Chapter 860

"Did you choose the skirt?" At the beginning of the summer, seven eyebrows picked and asked back. Seeing him nodding, his lips curled and he said in a low voice, "don't pretend that you know me very well. If you really know what I like, you won't choose a skirt of this style!"

"On the contrary, I think this dress is more suitable for you!" The young club owner said here, pause, smile meaningful: "although I'm no better than Feng Xun, and you live together, but I think, you know no less than him!"

"It's just peeping in the dark. It's the same as Feng Xun!" Said the seventh day of the summer, not forgetting to pour a basin of cold water on him.

"Miss Xia may have misunderstood our organization. We have been watching in the dark, but it's not peeping..." the club owner sighed and looked earnestly: "after all, your mother used to be one of us, and as her best little daughter, we should protect your safety!"

"Protection?" On the seventh day of the summer, when he heard his explanation, he raised his chin slightly and asked in a funny way, "I want to thank you for what you said."

"No need to thank..." the club owner shook his head and smirked, slowly and solemnly said, "we just need you to inherit your mother's mantle!"

"And then used by you?" Xiachu seven slammed down the water cup and said coldly, "I don't care what my mother did for you, but now I tell you clearly that Xiachu seven can never be your tool or help you with anything."

When she said that, she was going to get up and leave.

"Miss Xia, I think you misunderstood. We let you inherit your mother's mantle, but we definitely don't want to use you!" The owner of the club explained with a smile. However, he found the information on the seventh day of the summer and never believed that they had any good intentions.

"Needless to say, I'm not interested in your proposal!" On the seventh day of the summer, he was walking towards the door of the room. Just as he reached for the doorknob, the voice of the club owner sounded from behind.

"Miss Xia, don't you always want to know the cause of your mother's death? Is Miss Xia going to give up pursuing the death of your mother at this time? "

The action of the seventh day of the summer was stagnant and silent for a moment. Then he turned slowly and looked at the club owner who was still sitting on the sofa. His eyes narrowed slightly and he asked unhappily, "what do you know?"

"I know a lot, but Miss Xia, this is the secret of our rose cross. If it's not for the senior members inside, outsiders are not qualified to know!"

When the club owner said this, he added with a smile: "if Miss Xia doesn't believe it, you can ask your brothers and sisters, or your father Xia Lao. I don't think any of them can give you an answer!"

"How can you be sure my father doesn't know?" In fact, the seventh day of the summer did not know how much his father knew about his mother's affairs at the rose cross. He only knew that his father rejected the past and did not allow her to mention it at all!

"If I guess correctly, Miss Xia asked your father after she got your mother's gold coin?" The club owner asked with a smile.

On the seventh day of the summer, his face sank and his eyes glared at him fiercely: "you even sent surveillance personnel in my house?"

"Miss Xia, you misunderstood. We didn't monitor your old house. You can rest assured!" The owner of the club shook his head and said with a smile, "as I said just now, that's my guess. Before she met old lady Bai, didn't Miss Xia ask your father about her mother's old friend and the origin of gold coins?"

On the seventh day of the summer, he was relieved, silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "yes, I did ask, but my father's reaction was fierce, I didn't understand..."

When she said this, a sneering smile came to her lips: "but after I further investigated the news of your rose cross, I finally understood why my father was so shy about mentioning you!"

"Your father has a deep misunderstanding about us..." when the club owner mentioned this, he was very sorry and looked sad.

"Misunderstanding? All I know is that my father loves my mother very much, and her death is a great blow to my father! " At the beginning of the summer, the owner of the club said nothing more than hypocrisy.

"I know you have a rule that anyone who joins your rose cross can never quit, or you will be chased by your people!"

On the seventh day of the summer, he clenched his fist secretly and flashed a cold light in his eyes: "I'm afraid my mother was chased to death by your people because she wanted to quit after marriage."

"Miss Xia, it seems that you have a deep prejudice on us..." when the club owner heard her guess, he shook his head, put down his glass, stood up and walked up to her, and said in a deep voice: "your mother is one of our best members. We have been sorry for the loss of such an excellent talent as her. How can we hurt her?"

"You didn't kill it?" Early summer seven Leng Leng, is she guessing wrong?

But if the mother didn't want to quit to cause her death, why did she die?

On the seventh day of the summer, a picture begins to emerge in my mind. My mother's figure appears in the picture, and there is a little girl, who looks like she was when she was a child

"77, as like as two peas, you can wait here, do not run around...", who is speaking in such a gentle voice, just like the dream.

She called "mother" subconsciously. As a result, the figure of mother in her mind suddenly became blurred, and the picture in front of her suddenly turned into a large amount of dripping blood.

"A lot of blood..." early summer seven subconsciously stepped back, covered his head, trembled: "a lot of blood..."

"Miss Xia, are you ok?" The owner of the club saw her eyes suddenly become confused, her face was also inexplicably pale, and her body was constantly shaking. He quickly patted her on the shoulder and asked with concern.

"So terrible, a lot of blood..." the seventh day of the summer was still chanting. The club owner picked his eyebrows in doubt and looked around. He couldn't see any blood.

"Miss Xia, where is the blood?"

The seventh day of the summer shook her head. She didn't know why her head was throbbing. The picture in front of her was also chaotic. She put out her hands to cover her head and said, "it's hard, it's painful..."

When the club owner saw her reaction, he was also startled and quickly asked, "Miss Xia, where are you suffering? Tell me?"