Chapter 87

Yesterday, after Guo Yi suddenly arrived at Xia's house, she scared a big Miss Xia, and her feet were shaking. She didn't know how to solve the current danger.

It's impossible to resist. After all, a running dog of the Guo family can make summer ask willingly. Even his wife and children can give them away with both hands. It's no longer a grade at all.

It is the so-called quick wit. After Guo Yi revealed the real purpose of coming to Xia's house this time, Xia Xiaoyun immediately lied about her relationship with the robber, which is very, very unusual.

It made Guo Yi believe that she was covered by the robber saint with an expression of worship for his old man.

Xia Xiaoyun herself knows that she has nothing to do with stealing saints.

As for why the robber punished Bai Yuwen and others for her -- if anyone asked Xia Xiaoyun, who would she ask?

But in order to make Guo Yi afraid of herself, she can only boast about the relationship with stealing saints.

What she never dreamed of was that the saint robber who didn't know where he was stole Guo Yi's Patek Philippe last night.

Xia Xiaoyun was completely stunned: how could this happen?

When people are stunned to the extreme, they can also give people an indifference that Mount Tai collapses in front of them rather than in color, just like Xia Xiaoyun now.

Xia Xiaoyun's calmness made Guo Yi more believe that she already knew that the robber was looking for him. She secretly shouted for luck: Fortunately, she didn't use violence yesterday, otherwise her brother would be as unlucky as Bai Yuwen.

After waiting for a moment, seeing Xia Xiaoyun always looking at herself without saying a word, Guo Yi sighed gently, bent down slightly and said, "President Xia, even today, I have a thorough understanding of the Xia family and Ding Baikang's husband and wife."

"Really?"

Xia Xiaoyun opened her mouth and asked a seemingly insipid question.

"I can guarantee that."

Xia Xiaoyun's dementia was misunderstood by Guo Yi as cold and arrogant. She was a little unhappy in her heart. She frowned. She instinctively wanted to be angry, but she held back: "President Xia, when you see the old man who stole the saint again, please tell him and say I remember his words -- sorry to disturb you and leave."

Without waiting for Xia Xiaoyun to say anything, Guo Yi turned and held his head high, and Shi ran walked away.

"President Xia, are you okay?"

Guo Yi has been away for a long time. When he saw Xia Xiaoyun still standing there motionless, he stretched out his hand and pulled her sleeve with some worry.

"Ah -- I'm fine, I'm fine."

Guo Lianyi shook his head and murmured, "do you really blink?"

Laura, standing at the gate of the iron fence, looked out and said, "President Xia, they really have to go."

"Really go, OK. Go, go, go. "

Like a lost soul, Xia Xiaoyun turned and walked into the living room.

Fang Yuan was a little worried and followed her in.

As soon as he closed the door of the living room, Xia Xiaoyun suddenly screamed and suddenly turned around and hugged him.

"President Xia, are you..."

Fang Yuan was startled.

"Ah, ah!"

Xia Xiaoyun closed her eyes and screamed loudly. She jumped around and around like crazy.

"Xiaoyun, what's the matter with you?"

Chen Wanyue, who was cleaning up in the kitchen, heard Xia Xiaoyun's scream, hurried over and wanted to pull her, but she didn't dare. She just looked around with worry on her face.

"She's fine. She's happy."

Fang Yuan stared into Chen Wanyue's eyes and said faintly, "just now Guo Yi told her that the former debt was written off."

"Write off the previous debt?"

Chen Wanyue had a vacant look on her face and murmured, "what's the previous debt? Does Xiaoyun owe Guo Er less money? "

Fangyuan suddenly wants to go crazy.

Because he could see from Chen Wanyue's eyes that she was not acting at present, she was really at a loss.

It seems that she is the cowardly lady Xia. In the early morning, Chen Wanyue wearing red embroidered shoes is just a ghost that doesn't exist.

A woman who can refine her acting skills to such an excellent level, but doesn't become an actor, is really a big loss in the entertainment industry.

Fang Yuan really wants to tear down Chen Wanyue and find that pair of embroidered shoes.

But he didn't dare to expose all this at will. At least when he didn't find out who Chen Wanyue was, he had to pretend to be stupid, otherwise Xia Xiaoyun would be in danger.

Although Mr. Fang shouldn't care about Xia Xiaoyun's safety, he still can't bear to hurt such a beautiful girl because he's not calm.

Pack.

In any case, Fang Yuan has to pretend in front of people like Chen Wanyue.

In fact, it's like playing a game.

A very fun game.

"Ha, ha ha -- woo, woo!"

Holding Xia Xiaoyun jumping around, he suddenly laughed wildly, and then burst into tears.

There were tears.

"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing her daughter crying and laughing, Chen Wanyue was even more flustered. Holding her hands, she didn't know what to do.

"Don't worry, she's just too happy."

Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "she has been under great pressure recently. Now she has finally put down her burden. It's good for her to cry."

Fang Yuan is right. Xia Xiaoyun's nerves have been tense since the questionnaire absconded in the summer. Even after cooperating with ningyao group, the Jinghua Guo family is like a mountain, pressing on her, making her out of breath and killing her at any time.

It's alright now.

She heard Guo Yi say with her own ears that the previous account was written off, and the haze suddenly dissipated, which also made the negative emotions such as fear and anger in the bottom of her heart turn into tears like the flood of the levee.

It's good for her to release the pressure.

Even if Bai Yuwen makes Chen Wanyue nervous breakdown.

But compared with the more cruel revenge of the Guo family, it seems not worth mentioning.

After listening to the "husband" say that it's good for her daughter to laugh and cry like crazy, Chen Wanyue didn't dare to say anything. She just stood there and wept silently.

Fang Yuan couldn't help saying, "I think you'd better go back to your room first... Don't worry, I'll take good care of her."

"OK, I'll go back to my room."

Chen Wanyue raised her hand to wipe her tears and turned to the other side of the stairs.

Seeing off Chen Wanyue's slim figure was cut off by the door. Fang Yuan kept looking up and didn't move for a long time until Xia Xiaoyun finally stopped crying.

"Feel better?"

Fang Yuan lowered her head, raised her hand and gently patted her back.

"OK, much better."

Xia Xiaoyun said in a hoarse voice. Only then did she find that she held Fang Yuan tightly, trembled, hurriedly pushed him away and retreated a few steps.

"I'm sorry -- I soiled your clothes."

When Xia Xiaoyun looked up, she thought that she was crying with someone just now. Now she pushed them away. It seems that she is suspected of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, so she quickly whispered an apology.

Fang Yuan smiled: "Hey, it's okay. It's a big deal. You'll buy me a new oak."

"OK, what brand do you want, suit or casual wear?"

Xia Xiaoyun, who is in a great mood, certainly doesn't mind being ripped off at this time. When she smiles with tears in her eyes, Fang Yuan thinks of an idiom: pear blossom with rain.

"You look good now."

After heartfelt admiration, Fang Yuan realized that he had said something wrong and quickly coughed: "well, what, you put your nose on your clothes. Just wash it. How embarrassed are you to spend money? If you're really sorry, just give a few thousand dollars carelessly. "

"Dead, money addict!"

Xia Xiaoyun scolded him with a smile, turned and hurried into the bathroom.

She needs a good wash, just like washing away all the bad luck.

But Fang Yuan knew that Xia Xiaoyun's bad luck did not leave with Guo Yi's departure. The real bad luck was actually around her.

Chen Wanyue, what is her origin?

Why can I be sure that for Xia Xiaoyun's safety, I dare not easily expose her tricks?

Fang Yuan copied his hands in his pants pocket and circled freely in the yard. When he came under the pomegranate tree, he stopped. An idea suddenly popped up in his mind: is Chen Wanyue really Xia Xiaoyun's biological mother?

For a full year and seven months, under the strong pressure from a goblin, Mr. Fang's life is maintained by his left hand - but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand a woman's body.

On the contrary, Mr. Fang knew more about women's bodies, skin colors and industries than most men in the world before he met the flower demon.

The rich clinical experience in this regard makes Fang Yuan sum up a truth: no matter how well maintained a woman is, she will leave marks of stretch marks on her belly after giving birth to a child.

Just like the white cloth dyed with ink, no matter how it is cleaned, there will be black color in the fiber.

Maybe some women as like as two peas can get rid of the stretch marks by keeping fit. They can make the belly smooth, which looks exactly the same as before, but never escaped from Mr. Fang's eyes.

In the early morning, Chen Wanyue hung around like a koala. When she leaned back and the white gauze Dance Dress hung down, he could see her belly as soon as he lowered his head.

Chen Wanyue's lower abdomen is smooth, firm and elastic without traces of stretch marks.

However, Fang Yuan didn't notice this at that time, because all his attention was focused on the embroidered shoes.

At this time, when the donkey was grinding around, he suddenly thought of this problem.

Chen Wanyue had no children.

Fang Yuan stared at the tiles under his feet and replayed Chen Wanyue's body again and again in his mind. According to his rich experience, he basically determined this fact.

But Xia Xiaoyun -- whose daughter is she?

If you infer from this, Chen Wanyue's age is not true.

Who the hell is that woman?

Why, she has those embroidered shoes?

Why does she always show me?

Did she know my secret?

No.

If she knew who I was, she wouldn't have had such a good time.

She's really playing?

This series of problems, like a ball of hemp rope, tangled together, leaving Fang Yuan confused and without a clue.

But one thing is very clear, or very dazzling: embroidered shoes.

It's the embroidered shoes.

Fang Yuan is now basically sure that there is no intersection between Guo Yi and Chen Wanyue.

In other words, whether Guo Yiyi or a big man who entrusted Guo Yiyi to come to the king of Tang to steal saints, they didn't know that Chen Wanyue had a pair of embroidered shoes embroidered with other shore flowers.

Originally, Fang Yuan shouldn't have anything to do with this pair of embroidered shoes, but Guo Yi's real purpose of coming to the king of the Tang Dynasty and Chen Wanyue's repeated display of that pair of embroidered shoes can't be ignored.

"Hey, what are you thinking in a daze?"

Just as Fang Yuan was staring at the tiles, Xia Xiaoyun's crisp voice sounded from his ear, startled him and blurted out, "ah, I was thinking, is Chen Wanyue your mother?"