Hearing this news, Ye Xiaoman couldn't say anything in his heart.

Although Su Changqing's actions were influenced by succubi, part of the reason was that he did have misdeeds in his heart.

Aunt Ye saw that Ye Xiaoman was stunned, and said to her: "Don't think too much, you don't know Mrs. Lizheng's mouth, the sesame big thing can make her say that it is bigger than the sky." I look at Changqing, at most, I don't think about tea and food, but I don't want to go on a hunger strike. ”

Ye Xiaoman nodded, cheered up, and asked her if her mother was tired in the past two days.

Aunt Ye shook her head and touched her stomach, it has only been more than a month, and she has not yet shown her pregnancy. But this baby is really comfortable, the baby in the belly is not tossing at all, she doesn't even feel like vomiting, but can eat two bowls of rice in one meal.

What's even more peculiar is that the more summer it gets, the hotter it gets, the more comfortable she feels. In previous years, she would have a bad temper when it was hot, but this year she has always been very peaceful.

Ye Xiaoman thought to himself: Jin Crow likes to be hot, and it is estimated that his mother is affected by it.

The matter of the succubus must be solved, but even the divine beasts don't know what to do, and Ye Xiaoman is helpless for a while.

At this time, she remembered Qi Yelai.

Qi Ye has read so many books and is very knowledgeable, so he probably knows about succubi.

Why don't you write a letter and ask?

But thinking about being tossed half dead by Qi Ye two days ago, Ye Xiaoman immediately dispelled this idea.

In case he read the letter and couldn't help but run back to see her for a while, Ye Xiaoman couldn't stand it.

By the way, you can go to the study to take a look, Qi Ye has collected a lot of unique books, if you are lucky, you may be able to find it.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaoman immediately came to the study.

Since Qi Ye left, the study has been locked.

Without him, except for Qi Ye, no one in the family is willing to read.

Oh, no, Bai Qiu is willing to read medical books, but his books are all in the pharmacy.

Ye Xiaoman opened the lock of the study and went inside.

The fragrance of books on his face was mixed with the smell of rosin, which was Qi Ye's favorite taste, Ye Xiaoman's face turned red, as if he was by his side.

On the landlord and south side of the study is a row of bookcases, among which there is a large bookcase, which is very neatly tied, behind the bookcase is a Taishi chair, and next to the bookcase is a porcelain bucket, in which there are several paintings.

Except for the time when he moved, this was the first time Ye Xiaoman entered the study.

She didn't know where to start, so she walked over to the desk, picked up one of the paintings, and opened it.

The painting was actually her, about eleven years old, in the crisp autumn afternoon, she was chasing the most naughty pig in the green grass behind the village, and her mother called her home, and she looked back with a smile.

Looking back, the smile was drawn by Qi Ye under the pen, the little girl on the rice paper, smiling skillfully, beautiful eyes, can see the full love of the painter.

Qi Ye said that he liked her, but Ye Xiaoman didn't know that this joy had been treasured in his heart for a long, long time.

Ye Xiaoman was a little moved, curious about what was on the other paintings.

She opened the other one, and sure enough, it was still her.

The painting is full of winter snow, the house is lit up for the New Year, and the twelve-year-old Ye Xiaoman is pasting window flowers, which is the first time she has cut out a decent window flower, and she is very happy. In the painting, she is wearing a thick red jacket with a plush scarf around her neck, and her eyes are squinting with a smile.

Ye Xiaoman opened several other paintings, each of which was her.

She covered her face, missing Qi Ye a little.