Fu Cuihua hadn't seen Jiang Yi, and Zhang Changming wasn't here today, so she was home alone, and suddenly a man in black with an extremely strong spirit came and brought her here, saying that he would let him see someone. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

Fu Cuihua has never been to such a high-end place in her life, this feeling is like when she went to the house of a relative who she hadn't seen for a long time in the imperial capital, just such a finely decorated style made Fu Cuihua, who had only seen a small flat building, feel inferior.

Especially coming to this kind of place.

She was led by someone from behind, behind a curtain, and unexpectedly saw a young man.

The man just said that he was his young master, and just this title almost made Fu Cuihua have the illusion of returning to the old times.

However, now he can still be called a young master, and this identity is definitely not ordinary.

The young man was wearing sunglasses, and she couldn't see his face completely, but the first impression was that this young man was very good-looking, and the dignity that flowed from the inside out had the illusion that Fu Cuihua was breathless.

Jiang Yi waved his hand, faintly greeting with some impatience: "Sit." ”

In fact, because the person in front of him is Jun Ci's aunt, he has given enough face, and ordinary people are not enough for him to say a word.

Fu Cuihua sat down tremblingly.

Jiang Yi whispered to Uncle Tao: "Uncle Tao, you go outside and guard, don't let people disturb you." ”

He didn't even want Uncle Tao to know about this matter.

Uncle Tao nodded, and walked to the door of the café and sat down.

Fu Cuihua sat in the position, only feeling cramped and nervous, facing Jiang Yi who was so powerful, she didn't even know where to put her hands, put them on her knees, and said a little nervously: "Please...... Who are you? ”

She is not yet fully accustomed to the Mandarin of the imperial capital, with a local accent.

As soon as she spoke, such a thick accent made her a little embarrassed, as if in the face of such a clear young master, the wrong accent was a kind of stain.

Fortunately, Jiang Yi doesn't care about this at all now, his mind is full of Jun Porcelain's affairs, so he gets straight to the point: "I know you are Jun Cera's aunt, you don't need to know who I am, I only asked you a few things this time, you can only choose to answer, if you don't say it, I will clean up your Zhang family." ”

He was very arrogant in his bones, and the threatening words at this time were even more readily available, obviously he was used to speaking, although his voice was good, but the strong deterrent power revealed in those words showed that he was not joking.

Fu Cuihua shuddered, and hurriedly said, "You...... What do you want to ask? ”

In this case, how dare she inquire about this person's identity.

It was precisely because Jiang Yi's tone was too fierce that she mistook Jiang Yi for Jun Ci's enemy for a while.

Thinking of that child, my heart was a little complicated for a while.

"Let me ask you the first one, when you picked up Jun porcelain, did you have spots on her face?"

Hearing Jiang Yi ask this question, Fu Cuihua was stunned a little unexpectedly, and then realized that this was not a big question, her eyes drooped, and she shrunk in response, "En." ”

This question is not very important, but Jiang Yi still has doubts in his heart: "You thought she was a disease at the time?" ”

"It's not ......" Fu Cuihua whispered: "We also found a doctor at the time, asked, and the doctor said that there was no problem, so we thought it was a birthmark......

If it was really a disease, they wouldn't treat Jun Ci.

Jiang Yi listened, his eyes narrowed, and the hand on the table clenched a little, revealing a hint of viciousness, and Fu Cuihua was frightened and didn't dare to look at him.