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It was a little cold in the house, Qiao Weihuan first went to the bedroom, picked up a very thick coat and put it on, and then went to the study, first called Fu Minglang.

"Yes, there is such a person. Sister, the evidence has been found, the driver on the side of the road at that time was a relative of that person, but the reporter didn't admit it, and said that Uncle Han was that night...... Sister, what should we do now? Do you want to hand people over to the police for a new investigation? ”

Qiao Weihuan closed his eyes, "Jiao, in addition, Uncle Han's threshold is reputation, and he should work the informant." ”

"Okay."

However, Qiao Weihuan can also think of it with her toes, no matter how she checks it in the end, she will not find Charlotte's head, otherwise she will blatantly say that she did it?

This matter, in the end, at most, is to change Uncle Han's innocence, and what will happen again in the future can only be avoided as much as possible.

"Don't leave Uncle Han recently."

Fu Minglang heard something and asked in surprise: "...... Sister? ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't speak again, she hung up the phone and opened the book again, her fingers carefully flattened the corners of the page, staring at the dense small words on it, she could still see it at first, and slowly became a little distracted.

He Zhengxiao's study is a magical place, with all kinds of books crowded on the tall bookcase of Founder, but it still makes people feel that it is empty and quiet.

Suddenly, she heard a voice outside, and she suddenly woke up, and her eyes slid out the window.

London has passed the season of green and yellow, and the lawn in the courtyard is still shining. The servant dutifully turned on the sprinkler and let the sound of the fine sprinkler slowly knock into the window.

Qiao Weihuan looked at it for a moment, and when she turned back again, the opal on her finger enveloped the sunlight peeking in through the window, staring at her brightly and silently.

……

Uncle Zhong slowly stopped the car, he quickly got out of the car, and opened the door of the rear compartment.

He Zhengxiao stretched out his long legs, and his dark eyes stayed on the opposite building for a moment.

Cui Chengchuan's place of residence is very simple, the yard is not big or small, but it is very exquisite everywhere.

He recovered almost the other day, his bones were fine, the bindings had been removed a long time ago, and he was playing squash at home.

Hearing the sound of the door opening unexpectedly, Cui Chengchuan was distracted, the angle was not well grasped, the ball deviated from the track he originally expected, slammed down on the wall, and bounced back with great strength.

He Zhengxiao raised his hand to grab the dark green squash ball, his long fingers gently turned the ball, and the other hand unbuttoned his jacket.

“…… Well? Cui Chengchuan took the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat off his face, "You haven't hurt well, can you fight?" ”

He Zhengxiao took off his coat and handed it to Uncle Zhong next to him, took off his gloves elegantly, took the racket handed by the servant, and served neatly.

Cui Chengchuan touched his chin, took a few steps back, and watched He Zhengxiao play back and forth vigorously, and estimated in his heart that he was almost in good health, and his mood might not be good, otherwise he would come here to play squash ball?

can make him feel bad, it can only be related to the little butterfly.

Unexpectedly thinking of Charlotte, Cui Chengchuan's eyes sank slightly.

Just thinking about it, he suddenly heard He Zhengxiao's low voice: "Morris, Charlotte is not a victim. ”

He Zhengxiao waved his arm unhurriedly, and said with ease: "Charlotte made the right decision at the beginning. She didn't choose you because she was ambitious. ”

Cui Chengchuan's face froze, and his eyebrows sank visibly.

“…… I know. ”

Only two of the old Demville's children survived, and the person who inherited the duke's title should have been Charlotte, but she felt that her pattern was not big enough, so she willingly gave up the inheritance of the title and married into the royal family. However, they knew that even if He Zhengxiao did not inherit the dukedom, he was the de facto leader of Demville.

To put it simply, Charlotte has always had a choice, no one can control her, everything is her own decision.

Seeing the dark green squash ball bouncing back quickly, He Zhengxiao suddenly put away the racket, raised his hand to catch it steadily, and glanced sideways at Cui Chengchuan, "Now she wants to choose you?" ”

Cui Chengchuan's pupils constricted, his body leaning against the wall gradually straightened, and on his handsome face, all the carelessness dissipated in an instant.

Only then did he react to what He Zhengxiao meant by the "sacrifice" just now, it seemed that the conversation between him and Charlotte in the hospital had reached He Zhengxiao.

…… How?

After a while, Cui Chengchuan sneered, "I still mention things hundreds of years ago...... Will she choose me? ”

Leaning back against the wall, Cui Chengchuan lazily put his hands into his trouser pockets, and met the deep and dark eyes without dodging, "Don't come to this with me, ask what you want to ask directly, what can't I say to you." ”

He Zhengxiao chuckled, but the meaning in his voice was unpredictable.

"You see it."

However, as soon as the words fell, He Zhengxiao lightly threw the squash ball, and the racket in his hand followed closely behind, and the squash ball flew out rapidly, drawing a tight straight line in mid-air.

The squash ball slammed down on the wall to the right of Choi's cheek, and he narrowed his narrow eyes as He Zhengxiao handed the racket to the servant, and then left straight.

When the door was closed, Cui Chengchuan wiped off the fresh hot sweat that slipped from his sideburns, and asked the servant in a deep voice: "What happened these days?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly adjusted the collar of his coat, walked into the carriage with long legs, and said slowly: "Uncle Zhong, check the people around Charlotte and Morris, don't alarm them." ”

Choi Seung-chuan behaved calmly, but too calmly. Charlotte was a thorn in his heart, pierced for too long, and the rusty spikes made it difficult for the wound to heal, and it was difficult for him to keep calm whenever he brought it up.

Now that Cui Chengchuan can say this kind of thing naturally, it must be something happened to him and Charlotte, and it will not be a sudden mouthbreak.

The number of times the two of them have met recently is only a handful, and nothing seems to have happened, so check from the people around them.

Uncle Zhong was awe-inspiring in his heart, thinking that he was watching the three of them grow up together, and he didn't want to see those two people making small moves behind He Zhengxiao's back.

…… Let's hope it's all speculation.

Back at the manor, it was already dark.

The sky is covered with velvety curtains, and the brightly lit buildings and starlight make the night even more gentle.

Through the dark windows, you can see that the lights in the master bedroom are on.

Seeing He Zhengxiao enter the door, the servant carefully bent down, "Sir, Madame didn't eat much today, and only ate half a bowl of rice in the afternoon and evening." ”

Or she made it herself.

He Zhengxiao strode up the steps, "What did she do in the afternoon?" ”

"Madame went to the study in the afternoon, and when I went in to bring her afternoon tea, I saw Madame reading. After dinner in the evening, the lady went back to her room and did not come out again. ”

The servant paused, but finally lowered his voice and said, "Sir, Madame has hardly spoken all day, but when she was about to go out, she spoke to the guard at the door. ”

He Zhengxiao paused for a moment before stepping back onto the steps.

Qiao Weihuan sat on the small sofa with a thin blanket on her legs, staring intently out of the window. Hearing the sound of the door opening, her eyelashes trembled slightly, "You don't have to send someone to watch, if I want to leave, I will tell you before leaving." ”

She tilted her head, "When is Lisi's enthronement?" ”

He Zhengxiao gently closed the door, lowered his eyes slightly, and the heavy light fell on her small half of the side face, "The day after tomorrow." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded, and caught a glimpse of He Zhengxiao's long fingers unbuttoning the top of her shirt, her eyebrows jumped, she lifted the blanket and got up from the sofa, "I'll go to the guest room." ”

Suddenly, a cold shadow covered her, Qiao Weihuan reflexively retreated, put her legs on the armrest of the sofa, and couldn't help but sit down again.

The powerful arm fell on the armrest on his side, Qiao Weihuan raised his hand against the approaching chest, wide and tight, half warm and half cold, 100,000 familiar before, but now he feels unfamiliar.

He Zhengxiao completely ignored her resisting posture, his long fingers grasped her wrist, bent down slightly, cold lips and thin white fingers touched and separated, "Sorry, I overdid it last night." ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and asked him softly, "Then why do you want to do it?" ”

Even if his sorry is rare, but when something happens, no matter how sorry he is afterwards, what's the use?

pushed the arm on his side, and found that he couldn't push it away, so Qiao Weihuan stopped pushing, and said calmly: "He Zhengxiao, you should know that I can't lie on the same bed with you now." ”

The night at the bottom of He Zhengxiao's eyes surged slightly, and the moment she let go of her hand, she quickly took her hand back.

Seeing He Zhengxiao straighten up, Qiao Weihuan was about to get up, and was suddenly stopped by him and hugged him.

Last night's scene swarmed in, Qiao Weihuan's chest began to make noise, but he began to chill all over, and his fingers and toes curled up: "You...... Let go! ”

The sofa and the bed were very close, and He Zhengxiao strode away and carried her directly to the bed.

Qiao Weihuan jumped out of bed quickly, but she was so nervous that her calves began to spasm, and one of them didn't stand firmly, and was fished back by He Zhengxiao.

"Huanhuan."

He Zhengxiao's voice was low and long, with his unique bewitching flavor.

Qiao Weihuan was in a trance for a moment, and he couldn't imagine at all, how could he still call her in such a gentle tone?

He Zhengxiao lifted the quilt with his big hand, covered her whole head and tail, and brushed her long fingers over her sweaty sideburns.

Her whole face was incredibly white, and her lips were also blue, but her eyebrows became more and more colorful.

In the dark eyes, there was an inadvertent panic, which deeply burned He Zhengxiao's eyes.

If she says anything now, I'm afraid she won't be able to listen.

Leaning over and dropping a kiss on her smooth forehead, He Zhengxiao walked out of the bedroom without saying a word.

When the room was completely quiet, Qiao Weihuan exhaled heavily. She sat up slowly, bent over her bent legs, buried her face in her arms, and sat motionless for a long time.

In the living room on the first floor, He Zhengxiao took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, then pulled out a chair and poured half a glass slowly.

The long fingers pressed against the wall of the glass, and the slight shaking caused a faint ripple of the clear liquor in the glass.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

It was a little cold in the house, Qiao Weihuan first went to the bedroom, picked up a very thick coat and put it on, and then went to the study, first called Fu Minglang.

"Yes, there is such a person. Sister, the evidence has been found, the driver on the side of the road at that time was a relative of that person, but the reporter didn't admit it, and said that Uncle Han was that night...... Sister, what should we do now? Do you want to hand people over to the police for a new investigation? ”

Qiao Weihuan closed his eyes, "Jiao, in addition, Uncle Han's threshold is reputation, and he should work the informant." ”

"Okay."

However, Qiao Weihuan can also think of it with her toes, no matter how she checks it in the end, she will not find Charlotte's head, otherwise she will blatantly say that she did it?

This matter, in the end, at most, is to change Uncle Han's innocence, and what will happen again in the future can only be avoided as much as possible.

"Don't leave Uncle Han recently."

Fu Minglang heard something and asked in surprise: "...... Sister? ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't speak again, she hung up the phone and opened the book again, her fingers carefully flattened the corners of the page, staring at the dense small words on it, she could still see it at first, and slowly became a little distracted.

He Zhengxiao's study is a magical place, with all kinds of books crowded on the tall bookcase of Founder, but it still makes people feel that it is empty and quiet.

Suddenly, she heard a voice outside, and she suddenly woke up, and her eyes slid out the window.

London has passed the season of green and yellow, and the lawn in the courtyard is still shining. The servant dutifully turned on the sprinkler and let the sound of the fine sprinkler slowly knock into the window.

Qiao Weihuan looked at it for a moment, and when she turned back again, the opal on her finger enveloped the sunlight peeking in through the window, staring at her brightly and silently.

……

Uncle Zhong slowly stopped the car, he quickly got out of the car, and opened the door of the rear compartment.

He Zhengxiao stretched out his long legs, and his dark eyes stayed on the opposite building for a moment.

Cui Chengchuan's place of residence is very simple, the yard is not big or small, but it is very exquisite everywhere.

He recovered almost the other day, his bones were fine, the bindings had been removed a long time ago, and he was playing squash at home.

Hearing the sound of the door opening unexpectedly, Cui Chengchuan was distracted, the angle was not well grasped, the ball deviated from the track he originally expected, slammed down on the wall, and bounced back with great strength.

He Zhengxiao raised his hand to grab the dark green squash ball, his long fingers gently turned the ball, and the other hand unbuttoned his jacket.

“…… Well? Cui Chengchuan took the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat off his face, "You haven't hurt well, can you fight?" ”

He Zhengxiao took off his coat and handed it to Uncle Zhong next to him, took off his gloves elegantly, took the racket handed by the servant, and served neatly.

Cui Chengchuan touched his chin, took a few steps back, and watched He Zhengxiao play back and forth vigorously, and estimated in his heart that he was almost in good health, and his mood might not be good, otherwise he would come here to play squash ball?

can make him feel bad, it can only be related to the little butterfly.

Unexpectedly thinking of Charlotte, Cui Chengchuan's eyes sank slightly.

Just thinking about it, he suddenly heard He Zhengxiao's low voice: "Morris, Charlotte is not a victim. ”

He Zhengxiao waved his arm unhurriedly, and said with ease: "Charlotte made the right decision at the beginning. She didn't choose you because she was ambitious. ”

Cui Chengchuan's face froze, and his eyebrows sank visibly.

“…… I know. ”

Only two of the old Demville's children survived, and the person who inherited the duke's title should have been Charlotte, but she felt that her pattern was not big enough, so she willingly gave up the inheritance of the title and married into the royal family. However, they knew that even if He Zhengxiao did not inherit the dukedom, he was the de facto leader of Demville.

To put it simply, Charlotte has always had a choice, no one can control her, everything is her own decision.

Seeing the dark green squash ball bouncing back quickly, He Zhengxiao suddenly put away the racket, raised his hand to catch it steadily, and glanced sideways at Cui Chengchuan, "Now she wants to choose you?" ”

Cui Chengchuan's pupils constricted, his body leaning against the wall gradually straightened, and on his handsome face, all the carelessness dissipated in an instant.

Only then did he react to what He Zhengxiao meant by the "sacrifice" just now, it seemed that the conversation between him and Charlotte in the hospital had reached He Zhengxiao.

…… How?

After a while, Cui Chengchuan sneered, "I still mention things hundreds of years ago...... Will she choose me? ”

Leaning back against the wall, Cui Chengchuan lazily put his hands into his trouser pockets, and met the deep and dark eyes without dodging, "Don't come to this with me, ask what you want to ask directly, what can't I say to you." ”

He Zhengxiao chuckled, but the meaning in his voice was unpredictable.

"You see it."

However, as soon as the words fell, He Zhengxiao lightly threw the squash ball, and the racket in his hand followed closely behind, and the squash ball flew out rapidly, drawing a tight straight line in mid-air.

The squash ball slammed down on the wall to the right of Choi's cheek, and he narrowed his narrow eyes as He Zhengxiao handed the racket to the servant, and then left straight.

When the door was closed, Cui Chengchuan wiped off the fresh hot sweat that slipped from his sideburns, and asked the servant in a deep voice: "What happened these days?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly adjusted the collar of his coat, walked into the carriage with long legs, and said slowly: "Uncle Zhong, check the people around Charlotte and Morris, don't alarm them." ”

Choi Seung-chuan behaved calmly, but too calmly. Charlotte was a thorn in his heart, pierced for too long, and the rusty spikes made it difficult for the wound to heal, and it was difficult for him to keep calm whenever he brought it up.

Now that Cui Chengchuan can say this kind of thing naturally, it must be something happened to him and Charlotte, and it will not be a sudden mouthbreak.

The number of times the two of them have met recently is only a handful, and nothing seems to have happened, so check from the people around them.

Uncle Zhong was awe-inspiring in his heart, thinking that he was watching the three of them grow up together, and he didn't want to see those two people making small moves behind He Zhengxiao's back.

…… Let's hope it's all speculation.

Back at the manor, it was already dark.

The sky is covered with velvety curtains, and the brightly lit buildings and starlight make the night even more gentle.

Through the dark windows, you can see that the lights in the master bedroom are on.

Seeing He Zhengxiao enter the door, the servant carefully bent down, "Sir, Madame didn't eat much today, and only ate half a bowl of rice in the afternoon and evening." ”

Or she made it herself.

He Zhengxiao strode up the steps, "What did she do in the afternoon?" ”

"Madame went to the study in the afternoon, and when I went in to bring her afternoon tea, I saw Madame reading. After dinner in the evening, the lady went back to her room and did not come out again. ”

The servant paused, but finally lowered his voice and said, "Sir, Madame has hardly spoken all day, but when she was about to go out, she spoke to the guard at the door. ”

He Zhengxiao paused for a moment before stepping back onto the steps.

Qiao Weihuan sat on the small sofa with a thin blanket on her legs, staring intently out of the window. Hearing the sound of the door opening, her eyelashes trembled slightly, "You don't have to send someone to watch, if I want to leave, I will tell you before leaving." ”

She tilted her head, "When is Lisi's enthronement?" ”

He Zhengxiao gently closed the door, lowered his eyes slightly, and the heavy light fell on her small half of the side face, "The day after tomorrow." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded, and caught a glimpse of He Zhengxiao's long fingers unbuttoning the top of her shirt, her eyebrows jumped, she lifted the blanket and got up from the sofa, "I'll go to the guest room." ”

Suddenly, a cold shadow covered her, Qiao Weihuan reflexively retreated, put her legs on the armrest of the sofa, and couldn't help but sit down again.

The powerful arm fell on the armrest on his side, Qiao Weihuan raised his hand against the approaching chest, wide and tight, half warm and half cold, 100,000 familiar before, but now he feels unfamiliar.

He Zhengxiao completely ignored her resisting posture, his long fingers grasped her wrist, bent down slightly, cold lips and thin white fingers touched and separated, "Sorry, I overdid it last night." ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and asked him softly, "Then why do you want to do it?" ”

Even if his sorry is rare, but when something happens, no matter how sorry he is afterwards, what's the use?

pushed the arm on his side, and found that he couldn't push it away, so Qiao Weihuan stopped pushing, and said calmly: "He Zhengxiao, you should know that I can't lie on the same bed with you now." ”

The night at the bottom of He Zhengxiao's eyes surged slightly, and the moment she let go of her hand, she quickly took her hand back.

Seeing He Zhengxiao straighten up, Qiao Weihuan was about to get up, and was suddenly stopped by him and hugged him.

Last night's scene swarmed in, Qiao Weihuan's chest began to make noise, but he began to chill all over, and his fingers and toes curled up: "You...... Let go! ”

The sofa and the bed were very close, and He Zhengxiao strode away and carried her directly to the bed.

Qiao Weihuan jumped out of bed quickly, but she was so nervous that her calves began to spasm, and one of them didn't stand firmly, and was fished back by He Zhengxiao.

"Huanhuan."

He Zhengxiao's voice was low and long, with his unique bewitching flavor.

Qiao Weihuan was in a trance for a moment, and he couldn't imagine at all, how could he still call her in such a gentle tone?

He Zhengxiao lifted the quilt with his big hand, covered her whole head and tail, and brushed her long fingers over her sweaty sideburns.

Her whole face was incredibly white, and her lips were also blue, but her eyebrows became more and more colorful.

In the dark eyes, there was an inadvertent panic, which deeply burned He Zhengxiao's eyes.

If she says anything now, I'm afraid she won't be able to listen.

Leaning over and dropping a kiss on her smooth forehead, He Zhengxiao walked out of the bedroom without saying a word.

When the room was completely quiet, Qiao Weihuan exhaled heavily. She sat up slowly, bent over her bent legs, buried her face in her arms, and sat motionless for a long time.

In the living room on the first floor, He Zhengxiao took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, then pulled out a chair and poured half a glass slowly.

The long fingers pressed against the wall of the glass, and the slight shaking caused a faint ripple of the clear liquor in the glass.

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