After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 36 is not only a shadow, but also a dark history!
He Huilin didn't know what she was thinking. After falling into a stalemate at the dinner table, she suddenly said to the old man: "It seems that Mo Kehan ​​really has a deep and dedicated affection for Kang Xue. Dad, this palm The back of the hand is full of flesh, instead of making the two children suffer, it is better to see Mo Kehan's sincerity and let him and Kang Xue be fulfilled..."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Kehan ​​had already taken out the prepared agreement, and pushed it to Mr. Xie in a polite and respectful manner.

Mr. Xie didn't even look at it, the spoon knocked against the edge of the bowl, making a crisp and sharp sound, and said coldly: "You young people like to mess around, I won't interfere, when Qingsu comes back, I'll ask her what she means .”

That being said, the old man put the agreement at hand and had no intention of pushing it back.

Mr. Xie was protecting Xie Qingsu at home, supporting her in everything he said, and Xie Kangxue was used to it. After seeing all this, her expression didn't change. She got up obediently and wanted to help Mr. Xie get another bowl of soup .

"Grandpa, I knew you loved me the most. Although I knew I had done something wrong, I couldn't bear to criticize me. I think of your kindness, and I will definitely..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mr. Xie had already raised his hand to block her outstretched hand, and without looking at her face at all, he said in a cold tone with almost no warmth: "I have always been a stranger to outsiders. Tolerance, you are not my own granddaughter, your biological parents will judge whether you have done anything wrong, and I don't need to be harsh."

The smile on Xie Kangxue's face remained unchanged: "Grandpa, are you still angry with me? I grew up by your side, you..."

When Mr. Xie heard her words, he frowned, obviously unwilling to listen to these nonsense mixed with sweet and soft ecstasy soup.

He Huilin said in time: "Yes, you taught Kang Xue's first calligraphy by your own hands. No matter how close the blood relationship is, Kang Xue has been babbling by your side since she was a child. Points, not too shallow..."

"It's also fortunate that Kang Xue grew up in our Xie family." Xie Jianheng said while sitting at the table at this time: "I heard that the Sheng family couple of her biological parents have worked as workers in an ordinary power plant for half their lives. There are many relatives and elders who are addicted to alcohol and gambling to bluff around. They also have a son who is considered promising, but he is only a small leader in the criminal police team, and there is another younger sister under him. I heard that he is still in high school. Her parents couldn't afford to support her, so she had to rely on her elder brother to pay her tuition and living expenses, this kind of poor growing environment was not suitable for Kang Xue."

"That's true." He Huilin hurriedly smiled and served Xie Kangxue some food, and then said to Xie Jianheng: "Kang Xue was educated by us, and speaking of it, her major is also suitable, and she has also been top-notch in the past two years in the business school." She is often praised by the professor, why not wait for her to recover and join the company to help you share the burden."

"Oh, by the way, He Junsheng also praised Kang Xue at the beginning, saying that she is quite spiritual, and he planned to teach her some skills in the shopping mall by hand when she took over the company's affairs in the future. The famous Invincible God of War in the shopping mall, he doesn't accept ordinary apprentices! And hasn't He Qiuming always had a good relationship with Kang Xue?" He Huilin laughed while talking, and then smiled and turned to look at Mr. Xie.

However, Mr. Xie said sarcastically: "He Junsheng is the person I have brought together in the past few decades. What kind of person does he like? Do you think you are very good?"

He Huilin chuckled: "No matter what kind of person Lao He likes to deal with, this person will not be Xie Qingsu who just shuts himself in the office and dawdles around quietly."

Xie Kangxue had already sat back. Hearing this, she said with a smile as if she wanted to help Xie Qingsoda, "Mom, don't say that about my sister. Although she has not studied related majors in a general way, as long as she is willing to put her heart into it, she can still help you." It is enough to establish a reputation in the company, and not all powers must have professional knowledge, you also know that my sister has worked hard in her education environment since she was a child, and it will definitely be much better if she adapts for a while."

"Yeah, what else can I expect from her, if you have a better temper and do less work, thank God..." He Huilin sighed for a long time.

"Are you still eating or not? Whoever talks more will get off the table." Mr. Xie was impatient.

The dinner table finally returned to silence.

After the meal, Xie Kangxue saw that Xie Jianheng had to go out for a temporary dinner, so she suddenly walked over and asked softly, "Dad, is my sister just alone in the office in the company recently? Didn't she have any contact with other people?"

Seeing Xie Jianheng turn around to look at her, Xie Kangxue smiled sweetly at him again: "I mean, what is the relationship between Uncle He and He Qiuming with her? Are they familiar? Uncle He...do you like her?"

"No contact. Your Uncle He is usually busier than me. Even if he had the chance to meet Xie Qingsu in the company, he might not be able to pay attention to her." Xie Jianheng said, looking at the time, and went out without talking further.

Xie Kangxue smiled sweetly and told him to drink less alcohol and pay attention to his health during the social gathering.
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After Xie Qingsu got back into the car, he didn't drive away immediately.

I don’t know if it’s because she just fell asleep while sitting and didn’t sleep well. Now her eyes are uncomfortable and her head hurts. Although it’s not serious, the street lights in the distance are too bright. It's a bit overstimulating, even wearing sunglasses in the car.

She just sat in the car like this, closed her eyes and rested for a while.

The phone kept sending her messages from the owner of the antique shop. For a while, she was discussing strategies for expanding and decorating the store, for a while, she had found some good things to show her, and for a while, she sent another message of the day. Income and expenditure statement, hundreds of thousands of millions of acquisition expenses and hundreds of thousands of millions of income news one after another.

Xie Qingsu didn't even look at it, she just closed her eyes and thought about the expressions of those city hall leaders just now.

It can be roughly seen that what they said would be considered seriously, but there is also a chance of failure in this chance of winning. Just waiting like this will not have any effect, and she needs to do something else.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly the car window was knocked twice, not lightly but not hard.

She opened her eyes and saw Shen Luo outside the car window, gesturing twice to her to get out of the car.

Not far away, Zuo Yushi's figure stepped out in front of the teahouse door. The man was tall and long-legged, his elegant facial features were hidden in the neon shadow, and the lights and shadows around him were intertwined. From her angle, only the shirt on the man's body could be seen. Fang could only see the collar of a shirt clearly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the button on the neckline, Xie Qingsu was silent, and the memory of that night inexplicably entered his mind again.

Nothing happened that night, and she was still the one who was handcuffed, so how could she remember it so clearly?

Is this the legendary stress traumatic disorder?

She lived two lifetimes, and it was the first time she was drugged, but in the end not only couldn't even restrain a man, but she was handcuffed. Did this embarrassing experience cast a psychological shadow on her?
Not only shadows, but black history!
She simply didn't open the door, closed her eyes as if she couldn't hear or see, and pretended to be dead in the car.

(End of this chapter)