once, so her wounds heal quickly.

Diao Ranran reached out and touched his calf twice, and he caught a glimpse that not far from the wound, there happened to be a black mole. Suddenly, she remembered what Lu Qingyu had said to herself that day.

He said something, as if to say, that he also had a mole on the back of his neck, but he couldn't find it now.

Listening to his tone, it shouldn't seem like he's lying.

Diao Ranran hurriedly threw her skirt aside, stripped herself off to a small pair of underwear, and then stood in front of the dressing mirror, trying to twist her neck back. However, probably because of the angle, she couldn't see it clearly, so Diao Ranran had to rush to the dresser again, took a small makeup mirror, grabbed it in her hand, and reflected the image in the dressing mirror, and finally saw it.

The white shoulders and neck are flawless, not a mole or acne scar, clean and clean.

She was a little dazed, and after a long time, her two big eyes were almost cross-eyed, and she was sour, only to look at the pores one by one, and she still didn't find anything after the last.

Throwing away the makeup mirror, Diao Ranran fell on the bed, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

It's really, confused.

She couldn't help but think of the last time, Ying Ning hesitantly asked herself, are you really Diao Ranran?!

If not her, who am I?

Am I her, or am I?

It's completely messed up, everything is off the rails, in an unpredictable direction, developing rapidly, and no one can do anything about it......

Early in the morning, Diao Ranran walked downstairs slowly with two panda eyes.

In the past few days, she has difficulty moving, and Aunt Bao delivers three meals a day to her bedroom.

Seeing her come down, Aunt Bao hurriedly asked about her leg injury, Diao Ranran moved her leg, saying that it was nothing serious, but it was a skin injury, and she had been raised for several days, and she was not so delicate.

"Why aren't you delicate? You are the most delicate in the Diao family, and you are as delicate as the third old lady. ”

Aunt Bao disagreed, and couldn't help muttering.

Diao Ranran twitched the corners of his mouth, and the appearance of the old lady who was old but stubborn immediately appeared in front of him, and this time thanks to his arguments, Bai Nuowei could be regarded as not able to marry. Otherwise, her mother is more expensive than her son, and the rest of the people can't say anything.

"By the way, Aunt Bao, I was looking for a photo last night, why didn't I find a photo of myself?"

She suddenly remembered something, she couldn't sleep last night, so she rummaged through the cabinets and searched in the bedroom, only to be shocked to find that Diao Ranran didn't even have a photo.

This is so strange, not to mention a daughter, even an ordinary girl, it is rare not to take one or two sets of art photos at this age, leaving her most beautiful youth.

"Why, aren't they all in the top two drawers of the chest of drawers? I've said a long time ago, just shoot it, don't shoot the kind of bare|breast|exposed|ru, you can only store it in a drawer, you can't enlarge a few photos, hang it on the wall for relatives and friends to see......"

Aunt Bao shook her head unhappily as she brought breakfast to the table, as if she was very dissatisfied with it.

When Diao Ranran heard this, her brows immediately tightened.

I see, it seems that someone took a step ahead and put away all the photos, no wonder she couldn't find even one at all.

She sat down at the dining table, remained silent on the surface, and gently picked up the milk cup and took a sip, however, Diao Ranran's heart was extremely frightened: Is every action and choice she makes, in fact, according to the script written by others?