Escaped wife at a high price: Evil young man, let’s get a divorce

After the song was over, Wang Jiaqi lowered her hands and looked at the grave reluctantly and said: "I used to think that a piece of music is very long, but now standing here, I always feel that there is not enough time for eight ensembles.

Because no matter how well I pull, my mother won't make a sound.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Qin Xiyu, who was serious and doing nothing, smiled slightly and said, "Next time, I will have to wait for a long time again."

"After that, she squatted down, put away the piano with ease, and was about to reach out to pick up the garbage brought by the sacrifice.

Qin Xiyu stepped forward, bent down, picked up everything and said, "I'll come, you miss me so much.

"He is not so kind, but he is most afraid of those reluctant scenes.

Seeing Qin Xiyu walking away, Wang Jiaqi took a step forward, knelt down on the grass hill in front of the grave, touched the stone tablet and began to cry, she sobbed and said, "Is the Kanon just now nice? I have a lot to say to you , but don't know where to start.

But I think you can rest assured that grandpa has paved a good way for me, no matter how many grievances I suffer, it doesn't matter.

And I got in touch with my uncle.

Qin Xiyu has someone else in his heart. If I pay off that debt, I will leave him.

Facing the cold tombstone, she asked, "Do you mind if I hand over the management of the piano shop to Qin Xiyu?" "Suddenly, there was another gust of wind blowing from the top of the mountain, and her long hair fluttered in the direction of the wind.

The wind hit her body for a while, and there was a slight autumn rain.

Wang Jiaqi smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your support, I understand.

She stood up slowly, picked up the violin, and was pulling out the umbrella from the backpack.

At this time, Qin Xiyu covered the top of his head with his palms and said, "It's all right?" Wang Jiaqi was about to open the umbrella, when he grabbed her wrist with one hand and said, "Don't open it.

""Why? "Wang Jiaqi asked inexplicably, she used to be like this, whenever it rained, she would hold an umbrella.

"Haven't you watched "Havoc in Guangchanglong"? Do you want to summon the soul of my family?" After finishing speaking, his eyes rolled to look at the surrounding graves.

Wang Jiaqi suddenly remembered the plot of the heroine "Little Furong" holding an umbrella and moving around during the day.

She gave Qin Xiyu a disdainful look and said, "Master Qin will believe this?" "Don't bother, grandma taught you!" "You're so obedient!" She took his hand, "Run, what if it rains heavily!" The two dragged their hands down the mountain like this.

Run quickly to the parking lot.

But when they ran to the parking lot, the rain stopped.

Seeing this, Qin Xiyu shook off her and said, "I'll go, let's pass the clouds and rain a little.

"Wang Jiaqi pursed her lips helplessly, and murmured in her heart: "If you don't let me hold an umbrella, you won't protect me from the rain. The weather is unstable and you have to complain about it. It's really you.

"Although she was nagging in her heart, she always got into the car so quietly.

Qin Xiyu asked: "Do you play the violin every time you come here?" Wang Jiaqi smiled slightly and said: "Yes! Before my mother was still alive, I felt that playing a piece of music was very long, boring and annoying.

But the moment I saw my mother's pale and frozen face, I felt that there was not enough time for the eight-part ensemble.

People always know how to cherish when they lose.

Afraid of missing out, afraid of losing, but arrogant.

This passage was a reminder to Qin Xiyu, he refused to comment, and instead asked: "It's lunch time, is there any next task?" "Wang Jiaqi looked away, regretfully and helplessly said: "No more.

I wanted to go to my grandfather's grave to say thank you, but I didn't even know where he was buried.

"Qin Xiyu absolutely understands this.

Since she planned to put away the will at the beginning and didn't even mention the death of old man Wang, Wang Jiaqi didn't know where old man Wang was buried, and naturally she didn't know anything about the old man's death.

Wang Jiaqi suddenly remembered the three photos under the ancestral tablet of the Qin family, and asked, "Qin Xiyu, besides sister Xiwen, do you have other brothers and sisters?" "Don't ask me such idiot questions in the future.

"He stared at Wang Jiaqi sharply and warned.

Wang Jiaqi understood in seconds, she swallowed her throat, and made a "cross" with her fingers in front of her mouth.

For some reason, she felt excited right now.

Qin Xiyu turned out to be the boy in his deepest memory.

Thinking of his action of wiping her tears, she thought in her heart—history is surprisingly similar.

She put down her hand, lightly grasped the seat belt, pursed her lips, and asked, "I remember my eldest sister said that you didn't say a word when you were beaten to death for a while, how did you reply in the end?" There was some expectation: maybe he also remembered... Qin Xiyu glanced at her contemptuously from the corner of his eyes and said, "Say what you want! I can't bear it.

"It was so embarrassing to be provoked by a girl that he had to speak up, and he refused to say it even if he was beaten to death.

His brows were raised, and all kinds of small expressions were on his face.

Wang Jiaqi snickered from the bottom of her heart and said, "Understood!"

"It must be a section of the youthful and memorable past.

"This kind of speculation made Qin Xiyu suddenly have question marks in his mind.

Wang Jiaqi continued: "Is there a girl or something?" Qin Xiyu remained silent and continued to drive seriously.

"Could it be... I'm that person's substitute?" She began to question boldly.