C8 Mysterious Wrapping

"Why? "Don't you like your mother?" Ling Xiao Yue's heart rose to her throat.

Nian Bing shook his head. "Mom is the best in the world, but with dad, no one will bully me. Mom doesn't need to work so hard." She kept lowering her head and taking her fingers.

Mummy is happiest when it comes to remembrance. Mom... "It's never been hard, and Mom can also protect it." "Ling Xiao Yue's voice began to tremble. She gently caressed the reciting head, hoping that she would give up on this idea.

"Mom is so silly, having a dad is such a good thing." As she recited the words with a look of complaint on her face, Ling Xiaoyue felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Ling Xiaoyue was extremely flustered and could not be reprimanded because of this matter. She could only change the topic and eat the cake.

The mother and daughter duo found a very romantic shop and finished reading the cake. Finally, they revealed smiles on their faces.

Night slowly descended, and under the brilliant lights and splendor of the city, every corner of the city was shining with beautiful starlight.

Afraid that she would not digest it, Ling Xiaoyue pulled her by the hand as she strolled in front of her house.

A car sped by, and he stopped short.

It was Lei Yunze's car.

"Mom, can you wait for me at home? I wanted to buy a gift for the doctor. "

"I'll accompany you …"

"Teacher said we were older than him, so he said we had to stand on our own two feet!" After pushing Ling Xiao Yue towards home, he turned around and ran in the direction the car had disappeared. "I'll be back soon!"

Indeed, Ling Xiao Yue did not want to turn the remembrance of a timid child. Thinking about it for a moment, she decided to stay downstairs. As a result, she relaxed and went upstairs alone.

There was a package placed in front of her house. Ling Xiaoyue did not remember buying anything, so she picked it up to take a look with a puzzled expression.

This gaze made Ling Xiao Yue's back turn cold. The sender was Lu Lan, her long-passed mother.

Ling Xiao Yue's hand that was holding the scissors was trembling slightly. She cut open the package and found that there was a diary inside.

The diary was well protected and the paper was not damaged or yellowed in the slightest. Ling Xiao opened it and the date was set for the summer of 1999.

It was the day her mother died in a car accident.

[Yueyue scored a full mark again. She is my pride.] Jiang is not back yet. I don't know if I should ask him who owns the half of the lipstick in the wardrobe …]

[A woman came to my house today and told me that she and Jiang are truly in love, and that she wants me to leave this house …]

Ling Xiao Yue's vision gradually turned blurry. She hated herself for being so slow. If she cared a little more about her mother, would there be a chance?

She closed the diary and a piece of paper fell out.

[First Miss, please avenge Madam!]

Ling Xiao Yue finally understood the origins of this diary. Only Uncle Li, who had been her housekeeper for more than twenty years, would call her this. The woman mentioned in her mother's diary was definitely Qiao You!

Ling Xiao Yue forced herself to calm down. To someone like Qiao You, the more impulsive you were, the more miserable your death would be.

She didn't have any evidence to prove that her mother's death was directly related to Qiao You's death.

The day she finds evidence is the end of Qiao You!

Qiao You had been feeling uneasy all day, especially at night. She poured herself a glass of red wine to ease her uneasiness, but Qiao Meng kept pestering her to speak.

"Mom, what should we do? "Today, when I talked about the company's inheritance, the board of directors didn't even want to accept it!" Qiao Meng angrily snorted.

Qiao You harrumphed coldly. "Ling Xiao Yue has returned. The board of directors is interested in her."

"Then what should we do? And I, the heir, am gone? " Qiao Meng's voice became a bit louder.

Qiao You stared at Qiao Meng: "You're not satisfied yet!"

Qiao Meng clenched her teeth. She wanted to retort but had nothing to say. She could only shut her mouth.

"It's not like there's no other way. This time, we have to make Ling Xiao Yue completely stink to death in Ling Yun!" Qiao You pressed his temples and raised his goblet to drink the red wine in it.