Chapter 493 Lip color is like peach petals with dew
An Qiyue's face was expressionless, her cold expression seemed to be holding on to something, she lowered her black eyes slightly, and her heart was filled with damp soreness.

If she is not An Xingmei's child, who is she?

Why did her biological parents abandon her after giving birth to her?
That cruel person, who are they?
After all these years, have they ever looked for her?

...

Was it because Ji Junyao knew An Xingmei's secret that she pressed her every step of the way, lured her to take drugs, and then forced her to commit suicide by jumping off a building?

What about Grandpa, An Shiguo?

Did he know Ji Junyao's ulterior secret, and that's why he died inexplicably?
……

Xia Zhishui's amount of information is too powerful, countless reasons linger in An Qiyue's mind like exploding fireworks...

Her breathing became slightly serious, and she raised her eyes again to face Xia Zhishui's flushed face from drinking, and said, "How did you know? Could it be that my mother's death is related to my life experience?"

Xia Zhishui's lips curled into a faint smile, she had already drank all the wine in her bottle.

She put the empty bottle on the dressing table, and said casually: "It's a coincidence that I heard Ji Junyao's wall. It was just not long ago. She and her mother had a dispute over coffee, and the words were rushed The words just came out.”

An Qiyue's face was pale, and she smiled in a low voice, most of which was self-deprecating to herself.

She said: "I spent four years investigating the cause of my mother's death, but it's not worth your hearing. Xia Zhishui, how credible are your words?"

Xia Zhishui tapped the table with her fingers, her lips after drinking wine looked like peach petals with dew on them, and they looked translucently pink.

She calmed down and said thoughtfully: "Of course there is no evidence for the bottle, and the words are naturally not credible. The people I sent to investigate some information about your life experience, as for whether An Xingmei is because of your life experience He was killed by Ji Junyao because of the mystery, too much time has passed, and there is no basis for investigation due to limited ability."

Xia Zhishui paused, followed others and stood up. She was slightly taller than An Qiyue, and she was also older. The charm of a mature woman was something that An Qiyue didn't have.

She raised her hand and patted An Qiyue's shoulder, smiled sympathetically, and said, "Speaking of it, you are quite pitiful. Abandoned by your biological parents, your adoptive mother used it to tie up your husband, and your adoptive father spoke harshly." Discipline, stepmother's brutal killing...To this day, you are still kept in the dark thinking that you are their biological daughter. An Qiyue, these years, you have found no evidence, and the direction is wrong. "

An Qiyue felt a little cold. This kind of cold was not like physical warmth, but chilling.

She was clenched into a fist, her phalanges were slightly pale, and her voice was weak and weak. She laughed at herself and said, "Why do you want to help me?"

Xia Zhishui raised her eyebrows, her smile was lazy and charming, she said: "No, I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."

An Qiyue was surprised: "What do you mean?"

Leaning on the table behind her, Xia Zhishui casually grabbed the phone on the table, clicked on the photo album and handed it to An Qiyue.

An Qiyue lowered her eyes and stared at the woman in the photo. She was a very seductive and starry woman.

Although the photo looks a little old, it still can't resist the woman's deep black eyes, which must be the most beautiful and intelligent eyes An Qiyue has ever seen.

(End of this chapter)

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