Reborn Dijiao

Chapter 319

Ning Xiuya said with a smile: "I heard that you are getting married, the old lady came back from the temple to see you, why don't you come to say hello?"

Ye Qingwan snorted coldly.

What the two of them are here for is clearly revealed at this moment.

It's not just to make fun of her.

Ye Qingwan still turned around, and called out respectfully: "Thank you, grandma."

His demeanor is dignified and elegant, and he can't find any flaws, and even the slightest trace of stubbornness in the past can be seen.

It seems to be a sincere greeting.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ye was a little surprised, she didn't expect that within a few months, Ye Qingwan would be captured again just as Ning Xiuya said.

While the two of them were not paying attention, Ye Qingwan bent her lips and smiled.

"But grandma is getting old, so please pay attention to your body and don't be too happy. If you get too excited and faint, and never wake up again, then this happy event will be nothing."

Ye Qingwan casually picked up the rouge flower, sipped it twice, her light lips were instantly dyed bright red.

"Ye Yinsu speaks with a straight heart. If there is something wrong with what she said, grandma won't be happy. I hope grandma won't blame Ye Yin." Thin and no smile.

No matter what kind of situation she was in, Ye Qingwan would never bow down to them. Since she came to talk to her, she would naturally accompany her to the end.

Mrs. Ye was stunned for a moment, and when she realized it, her sallow face was flushed with anger, and her two cloudy eyeballs were staring like they were about to fall out.Just about to have an attack, Ning Xiuya suddenly held her down and blinked, as if she was winking at the old lady.

I don't know what message they conveyed with each other's eyes, but Mrs. Ye actually laughed.

She stared at Ye Qingwan's bright red lips, and said, "What a beautiful little mouth, why is it so poisonous?"

Ye Qingwan frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition spontaneously.

Mrs. Ye waved to the maid behind her, and the maid came forward. On the tray was a bowl of dark brown concoction, still steaming.

She picked up the bowl, walked towards Ye Qingwan, and said: "We're fine, anyway, we won't see each other in the future. I'm afraid your husband won't like it, so let grandma help you."

The smile squeezed out of the wrinkled old face was somewhat distorted, full of malice, bitter and mean.

"Girl, this is the only thing grandma can do for you."

Approaching, Ye Qingwan noticed a pungent smell, which was emanating from the bowl of soup.

She was startled, and immediately smelled what it was.

As if pouring out all the anger on Ye Qingwan on her last birthday, Mrs. Ye pinched her chin fiercely, forcing her to open her mouth, and Ning Xiuya held down her hands and feet to prevent her from struggling.

The thick black hot concoction was poured from the half-opened mouth.

Ye Qingwan stared at them firmly with her eyes open, there was no panic in her eyes, only bottomless hatred, no struggle, only the calm before the storm.

After the medicine was completely filled, Ye Qingwan felt as if her trachea was on fire, and it was as if there were thousands of ants gnawing at her throat at the same time.

Unspeakable pain.

The old lady pressed her head on the dressing table without mercy, and Ning Xiuya reached out her hand to roughly wipe off the soup on her face.

The exquisite makeup was smudged, and Xi Po's half an hour of hard work was ruined.

"Oh." Ning Xiuya covered her mouth and took two steps back, apologizing without apology: "I'm sorry, sorry, I accidentally smudged my makeup."

So innocent.

Seeing Ye Qingwan's distressed appearance, Mrs. Ye was overjoyed, but the next second she suddenly pretended to be sullen, smashed the bowl on the tray, and yelled at the servant girl: "Did you see Miss San's make-up all over? Why don't you call me?" Mother-in-law comes in to touch up her makeup!"

The maid hurriedly ran out.

The two of them also left the room with smiles on their faces.

Xi Po came in hurriedly and was startled by Ye Qingwan's appearance. Seeing that most of her makeup was smeared and her face was still stained with water, she thought it was her relatives who were reluctant to marry and suddenly burst into tears until she smelled the pungent smell. It smelled like medicine, and when I rolled my eyes, I understood what was going on.

However, she is just a woman who collects money to do things. This kind of situation is not a strange thing in a rich family, so I can only pretend to be stupid to comfort Ye Qingwan,
"Third Miss, don't be sad. Although she didn't marry into a well-matched and famous family, Mr. Li is still a good-looking talent."

Xi Po said a lot of good things miscellaneously, Ye Qingwan kept her eyelashes down, hiding the flood of hatred and murderous intent in her eyes, no one could tell whether it was sadness or joy on her dull face.

"Poor child." At the end of speaking, Xi Po sighed regretfully, did not say any more, and concentrated on reapplying Ye Qingwan's makeup.

After putting on the makeup again, the small room ushered in another uninvited guest.

Xi Po lowered her head and called, "Second Young Master, hello."

Ye Ningfeng nodded, and stuffed her with an ingot of silver. Xi Po's eyes were straightened, and she thanked her and hurriedly left the lifeless room.

He walked around behind Ye Qingwan, Ye Qingwan regarded him as air and didn't bother to pay attention.

Ye Ningfeng snorted lightly: "Why, why are you in a daze?"

Ye Qingwan remained silent.

"That's right, I forgot that you can't speak anymore." Ye Ningfeng raised her eyebrows and raised the corners of her mouth, feeling quite happy.

Ye Qingwan rolled her eyes and looked at him coldly.

In the dim light, the slender and curly eyelashes are like crow feathers, the bright eyes are dimmed at this moment, and there is only peace in the gloomy eyes, the side face looks a little cold in the dim light, and the red lips dyed with rouge are alluring.

Ye Ningfeng put his hands on her shoulders, looked at her for a while, and smiled, "Tsk, it's so pretty."

"It's a pity." Ye Ningfeng looked at Ye Qingwan in the mirror, and laughed out loud, "Your good-for-nothing brother will never see you again."

"I don't know what kind of expression he will have when he comes back and hears the news that you have married a wife." He seemed to be talking about something very interesting, and said slowly: "It should be the kind of despair, anger, annoyance, but Powerless, right? Hahaha, just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful."

Except for the hatred in her eyes that could swallow everything, Ye Qingwan still didn't react at all.

"Oh, it's kind of boring if you can't talk."

Unable to struggle and resist, like a pool of stagnant water, losers without emotional ups and downs often make the opponent who has the upper hand feel no joy of victory, and Ye Ningfeng gradually loses interest.

"That's it."

Ye Ningfeng withdrew his hands and turned around. When he walked to the door, he turned his head, but saw that the girl with her back to him still didn't move.

Annoyed for no reason.

This is not what he wants to see, her state.

"I hope that when we meet again, you will still be so at ease."

Ye Ningfeng came to the room where Ye Ningyu was.

The room is spacious and bright, in stark contrast to Ye Qingwan's.

Ning Xiuya stood beside her and looked at her daughter dotingly. Mrs. Ye couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. She sat on the soft stool and kept praising her granddaughter. The two women surrounded Ye Ningyu and dressed her up meticulously. , When Ye Ningfeng arrived, they had already reached the last step, and they were putting on their red lips.

(End of this chapter)