Mr. Qin has not confessed today

Chapter 43 Qin Huai raised his eyes: "Afraid of me?"

Qin Huai is 10 years older than Xiao Qingyi, and Xiao Qingyi knows this.

Probably because of the original owner's strong desire for his biological mother, Xiao Qingyi felt the same way.

She pondered for a few seconds, then asked: "Then... why did my mother jump into the well? Also, my father... who is he?" Paused, hesitated for a few seconds, "Also, why did uncle spend such a big well?" The price and the Xiao family asked me for ten years of custody?"

Qinghe's expression became serious, and he said to her: "Yiyi, ask what you should ask, and ask less about what you shouldn't." After a pause for a few seconds, he added a suggestion, "It's also best not to ask the eldest son. I think the eldest son is the most taboo People mentioned it."

Xiao Qingyi seemed to understand Qinghe's intentions.

She had asked Qin Huai once before, why he treated her well, but at that time the man just vaguely perfunctory her - [They are all from the same way. 】

What kind of people are all the way?

Come to think of it, what is the unspeakable secret?

Or is it a shocking secret?

Regarding the original owner's life experience, even though Xiao Qingyi did not mention it to Qin Huai for quite a long time in the future, she began to take this matter to heart.

Ten minutes later, she went to Qin Huai with the medicine pillow in her arms.

There was no one in the bedroom, so she went to the study.

The door of the study room was ajar, the light was on inside, the light was dim, and it was indescribably depressed.

Xiao Qingyi lingered at the door for a while before knocking lightly on the door: "Uncle?"

"Come in." The voice was indifferent, with no trace of joy or anger.

Xiao Qingyi walked in anxiously.

The room is lit with tranquilizing incense, and thin smoke slowly rises from the mouth of the sparrow stove, and the fragrance is lingering and floating.

The man was carving an olive core with a concentrated expression. Half of his profile fell under the light and shadow, with a charming curve, handsome as if he was free from the world of mortals, unstained by smoke and dust.

Xiao Qingyi didn't dare to look around wantonly, and walked up obediently: "Uncle."

Qin Huai responded lightly, without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Qingyi looked at the carving knife that flew freely in his hand, feeling inexplicably afraid.

She was a little embarrassed, and said: "I heard that you haven't slept well recently, and you often wake up in the middle of the night. Sister Qinghe made a medicated pillow for you, and I brought it to you."

Qin Huai blew away the crumbs from the olive stone, placed it casually on the Huanghuali desk, raised his eyes to look at her, and asked, "Afraid of me?"

Xiao Qingyi felt guilty and shook his head subconsciously: "...No, no."

Qin Huai put down the engraving knife, took out two disinfectant wipes and carefully wiped his hands. After each finger was wiped clean, he asked, "Then why hide so far away?" After a pause, he threw the disinfectant wipes into the Trash can, beckoning to her: "Come closer."

Xiao Qingyi approached tremblingly.

Qin Huai motioned her to squat down: "Take off your glasses."

Getting close, so close that he could smell the man's pleasant scent, Xiao Qingyi's heart beat like a drum, and he became even tighter.

She pursed her lower lip, obediently took off her black-rimmed glasses, and raised her small face.

Qin Huai looked at her with deep eyes.

The little girl has excellent facial features, sharp outlines, delicate and bright, and a pair of peach blossom eyes are the most rare and ethereal, the excellent color is ruined by the mottled scars on her face.

In the past, her mind was not open and she didn't care about these things, but now it's different, there is no little girl who doesn't love beauty.

Qin Huai took out an ointment from the drawer and asked, "Have you washed it?"

Xiao Qingyi nodded, seeming to understand what the man was going to do to her.

Her eyes were bright, as bright as the stars, and she asked, "Uncle, is this... for removing scars?"

(End of this chapter)