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"Uuuuuuu..."

Old Zhao, who saw the clue, immediately wanted to remind him aloud, but he had no choice but to be forced to cover half of his face by the strong old man, making it difficult to breathe.

He could only keep waving his hands in the direction of the grave.

It was noon at this time, and the strong sunlight made people dizzy.

I don't know if the old man is old and dim-sighted, or he was stimulated by this strange experience, or he is yearning for a woman.

Still kept saying warmly and enthusiastically to Jiang Qiyu who was standing there:

"Good night, come on... You'd better stand there, let Dad take a good look at you."

Looking at the slim daughter in front of him, the old man couldn't help feeling sad:

"Oh... so many years have passed, I wish you were still so... so..."

After a pause, he thought of a suitable adjective:

"You are still so young."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Jiang Qiyu didn't know how to react at this time, she turned her head to look at Yu Xiaoyu who was still squatting under the grave.

But she found that her legs might be numb from squatting for too long, and she was sitting on the ground with her teeth grinning and pinching her legs.

"master......"

As a last resort, the bodyguards surrounding the two couldn't stand it any longer.

Only then did he cleverly save Butler Zhao, who was blushing from the suffocation, from the master's clutches.

"master!"

As soon as Old Zhao regained his freedom, he immediately panted and pointed at Jiang Qiyu who was at a loss:

"Look clearly, master! She is not a lady!!!"

"...Isn't it late?"

The old man was suddenly stunned by his words, he was stunned for a moment, and then under the blinding sunlight, he squinted his eyes suspiciously and looked at "Wan Yi"...

"..."

After observing carefully for a long time, he blinked his sore eyes and turned his gaze to Old Zhao, and said suddenly:

"You fart, I don't believe it."

"..."

Lao Zhao had no choice but to elbow the bodyguard next to him.

The bodyguard also nodded after receiving the signal:

"Master, that lady..."

Halfway through his speech, he remembered that he had never seen the deceased lady herself, so he could only truthfully say:

"It is indeed a person."

"..."

Now it was Jiang Qiyu's turn to be speechless.

After the ups and downs in just a few minutes, her little brain that doesn't work often has roughly understood the situation of this family.

In order to prove that he was not a fake corpse or a reincarnation, he took two steps forward and did not stop until he walked into the shade of a tree.

Standing where she is, let the old man see her face clearly.

"you......"

The old man frowned, pulled away the bodyguards in front of him and also took a step forward, and looked carefully again.

The girl in front of her smiled lightly, although the charm between her eyebrows and eyes was very similar to the previous Wanyi, but upon closer inspection, the two looked alike.

Only then did he take a closer look, as if he had been carved out of the same mold as Wan Yi.

But from a closer look, this child is brighter and more charming than Wan Yi, a bit less gentle and obedient.

When the old man saw the face of the girl in front of him clearly, his eyes that were originally radiant suddenly dimmed a bit.

The voice is also mixed with an unconcealable loneliness:

"...It's not late."

Seeing this, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, including Jiang Qiyu of course.

She pursed her lips and smiled at the lost old man:

"Grandpa, I—"

But by coincidence, when she was preparing to introduce herself and confessed to the crime.

From the graveyard where no one was paying attention, a very soft, mournful and long voice suddenly sounded:

"Hey~~~yo~~~"

As soon as this voice came out, except for the old man who was still immersed in disappointment, everyone else's scalp tightened.

"!!!"

Old Zhao and the bodyguards immediately tensed up, staring at the grave that seemed to be motionless.

But the old man didn't notice, he frowned slightly and looked at the strange girl in front of him.

I wanted to ask questions, but for some reason, I unconsciously slowed down my tone:

"what's your name?"

"what?"

Afraid of being misunderstood again, Jiang Qiyu quickly waved her hands:

"I didn't call, it wasn't me!"

After finishing speaking, he turned sideways and pointed at the grave:

"She called it just now!"

"—"

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger——

However, behind the graveyard, a slightly shorter figure slowly emerged, and limped over under the astonished eyes of everyone.

"..."

Looking at Yu Xiaoyu, who was walking with her teeth grinning and holding her legs, with reddish eyes and suspicious water stains on her face, Jiang Qiyu closed her eyes.

Then he forced out a smile and turned his head to look at the family in front of him again:

"She was with me."

-

10 minute later.

Sitting in the wheelchair again, the old man who covered his legs with a small blanket calmly looked at the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him:

"You said, Jiang Qiyu?"

"Uh-huh."

As soon as she nodded honestly, Old Zhao next to her couldn't wait to say:

"It turns out that you ate the tribute fruit!"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu scratched her head in embarrassment:

"I'm really sorry, why don't I bring some more fruit tomorrow?"

If it doesn't work, she will burn a few trillions tomorrow. Anyway, if there is too much money, it is not too much.

"That's nothing."

Old Zhao didn't mean to blame, he waved his hand casually:

"In the past, after offering sacrifices, they were placed here for the birds and beasts on this mountain to eat."

As he spoke, he looked at the tombstone and recalled:

"Miss liked to come to this mountain to feed the squirrels when she was a child. After she left... this has never stopped."

People from the manor come here to clean it every week, and every time they put fresh fruit in front of the tomb and leave it here for the birds and beasts.

The right is to continue what Miss has been doing.

Just hearing what the housekeeper said made Jiang Qiyu feel even more uncomfortable.

She is so damn...

Just now I was patronizing to ask Saibo Bodhisattva's opinion, but I didn't expect a female Bodhisattva to live here.

"you say......"

Seeing her bitter face, the old man couldn't help but speak again:

"You guys are filming at the foot of the mountain?"

Jiang Qiyu put away her bitter look, and nodded seriously:

"Uh-huh."

"I know this."

Only then did Old Zhao remember after hearing this:

"A man came to the manor half a month ago and said that he wanted to rent a place from us, but you and the young master and the young master were not there at the time, so I refused on my own."

Old Zhao has managed the manor for decades, so he still has this right.

"Ah."

The old man nodded and said nothing.

Then he turned his head to look at the girl who had an oolong in front of him, hesitated again and again, and took the initiative to speak:

"Do you... have parents?"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu was stunned, and subconsciously blurted out:

"Are you...polite?"