After rebirth, the ascetic Mr. Li stepped down from the altar for me

Bai Yihan kissed Li Chong'er's forehead tenderly, and then asked the servant to take the little girl upstairs.

After the little girl left, Bai Yihan sighed, looked at Qiao Mian and Li Yehan and said, "Yehan, Mianmian, come with me to Xu's house. Xu Hui suddenly went crazy."

Hearing this, Qiao Mian and Li Yehan were immediately stunned.

Since Xu Mingze left, Xu Hui has been in poor condition.

Unexpectedly, he went crazy now.

Previously, the person Xu Mingze deliberately hit with his car later died after resuscitation failed.

The reason why he suddenly drove his car and hit that person is still under investigation.

It can be said that that person has no connection with her or the Li family.

However, her intuition always told her that Xu Mingze's doing this had something to do with her.

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Mian lowered her eyelids, looked at Bai Yihan and said, "Okay, we'll go there right away."

Regardless of whether Xu Mingze's matter had anything to do with her or not, she had to help take care of his mother.

After all, he had done so many things for her silently.

He also had a life-saving grace for her.

As a human being, you should never forget who is kind to you.

A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.

This is what her father has told her since she was a child.

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When Qiao Mian, Li Yehan, Bai Yihan, and Li Nancheng arrived at the Xu family villa, Xu Hui was trembling, caressing Xu Mingze's photo, and kept giggling——

"Mingze, you are finally back. How does your mother feel? You have lost weight during this time."

"After all, things from abroad can't compare to raising people at home."

"My mother feels distressed."

At this moment, Xu Hui had white hair and a haggard face.

Under the eye circles, there was a layer of heavy bruises.

His whole body seemed to be drying up.

Her eyes were looking straight at Xu Mingze's photo, as if the photo was Xu Mingze himself.

Looking at this scene, Qiao Mian couldn't help but think of what Xu Hui used to be like.

She used to be radiant, elegant and generous.

No matter at any time, her hair is always neat and tidy.

It won't be allowed, not a single hair can be controlled.

Clothes are always carefully matched.

Not too particular.

Moreover, Xu Hui also has strict requirements on what clothes and jewelry to match.

But now Xu Hui, how can she still look like the once magnificent Mrs. Xu family?

She was almost like an old man in her twilight years.

The shock of Xu Mingze's death drove this woman crazy bit by bit.

Children are the lifeblood of mothers.

My lifeblood is gone. It's really normal for this to happen.

Bai Yihan said that Xu Hui suddenly went crazy.

In fact, it doesn't seem to be the case in her opinion.

This is just a sudden outburst of emotions that have been building up for a long time.

Before, Qiao Mian was afraid of this, so she gave Xu Hao some Chinese medicine to regulate his mood.

She thought that the medicine with miraculous effects had no effect on Xu Hui.

Also weird.

Could it be that there was something wrong with the medicines bought by the Xu family?

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Mian's eyes turned red, and she walked directly to Xu Hui and sat down.

Xu Hui immediately laughed when she saw Qiao Mian, "You are... our Mingze's girlfriend, right? I heard Mingze mention you, your name is Shanshan, right? Xu Shanshan? Hello, Miss Xu, You are so beautiful. I like you so much. I hope you can have a good relationship with us, Mingze, and achieve success as soon as possible. I am still anxious to have a grandson. "

Now, she was completely lost in her fantasy.

Qiao Mian knew that in Xu Hui's world, Xu Mingze was not dead yet.

Moreover, she imagined a very good girlfriend for Xu Mingze.

Even two people are still rushing to get married.

She hugged Xu Hui gently, patted her shoulders gently, and comforted her, "Auntie, I understand, I like it very much... Auntie, you must be healthy and wait for us to give birth to you. Grandson."

Rushing to deny Xu Hui at this time will only make this person become more and more crazy.

Therefore, she planned to follow her lead first.

Bai Yihan, Li Nancheng and Li Yehan all frowned when they saw this scene.

The three of them soon sat next to Xu Hui.

After Bai Yihan looked around, he found that except for the servant who opened the door, no one else could be seen in the living room.

She immediately looked at Xu Hui and asked, "Xu Hui, where are the other people in your family?"

Xu Hui, "I don't know..."

After saying that, Xu Hui looked at Bai Yihan and said, "You are Shanshan's mother, right? Mingze told me that Shanshan will bring her mother to the house today, and the parents of both parties will meet..."

"Mom Shanshan, you are so beautiful..."

"And this is Shanshan's father, is this Shanshan's brother?" Xu Hui looked at Li Yehan and Li Nancheng and asked.

Xu Hui obviously didn't recognize anyone in front of her.

She used her fantasy to give each of them a new identity.

The more Bai Yihan looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and she burst into tears.

Xu Hui used to be such a glorious person.

How many women are envious, jealous, and hateful?

Who would have thought that such a person would collapse overnight.

As a mother, Bai Yihan can understand Xu Hui's mood.

If the same thing happened to her, she might not be able to compare to Xu Hui.

She might even just die.

She subconsciously hugged Xu Hui tightly and said comfortingly, "Well, yes, we are all here to see you."

Xu Hui, "Although this is my first time meeting you, I really like you. Hehe, I feel like I have a special affinity with you."

"People really depend on their feelings. Some people, when I take a look at them, I find them annoying, while there are some people, when I take a look at them, I feel like I just don't like them anymore. You are the latter..."

After Xu Hui finished speaking, she also hugged Bai Yihan tightly.

At this moment, Xu Mingyu walked up to Xu Hui with a bowl of steaming soup.

That unruly man had a look of exhaustion on his face.

His brows were furrowed, as if even an iron couldn't iron them out.