Seeing Han Qingqing, who came, there was a little surprise in her eyes.

Good night Xia: "Auntie." ”

"Is there anything you want me to do?" Han Qingqing smiled, her voice was soft and soft, like a spring breeze.

As she spoke, she paddled her wheelchair with one hand and opened the door: "Come in and talk." ”

The living room is full of oil paintings, and there is an unfinished painting on the drawing board next to the window.

In all oil paintings, there is one thing in common, that is, there is a woman in white in it, with a slender figure, but there is no painted face, long hair fluttering, from the perspective of temperament, a bit like Han Qingqing herself.

Han Qingqing made tea, and after entertaining Xia Goodnight and Lin Chen, she asked in a soft tone, "Did you come to me for something?" ”

Xia Wan'an nodded, and was still organizing the language, Han Qingqing's beautiful voice drilled into her ears again: "It has something to do with being beaten with a smile, right?" ”

Xia Wan'an didn't expect Han Qingqing to take the initiative to mention this matter, she looked at Han Qingqing with some surprise: "Auntie, do you know that Yixiao has been beaten all the time?" ”

Han Qingqing nodded, and a sadness like water flowed out of her eyes: "I know, over the years, I have been like this. ”

"Then why don't you want to find a way to stop all this, you can tell the old lady, or you can tell Han Jingnian......"

"Old lady? She is willing to let me live here, and she has tolerated me to the fullest, what face do I have to go to her again...... What's more, over the years, they have also been unable to protect themselves, telling them is just a mess, if you don't tell them, I and Yixiao can still live like this......" Obviously very helpless and sad, but when Han Qingqing said these words, the corners of her lips could have a shallow smile.

Xia Wan'an was said by Han Qingqing, and he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

She's right, so what? Maybe before he could say it, someone had quietly killed him first.

"That'...... Auntie, do you know who Q is? Or, do you have any clues? ”

Han Qingqing shook her head: "I don't know, every time he comes, he disguises himself very tightly." ”

“……”

Xia Wannight and Han Qingqing chatted for a while, and Han Qingqing answered all questions, but failed to provide any clues.

Xia Goodnight could also see that he couldn't get any news from Han Qingqing, so he got up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Xia Wan'an glanced at the oil paintings in that place again: "Auntie, are these oil paintings painted by you?" ”

"Well, it's okay to pass the time." Han Qingqing's wheelchair happened to drop an oil painting, she bent down to pick it up, and then stared at the figure of the woman in white above, her eyebrows and eyes were a little tender.

Xia Wan'an looked at Han Qingqing's watery and amorous eyebrows, and spoke again: "I can see that my aunt still cherishes these paintings very much." ”

"Every work is my child." Han Qingqing said, put down the oil painting in his hand, and sent Xia Goodnight and Lin Chen away.

Xia Wan'an thought that Han Qingqing's legs and feet were inconvenient, and after walking out of the door, she said politely: "Auntie, don't send it." ”

Han Qingqing smiled and said "goodbye".

Xia Goodnight and Lin Chen also said goodbye, turned around and left, and after getting in the car, Xia Goodnight glanced at Han Qingqing who was still at the door of the villa through the car window.

At the moment when the car started, a wind blew and lifted Han Qingqing's skirt, and Xia Wanye saw that there were intricate whip marks on her legs...... It is exactly the same as the whip marks on Han Yixiao's body.