Chapter 215 Is this a fake corpse?
Because he had eaten a lot on East Street, Jian Qingyi put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites.
"Would you like some more soup?" Seeing the young wife put down her chopsticks, Lu Yujing gently grabbed her hand on her leg.
Jian Qingyi shook her head.
Before dinner, she had already drunk a small bowl of pigeon soup.
Mother Li then brought her a fruit platter to help her relieve her greasy feeling.
Ji Lei, who was standing by, glanced at the fruit platter in front of Jian Qingyi and quickly looked away.
Maybe because she ate too much fried food, Jian Qingyi only ate two pieces of watermelon and stopped eating.
"Is today's watermelon not delicious?" Jian Zhongliang asked with a frown when he saw that she had not eaten many pieces.
"It's delicious. I ate too many scallion pancakes when I was walking on East Street this afternoon, so I can't eat any more." Jian Qingyi explained.
"Did you eat too much scallion pancakes, or too many snacks on East Street?" Jian Zhongliang chuckled.
Jian Qingyi also recalled the scene of visiting the flower street on New Year's Eve and couldn't help laughing.
After dinner, Jian Liqiu and Ji Lei were sent back to the military headquarters, and then Jian Qingyi and Lu Yujing slowly drove back to the compound.
Having not hugged his young wife for a whole day, Lu Yujing couldn't wait to push her behind the door as soon as he entered the house.
Their eyes met.
His eyes were filled with unwavering love. "Qingqing..." he called her in a hoarse voice.
Before he finished speaking, his thin lips pressed down fiercely.
The slender fingers with thin calluses flexibly picked open the buttons that bound the young wife's beauty.
One, two...
Lu Yujing tilted his head slightly and kissed his young wife's delicate white earlobe in worship.
His breath fell behind her ears.
It made her shudder.
"Yu Yu..." She tensed up uncontrollably, and her voice was even more sickeningly sweet.
To Lu Yujing's ears, it undoubtedly sounded like the clarion call of a charge.
A night of chaos.
next day
When Jian Qingyi woke up naturally and opened her eyes, Lu Yujing had already processed a lot of documents.
"Political Commissar, Comrade Ming Haihui's mother wants her niece to join our military region's art troupe." Meng Xiaoyang whispered.
Because of this, Ming Haihui's mother called him a few days ago, and he found an excuse to refuse.
Today, people are blocking the bottom of the office building.
"Do you still need to ask me about this?!" Lu Yujing raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Xiaoyang, obviously displeased.
Comrade Ming Haiping died, and they were very sad about it, but the incident had already happened and the pension had already been paid.
They also tried their best to take care of what was needed.
In order to make life better for these orphans and their widowed mother, the military art troupe made an exception and admitted Ming Haihui.
He thought he had done a good job.
They have the obligation to take care of the lives of these orphans and widows, but that does not mean they have to indulge them without any bottom line.
"But..." Meng Xiaoyang looked embarrassed.
Lu Yujing raised his eyes again, his gaze stern, "But?!"
"Ming Haihui's mother is already waiting downstairs with some people." Meng Xiaoyang lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at the person behind the desk.
"Does Ming Haihui know that her mother is here?" Lu Yujing lowered his head and continued to look through his documents.
"I don't know..." Meng Xiaoyang said this, as if he thought of something, and his face lit up with joy.
"Commissar, if everything is alright, I'll leave first."
Lu Yujing nodded slightly without even looking at Meng Xiaoyang.
After receiving the signal, Meng Xiaoyang slipped away from the internal stairs here.
In the office, Lu Yujing glanced at the wall clock.
11:00
He picked up the phone on the desk.
As soon as the phone rang, the other party picked up the call.
"Auntie Wang, is Yi Yi up yet?"
Lu Yujing asked as soon as the person on the other side said "Hello".
"Yi Yi has already gone to the clothing store." Aunt Wang said with a smile.
Young people are so clingy. I called you after not seeing you for one morning.
Lu Yujing immediately called the clothing store again.
Maybe there were a lot of people buying things, so the phone took a while to be answered.
"Yisheng Clothing Store..." Zhang Xiaomei's crisp voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I'm looking for Jian Qingyi." Hearing that it was not his young wife's voice, Lu Yujing went straight to the point.
"Boss, your political commissar is looking for you." The person on the other end of the phone might have held the microphone a little further away, and the voice suddenly became much softer, but Lu Yujing could still hear it clearly.
After a sound of footsteps, someone took the microphone.
"Hello..." The young wife's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
"Wife, shall we have lunch together?" Lu Yujing's thin lips curled up unconsciously.
"Okay!" Jian Qingyi agreed readily.
After a day of observation, Sun Xiaocao, Ren Lingling and others were fully capable of running the store, so Jian Qingyi naturally didn't want to waste time here anytime and anywhere.
"What do you want to eat? Can I buy some and bring it over?" Jian Qingyi asked again.
Jian Qingyi really doesn't like eating in their cafeteria.
"No need. I'll call Yunlai to prepare it. You can go and get it later." Lu Yujing said immediately.
"Alright..."
The smile on Jian Qingyi's face slowly disappeared.
His eyes were fixed on the glass window at Yisheng's door.
If you look closely, you will find that her eyes are not fixed on the glass window, but on the two large and one small people outside the glass window.
To be precise, one medium, one minority and one small.
Judging from their appearance, they should be a mother and her two children.
The middle-aged woman in a floral dress looked to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. Her curly hair made her look fashionable and beautiful, especially her beautiful peach blossom eyes, which added a bit of charm to her.
The girl standing on the left side of the middle-aged woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with an oval face, long eyelashes, big eyes, and fair skin. She was wearing this year's most fashionable puff-sleeved dress, and it was obvious that she had been brought up in a pampered environment.
The little boy standing on the right side of the middle-aged woman was about eight or nine years old. He was wearing a white T-shirt, blue shorts, and a pair of lambskin sandals.
Jian Qingyi's gaze fell on the little boy's peach blossom eyes.
You can tell from the look that it is...
My own child!
Tsk!
It seems that I can save money on DNA testing.
Someone who had been dead for over nine years not only resurrected but also gave birth to an eight or nine-year-old coffin child?!
Jian Qingyi smiled.
The last time she saw it in the car, she thought she was seeing things.
Unexpectedly...
Tsk tsk!
It seems that cremation is really necessary.
Otherwise, if one person comes forward to pretend to be dead today and another one comes forward to pretend to be dead tomorrow, wouldn’t that just cause troubles to the people working on population planning?
"Wife, are you still there?" Lu Yujing's voice came from the other end of the phone.
I saw a mother and her two children outside the window trying to come in.
"No! You can eat by yourself at noon today. I'm busy." Jian Qingyi hung up the phone directly.
Worried that the man would call again, Jian Qingyi picked up the microphone and put it aside.
It is true that no one knows a husband better than his wife. Lu Yujing called back immediately.
However, Jian Qingyi didn't care about these.
What she is most curious about now is...
How did the original owner's mother fake her death?!
And how did she die for nine and a half years and give birth to an eight or nine-year-old coffin-like child?
The most important thing is...
What's with the coffin boy and the girl having the same nose and mouth?!
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