1345: C1345 Discover the Secret

C1345 Discover the Secret

Yeh Beixiao's words about a child's wife had made Xu Qingsheng feel very emotional. It was as if Bai Shiyin was a part of his body.

Bai Shiyin, on the other hand, blushed a little in embarrassment.

She said to Yeh Beixiao, "Old Yeh, that's all in the past. Let's not talk about it!"

Pei Zhan suddenly remembered a very long time ago.

At that time, they were still young. One day, Xu Qingsheng told Yeh Beixiao and Pei Zhan with a colorful face that a guest had come to his house.

The two of them asked him what kind of guest he was, but he refused to tell them.

Later, when Yeh Beixiao and Pei Zhan interrogated him, Xu Qingsheng said that it was his parents who arranged for the child to come.

At that time, Xu family had just arrived in Ann City not long ago, and Bai Xincheng had not arrived in Bai family yet. Xu Qingsheng and Bai Shiyin were childhood sweethearts, and they had yet to develop feelings for each other.

At that time, Pei Zhan said with disdain, "What era is it now, and you still want to marry a child? That woman must be an ugly monster. If she can't get married, then she will have to rely on you!"

Xu Qingsheng was unhappy. "Of course not. Sister Yin is quite pretty!"

Pei Zhan had a look of disdain.

Yeh Beixiao had seen Bai Shiyin's photo before, so he used it as an example. "Yes, Old Xu's child's wife is quite pretty!"

The young Yeh Beixiao was a little wilted. In order to prove his words, he followed Xu Qingsheng to the Xu family and saw Bai Shiyin with his own eyes.

At that time, Bai Shiyin was a fair and pretty little girl, and she was not shy at all.

Therefore, during that summer vacation, almost three people played together. Pei Zhan followed his mother to the capital and did not see Bai Shiyin.

Pei Zhan remembered that he had once said that Bai Shiyin was an ugly monster that could not be married, and he could not help but feel embarrassed.

Xu Qingsheng pulled Bai Shiyin's arm and said, "Let's go. I will bring you to know a few friends!"

Without saying anything, he pulled Bai Shiyin away.

Just now, he saw Pei Zhan talking to Bai Shiyin from afar. He was inexplicably flustered. He hurriedly pulled Yeh Beixiao over.

Now, Bai Shiyin's legs had completely returned to normal. She stood in the crowd. Her tall figure and elegant face had a fatal attraction to the young master of a prestigious family.

Xu Qingsheng felt that only by placing Bai Shiyin by his side would he be able to calm his heart.

However, Bai Shiyin did not want to be with him.

After leaving Pei Zhan, Bai Shiyin said, "You guys go and do your stuff. I'll go to the bathroom."

As she spoke, she walked to the side of the hall. There was a corridor there, and there was a public bathroom at the end of the corridor.

When she came out of the bathroom, her vision blurred. She felt two figures entangling in front of her. Through a side door, she went to the garden at the back.

She heard a woman say in a suppressed voice, "Little Brother Wen, be gentle, you're hurting me!"

Bai Shiyin was shocked and felt that this female voice was somewhat familiar.

She heard the man say, "Sister Yan, I finally managed to get you here. I miss you so much!"

"Aiya, you are so annoying. Don't let others see you..." The woman was shy and shy. She followed the man to the back.

Bai Shiyin followed him out of nowhere. From afar, she saw a young man pulling a beautiful woman to a small building in the backyard.

That man kissed and touched the woman, causing her to laugh.1

When she dodged the man, she tilted her face to let Bai Shiyin recognize that the woman was actually Qiao Xinyan.

She was shocked in her heart and could not blame her for finding the voice familiar.

Wasn't Qiao Xinyan Xu Qingsheng's girlfriend? Why was she still hanging out with other men?

Just as she was in a daze, Qiao Xinyan actually looked at her. She hurriedly hid behind the wall.

Pei Wen asked somewhat impatiently, "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Xinyan was somewhat suspicious, "I feel that someone saw us!"

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