Zhao Siqing seemed to have heard some joke, and asked rhetorically: "Aunt Jiang, the venue of the banquet is your house, the wine is also prepared by you, and the maid is arranged by you, what are you suspecting?" Could it be that you think I have the ability to be a prophet of the future, and then I changed the glass of wine? ”

Hearing this, Jiang Xueqing couldn't laugh anymore, and stared at Zhao Siqing with a slightly gloomy face.

At this moment, Zhao Xing'an, who was in the compartment of the box, also frowned and fell into deep thought.

Qingqing's words are right, Qingqing went to their house for the first time in so many years, and basically didn't know anyone except him, how could he have the strength to set such a big trap?

Seeing that Jiang Xueqing was silent, Zhao Siqing smiled and said softly: "Aunt Jiang, you can hate me as much as you want, but I hope you can treat your father well." I have never dared to disturb my father over the years, just because I am afraid that you will mind, and my father's life is not easy, I hope you can treat him well. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Xueqing's face was distorted a little, and she clutched the cup in her hand to death.

This Zhao Siqing is really evil!

Could it be that she knew that Zhao Xing'an was here, so she deliberately said these words to him?

Zhao Sixue glanced at her mother, and her expression was not very good-looking.

Zhao Xing'an, who was in the compartment, was stunned for a few seconds when he heard this, and when he remembered his previous suspicions about Zhao Siqing, he couldn't help but feel a touch of guilt.

Indeed, she has never bothered herself for so many years, let alone slandered her father behind her back, how could she want to take revenge on him?

Zhao Xing'an had already figured it out at the moment, but it happened that Jiang Xueqing spoke again.

"Qingqing, Xing'an is my husband, even if you don't say it, I will do my best." Jiang Xueqing spoke softly, squeezing out a genuine smile on her face.

Zhao Siqing chuckled: "It's better to be like this." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Xueqing's face was not very good-looking: "Qingqing, what do you mean by this?" If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly, although Auntie is sorry for you, she is definitely not sorry for your father. ”

Zhao Siqing's face also turned a little colder, and she looked directly at her Jiang Xueqing and said, "Aunt Jiang, sixteen years ago, in front of the Donghuai Shopping Mall, I saw you once. ”

Jiang Xueqing was stunned for a few seconds: "What do you want to say?" ”

"I didn't understand it very well at the time, but I also remember that you hugged a man and were inseparable." Zhao Siqing's eyes were cold.

"Don't spew blood!" Zhao Sixue on the side couldn't sit still first, and she was not light.

"It was a cold day, and you were wearing a beige coat and the man was wearing a gray suit." Zhao Siqing spoke unhurriedly.

Sixteen years ago, she had seen it.

Jiang Xueqing's breathing was a little unsteady: "Qingqing, you must pay attention to real evidence when you speak, even if Auntie was sorry for you yesterday, you can't spew blood like this." ”

Zhao Siqing smiled and said indifferently: "I'm not interested in getting too involved in your family affairs, I just want to remind you not to do anything sorry for your father." ”

Jiang Xueqing's face was ugly, she never thought that Zhao Siqing would remember so many years ago.

Zhao Sixue said again on the side: "You were only eight or nine years old at the time, and you may be wrong in your memory." Why are you so sure that the person you see is your mother? ”

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and said slowly: "At that time, my father and Yang Jingqiu had only recently divorced, and I heard that he had remarried, so I was curious about what the woman he remarried looked like." At that time, your wedding was very sensational, and a random search of the screen was full of your photos, and I was naturally impressed when I saw the real person at first glance. ”