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Wan Jiang glanced at them and said, "I need to call Mr. Zhong to ask for instructions on how to witness."

He doesn't want to bear Mr. Zhong's anger!

If Miss Qiao loses, should they change their tune and default on the debt, or should they fulfill their bet? Should there be room for regret?

Whether this testimony is oral or written, it all matters!

Xiang Mingzhu's beautiful face was full of smiles: "Assistant Wan Te is very thorough in his work. No wonder you are the only one with Mr. Zhong. In this way, this bet can be regarded as a clear path for Mr. Zhong. Assistant Wante gave us a testimony together."

Wan Jiang glanced at her, smiled and said nothing.

I thought that Miss Xiang was used to putting money in her face. If she knew Mr. Zhong’s true intentions, she would be furious!

Wan Jiang walked aside and dialed Mr. Zhong's number, recounting the situation one by one, not daring to hide anything.

Ten minutes later, he walked up to the three women and said.

"Master Zhong agreed that I would be the witness, but for the sake of fairness, both of us should put this bet on paper. Lest someone cheats and refuses to admit it!"

Huo Sijiao misunderstood what he meant and sneered: "My sister-in-law has always kept her promises. Are you, Mr. Zhong, determined that Mingzhu will win? Are you afraid that we won't fulfill our promises if we lose?"

Xiang Mingzhu also felt that Mr. Zhong was partial to her, and felt warm in her heart.

She said softly: "Young Master Zhong is so thoughtful! Qiao Xi, aren't you afraid? If you want to regret it, it's still too late."

Anyway, she thinks she can definitely win!

Her talent is not as good as Lu Yingxue's, but she still studies hard and practices hard. How much knowledge did Qiao Xishui have when he was growing up in the countryside? Even if Cheng Han taught him carefully, he couldn't compare to the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect of their Lu family!

Otherwise, Cheng Han wouldn't have retired after losing to her uncle Lu Bannong twenty years ago.

Qiao Xi looked at Wan Jiang and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Assistant Wan."

It's written in black and white, and she won't regret it.

She was afraid that Xiang Mingzhu would cheat if she lost, so she hoped it would be in writing rather than testify verbally.

Wan Jiang asked the waiter to prepare paper, pen and ink pads as soon as Mr. Zhong spoke. He didn't bother anyone to print them, and directly wrote two testimonials in his own hand, and asked Xiang Mingzhu and Qiao Xi to sign and fingerprint them.

Xiang Mingzhu signed his name directly and pressed the ink pad.

She raised her eyes to look at Qiao Xi and smiled brightly: "Do you really want to bet with me?"

Huo Sijiao couldn't get used to her sarcastic look and said, "Why do you talk so much nonsense! My sister-in-law has always told the truth."

Qiao Xi said softly: "Whether I bet or not, you Lu's Acupuncture Technique will not let me go. Wealth and honor are found in danger. I look forward to hearing you admit in public that the thirteen acupuncture of the Ghost Gate is not as good as the nine plum blossom acupuncture!"

She signed, placing her finger on the name.

The handwriting is beautiful and has a bit of sharpness with gold hooks and silver strokes.

Wan Jiang looks a bit familiar at first glance, and his handwriting looks like Mr. Zhong's, just a little more delicate.

Each party holds one share.

After Wan Jiang settled the matter, he said: "You three ladies, my mission has been completed. Let's take the first step."

"Wait, Wan Jiang!"

Xiang Mingzhu took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from her bag and handed it to Wan Jiang, "This is my gift to Mr. Zhong. I didn't have time to give it to him just now. Please give it to Assistant Wan."

"Okay, Miss Xiang."

Wan Jiang took it casually. Judging from the brand logo and the size of the box, it should be Patek Philippe's latest men's watch, worth hundreds of thousands. For the Zhong family, it is not a valuable thing.

Xiang Mingzhu smiled and watched him leave.

Huo Sijiao couldn't bear to see her look like this and taunted her: "This man doesn't treat you well either! He left half way through the meal and asked you to give me gifts. Xiang Mingzhu, you have today too!"

Xiang Mingzhu glanced at her: "They say Haicheng willow and the imperial capital Zhong! But how can Haicheng compare with the prosperity and elegance of the imperial capital? If I am attracted by Mr. Zhong, I will be more powerful than the leader of some needle-testing conference. .Huo Sijiao, you are really a spoiled frog in the well!"

"Tomorrow, lots will be drawn for the preliminary round of the needle testing conference. Qiao Xi, don't run away from the battle!"

After she finished speaking, she left with her chin raised.

It looks very impressive.

Huo Sijiao lowered her eyes and sneered: "People always have to rely on themselves, relying on mountains and mountains, relying on everyone to run. Those who rely on men are pig brains!"

Qiao Xi patted her shoulder and said, "Jiaojiao, the food is ready, let's eat."

"Sister-in-law, can you still eat it? Xiang Mingzhu spends every penny and will never give up! What if she tampers with the needle test conference?"

Qiao Xi said softly: "Don't worry so much. When the time comes, troops will come to cover up the water and earth."

Huo Sijiao pouted: "Okay, do you want to tell brother what happened today?"

"I won't say it for now."

Qiao Xi's tone was very calm.

She frowned slightly. What concerned her most today was not Xiang Mingzhu, but Mr. Zhong.

His surname is Zhong.

She looked so similar to Ayi, but he didn't recognize her.

The problem is that A Yi is really dead. In this world, there are such outrageous coincidences between her and Xu Xingluo. Why can't there be A Yi and Mr. Zhong?

Qiao Xi's heart felt like a stone was pressing down on her, and the meal was not enjoyable at all.

I also drank an ice drink in a daze.

After the two had dinner, Huo Sijiao took a taxi and left in advance.

Lao Chen sent Qiao Xi back home.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw a large cluster of blue eucalyptus flowers in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room. In her memory, the boy would always pick a large bunch of flowers and put them in a pottery vase in front of her window. They were slowly withered by the sun and dried up. , and will be replaced with a bunch of fresh ones.

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and exhaled a big sigh of relief.

When Aunt Qian came out from cleaning the house, she saw her in a daze and said, "Young madam, did you have fun out today?"

Qiao Xi came to her senses and nodded: "I'll go back to the room and take a rest."

"Ok."

Qiao Xi walked up the stairs. She returned to the master bedroom and lay tiredly on the bed, recalling the young master Zhong she met today.

Really similar!

Qiao Xi immediately took out her phone and looked through her address book, found Cheng Han's number and dialed it. There was a busy tone.

Still no one answered!

Ayi lived in Grandpa Cheng's house back then, and he was the person who knew Ayi best.

Qiao Xi's face was a little solemn. She was a little worried because she hadn't contacted Grandpa Cheng for so long. But thinking that there had been such a time in the past, she tried to restrain herself and wait!

She found Aunt Chunhua's number in Moon Village and called her.

This time I was connected quickly.

Aunt Chunhua's voice was particularly loud, but Qiao Xi felt relieved when she heard the familiar voice.

"Girl Qiao, why are you calling me? Do you miss your aunt? I clean your yard from time to time. You can stay there anytime you come back."

"Thank you Aunt Chunhua."

Qiao Xi pursed her lips and said, "I have something to ask you."

"You said."

Qiao Xi closed her eyes and said slowly: "Did Ayi really die back then?"