Xi Lanting smiled, knowing what she was asking: "Of course."
Yun Qiao was immediately interested and asked him again: "Then...that lady is not pregnant, so Uncle Qi thinks he is incompetent?"
Xi Lanting was silent for a moment.
He wasn't angry, as if he was thinking about something: "Yes."
"Who is she? Do I know her?" Yun Qiao asked again.
She thought that Wen Luyao was Xi Lanting's beauty, but she didn't expect that she was just an aunt; she also thought that Sheng Zhao would be Qi Shu's confidant, but she didn't expect that Qi Shu disliked her for being like a rat.
Both Wen Luyao and Sheng Zhao were beautiful and of noble birth.
Xi Lanting is so picky and picky, what kind of woman can catch his eye?
"She's dead," Silantine said.
Yun Qiao: "...Sorry."
Xi Lanting: "That's not necessary."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Listening to his tone, it doesn't sound like he is sad, and it's boring to talk about it.
Yun Qiao couldn't guess who the woman who slept with Uncle Qi but died without getting pregnant was. She didn't need to ask, the Xi family would definitely not know.
For example, no one in the Xi family knew that the day before yesterday was Xi Lanting's birthday. They didn't even know such a simple secret, let alone such an important one.
Yun Qiao suppressed her curiosity.
She clinked glasses with Xi Lanting again.
I don’t know which dish was a bit salty, or whether Yun Qiao was thirsty, but the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine was really delicious and thirst-quenching. Yun Qiao drank one cup after another, and Xi Lanting drank the whole jar.
After finishing the drink, she asked Xi Lanting: "How much is this?"
Xi Lanting: "Three catties."
Yun Qiao:!!!
She drank at least a pound and a half. Although Uncle Qi drank a lot on the river embankment at first, Yun Qiao drank the rest after entering the house.
She felt fine at the moment, but she was worried that she might not be able to bear it when the energy came back.
"Uncle Qi, I'm going back first. I'll go back and take a shower. When the wine gets stronger, I'll go straight to bed," she said.
Xi Lanting nodded.
Yun Qiao stood up. It was okay to sit down, but when he stood up like this, his mind was buzzing and the world was spinning.
She held onto the table.
Xi Lanting was holding a wine bowl in his hand, looking at her very casually and indifferently: "Are you dizzy?"
"Um."
Xi Lanting: "You are so fierce, please slow down."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Xi Lanting has never shown pity to women. After all, he himself is a delicate flower, and no one has the right to act weak in front of him.
Yun Qiao didn't expect Uncle Qi to send her back. She held on to the table to wake up. When she moved, it seemed that the alcohol in her blood was also moving.
Waves of dizziness rolled over me.
She has to leave quickly.
"Uncle Qi, good night." She still managed to be polite.
When she reached the door, the threshold was right in front of her, but her legs were out of control and she couldn't move. She held on to the doorframe and tried her best for a long time.
Xi Lanting came over, stood aside for a moment, and asked her: "If I invite you to drink, you still want to dismantle my door frame and move it back?"
Yun Qiao: "..."
She really didn't have the energy to speak, and she only had the last bit of clarity left.
No, she has a good drinking capacity. She can't handle red wine and white wine. She can also drink several glasses of strong foreign wine like whiskey.
This little sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine couldn't possibly defeat her so easily.
The only explanation is that the bowl of wine she drank on an empty stomach on the river embankment had too much stamina and is now causing trouble for her.
Her legs were weak and she lay prone on the threshold.
Her brain was okay and she knew what she was doing, but her body was weak and weak.
"Uncle Qi, please take me back, please." She muttered.
Her voice was soft and waxy, mixed with the aroma of wine. Under the moonlight, her face was extremely beautiful, and the wine added a touch of glow. She was simply a beauty in the world.
Xi Lanting looked at her, indifferent.
Yun Qiao was dazed, and suddenly felt that his expression was very familiar - as if there had been such a person, whom she loved to death, but he was always indifferent.
She gave everything she had, willingly, but in the end got nothing.