The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

It is difficult for two people who have never met to sit together and talk about a topic that is not too pleasant. It is difficult to avoid embarrassment.

"Mr. Qi, I apologize to you and Mr. Cen today," said Yuan Xiaoxi, holding a drink cup and biting the corners of her lips. I still feel pity at the sight. I don't know how many men can feel pity.

CEN Baihe looked at the woman coldly, shook the newspaper in his hand, and turned to see Qi Yan. As a result, Qi Yan didn't have the tolerance and tenderness he expected on his face.

"Miss yuan, can I ask you a question?" Qi Yan looked very cold. "Do you know what your father did outside?"

Yuan Xiaoxi wanted to lie and said she didn't know, but Qi Yan's black and white eyes seemed to be straight through the heart, so that she couldn't tell a lie, "I'm sorry, I'm just a junior, I can't manage him."

"But you didn't apologize for your father to those who were hurt by your father," Qi Yan said with a sarcastic smile. "Of course, these things have nothing to do with you. You are innocent, and you shouldn't apologize. So we don't need you to apologize for this matter today."

Yuan Xiaoxi's lips trembled. After a long time, he said excitedly, "unfortunately, what can I do if I meet such a father?"

Qi Yan was indifferent to Yuan Xiaoxi's roar, and even felt a little ridiculous. Yuan Xiaoxi behaved so innocent. In fact, she was no better than her father. She bullied people, drank, skated and played with people's hearts. She had played everything she could play. Now she used this posture to cover up everything about her, which made Qi Yan a little tired.

After all, what she worried about was not her father, but the money her father could provide her.

"What you can has done is what you and your family do. What I can do is to turn the illegal elements to the police station." Qi Yanks down. "Your father is guilty. It's the law has the final say. You can't even use us if you come to us."

"Oh," Yuan Xiaoxi said angrily when he saw that Qi Yan didn't give her face so much, "what do you have to be proud of, just holding Cen's thigh and treating yourself as a character?"

Qi Yan was not ashamed but proud: "yes, you have the ability to hold it?"

"Shameless!" Yuan Xiaoxi stood up from the sofa. "A little white face like you will be replaced sooner or later. It's disgusting for a big man to be someone else's plaything!"

"Housekeeper, see off the guests." Cen Baihe gave yuan Xiaoxi a cold look, "Miss yuan, pay attention to your words."

Yuan Xiaoxi was so frightened by Cen Baihe that she didn't dare to speak again. After staring at Qi Yan, he turned and ran out.

Qi Yan stared at her back and reacted for a long time: "no, she came here. Why did she come?"

"Maybe I hope you can show mercy on her father. As a result, you don't give her any face, so she shows her true face." Cen Baihe couldn't help laughing. He didn't even know that the newspaper in his hand was pinched. "Well, don't be angry. I'll let someone make you a bowl of noodles?

"You think you're filming a TV series and making bowl noodles," Qi Yan stared at Qian Cen Baihe. "What do you mean by little white faced playthings? What's all this mess?"

Before Cen Baihe could explain, Qi Yan blew himself up first.

"Who's biting you? Who's raising a little white face will bring it home. Isn't it waiting for your family to break your leg?" Qi Yan took a big drink and calmed down his anger. "Should someone deliberately take me to discredit you?"

CEN family has been a benevolent and kind family for generations. There are amazing talents in each generation. It is a very famous family in the whole of China. Now people outside spread these rumors to discredit Cen Baihe, that is to discredit the whole Cen family.

"Why didn't you guess that others were framing you?" Cen Baihe asked when he saw Qi Yan like this.

"What can I be discredited by these two words?" Qi Yan's anger remained, "I'm full alone, and the whole family is not hungry. Even if these people tell me I'm a little white face, it won't affect my making money. Maybe someone else will look at your face and come to me with a lot of money to make money. Can you be the same as me? How can people look at you when such rumors spread?"

"I never care what others think of me," Cen Baihe chuckled. "Other people's eyes can't change my life."

"In fact, I think your mentality is quite suitable for cultivation," Qi Yan suddenly brightened his eyes. "With your qualifications, if you cultivate, you will certainly become an expert in the metaphysical world."

CEN Baihe looked at such money and suddenly felt a little powerless. When ordinary people talk about this topic, they should think about it in an ambiguous direction, but money

Sometimes he thought it was better for money to be dull, so that the girls who were interested in him approached him, and he didn't know that they liked him. But when this kind of dullness was used on him, he hoped that money wouldn't be so dull.

"What's the matter with you?" Qi Yan saw something wrong with Cen Baihe's expression and patted him on the shoulder. "We're good brothers. Those who are clear are clear. Don't worry."

He thought for a moment and added, "why don't I move back tomorrow?"

CEN Baihe's face suddenly collapsed: "if you move back, don't recognize me as a brother." then he turned and strode upstairs.

"Hey?" Qi Yan looked at Cen Baihe's back and felt the back of his head blankly. Was he angry?

Even if he doesn't move back now, he will move back in the future. Can't he live in Cen's house all his life? No matter how thick skinned he is, he can't do such a thing.

At dinner, Qi Yan found that Cen Baihe had returned to normal, as if his anger had never existed. Qi Yan touched his arm, "Bai He, what happened to you this afternoon?"

"Nothing. I'm in a bad mood when I meet something in the company. I'm sorry," Cen Baihe looked at the man around him. His eyes were as beautiful as the sky and smiled. Even the clouds couldn't match his style.

He has no reservations about himself. He is sincere. Even his life depends on him. However, the sincerity he gives is not what he wants. How can he vent his anger on him because he doesn't get the feelings he wants? It was unfair to him.

"I'm broad-minded. I won't care about you because of this small matter," Qi Yan really didn't take that matter to heart. He took a coke wing tip with his public chopsticks into the cen Baihe bowl. "Come on, eat a Coke chicken wing for you, and you'll be in a good mood soon."

CEN Baihe was angry and funny to see him put what children like to eat into his bowl, but when he ate the tip of his wings into his mouth, his heart was sweet.

No matter whether money has that feeling for him or not, his heart for himself is so valuable, even though it is only friendship.

The third brother Cen, who buried himself in eating, looked at Cen Baihe and wanted to speak. As a result, he turned to his brother's smiling eyes and had to shut his mouth obediently. He'd better not interrupt more about feelings.

After dinner, Qi Yan found Aunt Zhang resting in the maid's room. For unnecessary misunderstanding, he took Cen Baihe with him. Although the age difference between him and Aunt Zhang is more than 20 years old, his brain hole is too powerful now. He'd better be careful.

Aunt Zhang thought Qi Yan had forgotten it. When she saw him coming, she was overjoyed, but the surprise turned into a shock after seeing Cen Baihe behind him. "Five, five less." did Mr. Qi say that he could help her, that is, to find five less to do it?

"Sister Zhang, do you have the clothes your son used to wear when he was a child?" Qi Yan didn't say polite words to Aunt Zhang. After putting the things he was carrying on the table, he opened the door to the mountain road, "I need a piece of clothes he used to wear."

"Yes," Aunt Zhang found a leather bag from the wardrobe with several neatly folded children's clothes. She touched these clothes and said with a bitter smile, "when I divorced, I took some of his clothes and took them away in the bag in order to leave a thought for myself. I didn't expect..."

"Sister Zhang, don't cry first," Qi Yan comforted her with a smile. "Your child will be fine."

Aunt Zhang knew that Qi Yan could tell fortune, so when she heard him say so, she finally showed a little smile on her face: "thank you."

Qi Yan grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and sprinkled it on the table. Then he placed incense burners, incense candles and other things on the table. He lit three incense sticks and handed them to Aunt Zhang: "Sister Zhang, recite your child's name in your heart and remove the incense candles in the incense burner."

Although Aunt Zhang didn't understand why she did this, she was eager to find her son. She still did what Qi Yan said.

At the moment when the incense was inserted into the censer, she found that there seemed to be some resistance in the censer and didn't let her insert the incense in her hand.

Seeing this, Qi Yan quickly pinched a formula and patted Aunt Zhang on the back. The resistance immediately disappeared and Xiang stood steadily in the incense burner. Aunt Zhang looked at the censer in shock and looked back at Qi Yan. What's going on?

"Give me some of your hair." Qi Yan frowned at the scattered smoke.

Aunt Zhang pulled on her head without hesitation and grabbed a bunch of hair down.

Qi Yan looked back and was stunned to see the hair in her hand. He only wants a few hairs. Did Sister Zhang pull it off?

He silently took these hair into his hand, silently recited a few curses, and put his hair into the censer.

Poor motherly heart. I only wish I could find the trace of her child this time.