Jian Wei didn't know about this because she kept her phone off, and her back froze when she heard what Qi Minhao said.
"Who will handle it? Zhuang Chu?"
"No, this technique is extremely sophisticated, not Zhuang Chu's technique." Qi Minhao said.
"So, someone is still watching everything about my mother?"
Jian Wei opened the news while talking.
Sure enough, there was not a single word of negative news about her mother in the news, but her and Jian Qingtian's still remained on the headlines on the Internet.
It seems that the person cares about his mother, but he doesn't care about everything about her and Jian Qingtian.
She couldn't have known such a person.
So, who is this person?
"Qi Minhao, you're out, where's Xuan Xuan?"
"Xuanxuan's entire ward has been moved back to the villa, don't worry, Xuanxuan is more worried about what happened to you outside. He strongly asked me to come and accompany you."
Qi Minhao seemed to be afraid that Jian Wei would not be at ease, so he took out a small notebook with Xuanxuan's pen and ink on it.
Familiar brush and ink, warm words, and her son's full concern warmed Jian Wei's heart that was riddled with holes.
[Mummy, Xuanxuan has grown up and doesn't need Daddy's company, not to mention Xuanxuan is a man and can protect himself.
But Mommy is a little girl, so it's very inconvenient to go outside. I sent Daddy to Mommy. Mommy, aren't you very moved?
Mommy, you must be fine with Daddy. Your son is at home waiting for you to return home safely, waiting to be the little flower girl at your wedding, preferably a little sister.
love you baby! (love, blowing kisses)]
"Having a son is like a servant, what can a husband ask for?"
Jian Wei leaned against Qi Minhao's chest tightly, and the discomfort in her heart dissipated a lot.
...
Layers of clouds are like running white dragon horses, stretching towards the depths of the end.
Penetrating through the misty layer of fairy-like mist, the line of sight is down.
It is the colorful birds jumping on the branches in the gloomy woods.
The chattering sound is particularly pleasant in a place like a fairyland.
After the cloud layer is the fog layer, and after the fog layer, there is a whole piece of peach blossom tree.
Even in the deep winter season, the peach trees are still blooming with beautiful and delicious peach blossoms.
Behind the entire peach blossom field, white buildings with similar heights and heights appeared.
Each building is almost the same in shape. If you come here for the first time, you will not be able to tell which home is which.
Gu Qijin quickly jumped over a few houses, arrived at a building that was one floor higher than the other floors, and jumped in.
"Master." At this time, her voice was no longer the neutral voice she had when she was outside, but instead carried a girl's tenderness and a hint of indescribable charm, "I'm back, Master, are you there? ?"
Inside the house, the middle-aged man who Gu Qi would like to call his master came out. He was wearing a retro Chinese cheongsam, which outlined his still healthy figure. Although there were shallow wrinkles between his eyebrows, he still did not change his elegant and peerless appearance.
"Kneel down." As soon as the man said it, he sounded like a god, but it didn't give people a feeling of being despised. Instead, he gave people a natural arrogance.
Gu Qijin pursed his lips, immediately lowered his eyes, poofed, and knelt down.
Aggrievedly called out, "Master?"
"How dare you call me Master?" The middle-aged man's expression didn't change much, and his voice didn't even improve at all, but he gave a feeling of oppression invisibly.
"I..." Gu Qijin didn't know how to speak, and after a long time, he only said this word.