Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1918 The mysterious laboratory in the manor

It was cold and windy at night outside London.

In front of the magnificent manor, the rich and fragrant, the cold Yueguang shed like a veil, covering the beautiful woman who stood up by Shi Shiran, although she was only facing her back, even though she was only a back, she was still beautiful. If you can let people forget their troubles, forget the time, and hold their breath.

There are some temperaments, some feelings, even with a nearly similar face, Qing Yaoji's Peerless Allure is not comparable to a replica.

Qing Yaoji felt that Francis stopped three meters behind her, and her cold, guarded gaze seemed to kill her.

She turned around leisurely, helped her sunglasses on the eye sockets, and the pearly rose-red lips seductively aroused, "Of course I am not her, I am her sister, Qing Yao."

With her eyes facing Francis through sunglasses, Qing Yaoji smiled deeper.

This man, except for his beard, is exactly the same as he was more than twenty years ago.

Behind him is a hired bodyguard.

He still likes to wear white silk gloves, holding a gypsophila silver and diamond crutch in his hand.

His handsome and slender figure is still the same as before, like the great lord of the British Tudor Dynasty, noble and elegant, mysterious and handsome, black suit and straight, silver-white hair is carefully treated with hair oil, and it is excessively white. On his handsome and profound facial features, those rare blue and green heterochromatic pupils are cold, exuding the ultimate mysterious and mature charm.

He is like the pope of the European royal family in the Middle Ages Renaissance, noble and unattainable, sacred and hopeful, that is enough to make any woman crazy, with a peerless beauty that reveals an exotic style, and reveals something that can compete with Qing Yaoji. Beauty.

Qing Yaoji used to think that this face of Francis was a perfect work of art, but the flaw was that those eyes were too strange to be accepted easily.

He did not grow old.

After all, it was the fourth cardinal of the former Sixth Reich, whose body had undergone transformation.

"Why don't I know what sisters and relatives my wife has."

Francis is still very suspicious, but this does not prevent him from seeing Qing Yaoji, his eyes are once again, just like the first time he saw her twenty years ago, showing an amazing and incredible look.

"You can ask yourself when she comes back."

Qing Yaoji replied in a hurry, but suddenly she called, took out her mobile phone and took a look. You don't need to guess that it was Lingtian.

She stopped paying attention to Francis, turned around and pressed the answer.

"Hello? Hey! Husband! I didn't ran out on purpose... Me? Me and my baby are in the UK, something happened, you call to ask my baby! It's not convenient for me to talk more, by the way, Xiao Lian'er At home, we let Qing Cang and Jinzhu look after them. I'm afraid they are too rough. You have time to visit the baby at the baby's house!"

When Qing Yaoji finished the call, Francis still stood not far behind her, looking at her thoughtfully.

Those eyes made Qing Yaoji inexplicably guilty.

The patrol on the side guarding the scene should have told Francis that she claimed to be a private investigator, and Francis sent someone to verify. The result must be false. They came here through Mingzhu, and they didn’t even have entry information. .

"You lied, you are not a detective."

"Why do you care too much about these true and false things? Anyway, it won't hurt you."

Qing Yaoji waved her hand, and she was relieved to see Fallid and Bai Wuyou coming over not far away.

Bai Wuyou and Farreid, who stayed in Draco's room on the third floor, should have seen her being blocked by Francis and unable to leave, and immediately went downstairs and came to "rescue".

Francis met Farreid again.

It's just that the hostility in the past is now a friend.

"Sorry, Qingyue called us to help investigate Draco's death. You should know why. Ms. Qingyao is with us. She is Qingyue's long-lost sister, but she is busy and doesn't want to be disturbed. Became the sister of the Duchess, so you don’t need to doubt it."

Farid and Francis shook hands, then explained.

In order to convince Francis that Qing Yao Ji and Qing Yue are "sisters", Qing Yao Ji can only sigh, take off her sunglasses, and avoid any eye contact with Francis, because she is afraid that this man will be because of her. Beautiful and admired myself for the second time.

After giving Francis a quick glance, Qing Yaoji put on her sunglasses again.

Francis knows that Gong Siyu’s family is not simple. Like his wife Qingyue, he knows some magical techniques that surpass ordinary people. He also heard that his youngest son had been in contact with the eldest son before he died. Family, therefore, Francis believed Farrid.

"Then why does she wear sunglasses at night?"

Francis pointed to Qing Yao Ji, who was standing next to Bai Wuyou, wearing sunglasses, holding a mobile phone as a mirror, and tidying up her appearance.

"She is photophobic."

"Of course it's because I'm so beautiful?"

Farid and the narcissistic mad Qing Yaoji spoke in unison, and the scene once again fell into an awkward situation.

It just happened that Lingkui came back and they resolved their embarrassment.

As soon as Qing Yaoji saw her daughter jump out of the helicopter, she ran over in the wind.

The last Qingyue jumped out of the helicopter. Seeing her beloved husband and Qing Yaoji met, she began to panic inexplicably. She was originally created by the goddess of beauty. She was given to Franciscans and protected Franciscans. The person Ji really loves, in fact, Qingyue has always known that it is not her, but Qing Yaoji, after all, her face looks exactly like Qing Yaoji.

"I got the autopsy report, have you found anything?"

Ling shook the report in her hand, but Qing Yaoji shook her head.

Immediately afterwards, she seemed to feel that Qingyue’s emotions were not right, Qing Yaoji sharply raised her delicate willow eyebrows, stepped forward, and whispered in Qingyue’s ear: "When I cleared my memory back then, she also had feelings for me. It was also eliminated by me. I said that you must protect him and love him. He is yours and has nothing to do with me, understand? Don’t think too much, I just accompany my daughter to figure out what happened. That's it."

Lingyu and his group temporarily stayed in the manor at the invitation of Francis and Qingyue.

Because Draco's death was still under investigation, the funeral was not held so soon.

And late at night, two o'clock in the morning.

While most of the people in the manor were lying down to rest, Farrid suddenly knocked on the glass window of the guest bedroom where Lingyu and Gongsiyu lived.

Gong Siyu was wearing a nightgown and opened the window to Farrid.

"Why don't you go?"

"I avoided surveillance." After Falreid turned the window and entered, he looked at Gong Siyu and the sleepy Ling Yu. "This manor was built in the Victorian period. There are many secret rooms and tunnels. It used to interact with Franciscans. When working together, I entered the secret room he built. The secret room was a laboratory for the study of the Sixth Reich. I always felt that his son died strangely. The eldest son was seriously injured and it was weird. We took advantage of the dawn, Go and see?"

(End of this chapter)