If the child in Jing Qinghe's belly is really Xue Yiling's, it is really cut constantly, and the reason is still messy.

"Miss, what should I do with the purple fig?" Hearing this, Zi Fang couldn't help but shed tears.

"So, you have to ask him, there are some things that the body can't hide, Xue Zhuangyuan is a man after all, he ...... "It's hard to say!"

The man's affairs are not very clear.

"And how do I ask him?" Zifang asked.

"You ask him, does the wine he drank have an aphrodisiac effect......" Jing Qingran said softly.

"This ...... How embarrassed to ask? Zi Fang said with a red face.

"Put aside the worldly ideas and just ask." Jing Qingran said.

"Then, try your best." Zi Fang nodded reluctantly.

"You must ask him, this kind of thing, you can't be vague." Jing Qingran said.

Just like the police solve a case, every detail will not be spared!

"That'...... What else to ask besides this? Zi Fang said again.

She could understand the importance of the matter.

"Well, you can ask him whatever you want, anyway, you think, he must not have had anything with Jing Qinghe." Jing Qingran said.

Zi Fang nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Okay, you wait outside here, I'll go in first and call Xue Zhuangyuan out, remember, don't be affected by those worldly concepts!" Jing Qingran said to her.

It's nothing more than a search for the truth.

Zi Fang nodded to her, and Jing Qingran turned away.

……

In the hall, there were only two people, Jing Qingran walked into the hall, nodded with a smile at the man on the seat, said hello, and then looked at the man on the side and said, "Xue Zhuangyuan, Zi Fang said, she has something to say to you, she is waiting for you outside." ”

Xue Yiling stood up and waved at the man on the side, and then at Jing Qingran, and spoke, "Say goodbye first." ”

"Go ahead." Jing Qingran said.

Xue Yiling left, and only the two of them were left in the hall.

Mu Zhengchen sat on the top, took a light sip of tea, Jing Qingran stood in the hall, facing him, there was a distance of three meters between them.

The wind is very light, passing through the hall, fluttering the hem of the clothes, and the ink hair is soft.

The man was dressed in an ink-colored brocade robe, sitting on the top, holding a celadon teacup with slender fingers, with a sense of rhythm, and the whole person had a cold and elegant noble atmosphere no matter from which angle.

The wind passed slowly, and looking at this man, I felt like I was admiring a painting.

It's not just as simple as eye-catching, what's even more strange is that the inner mechanism is inexplicably thinking a lot.

In a more colloquial way, brain supplements.

It's not that I think about it deliberately, but I think about it naturally in my heart.

Is this my husband? I feel like I've really earned it.

Just this skin picture, just go to modern times to be a star or model, that can make fans crazy.

I don't know how such a man grows.

Why do you look good?

Jing Qingran looked at his face, sighed, and shook his head while imagining the scene of him being a star to confuse fans.

"Princess, what are you smirking at over there?" The man raised his eyes lightly and looked at the woman standing three meters away, her face was obsessed, pondering, smirking, shaking her head, contemplation, smirking, and nodding.

It's a lot of variation.

"Nothing, just a sudden thought of what it would be like if you were a star." Jing Qingran smiled at him and didn't mind saying what he was thinking just now.