Chatper 35 (1/2)

"Of course, your mother and I are just you as a precious daughter. If you don't raise someone, who will you raise?" Qin Qiuyang patted Qin Yiyue lightly, and continued: "I have confidence in my tutor, I know what kind of person you are. Even if you marry into a family like the He family, don't wrong yourself and live according to your previous temperament. Both your mother and I hope you live well. If you don't live well, don't force yourself and throw away the divorce certificate Go home when you see He Qiaoyan's face, you know?"

Qin Yiyue raised the corners of her mouth when she heard the words, but her eyes were moist, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, I just got married, and you think I'm getting divorced."

"Your mother wanted to say these things to you last night, and it made her choke. I don't mean anything else, just to let you understand. You were raised by me and your mother, and it won't change even if you get married. .We have pampered you for more than 20 years, not to let you go to other people's house to be wronged."

"I understand, thank you Dad."

Her father is a rigorous engineer, and he usually doesn't talk much.

With her and mom joking around at home, dad has even less room to play.

If it wasn't for her reassurance, Dad wouldn't say such a thing.

He Qiaoyan looked at the woman who was getting closer and closer, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he stretched out his hand towards her.

Qin Yiyue put her hand into He Qiaoyan's palm, feeling relieved.

Before she could feel relieved, she caught a glimpse of a barely visible red on the collar of his white shirt.

She paused for a moment. Did her husband start looking for a mistress just after she got married?

Qin Yiyue really didn't know what expression to put on.

She wants to marry He Qiaoyan because of love, and she can jump up and tear her up at this time.

But when their marriage was not because of love, and their social status was not in the same position, she couldn't tear it up, at least she didn't dare to tear it up face to face.

**

Qin Yiyue entertained the guests with a smile all the way, and after toasting the two parents, they were stuffed into the wedding car together with He Qiaoyan.

Qin Yiyue rubbed her face that was about to freeze from laughing, and began to close her eyes to rest her mind.

"Are you so tired?" He Qiaoyan asked while pouring her a glass of water.

"It's okay, my face is a little stiff from smiling." Qin Yiyue took a sip of the water.

Seeing that she looked tired, He Qiaoyan raised the blinds of the back seat and the front seat to prevent the driver from seeing behind.

"Take a rest when you are tired, there is still nearly an hour to the destination."

Qin Yiyue nodded, glanced at his lipstick-stained collar, and said, "Next time you want to be with the woman you want to protect, please don't leave any traces? I, Mrs. He in name, will Awkward."

He Qiao gave a sigh of relief, followed her gaze and touched his collar.

Immediately, I thought of who left the mark on it, and I felt a burst of displeasure.

What made him even more displeased was Qin Yiyue's reaction.

"Are you not angry?"

"I want to be angry, but I find that my position is not enough." Qin Yiyue said frankly, "If I get mad, and you and your girlfriend join forces to design me, I won't be able to get along."

He Qiaoyan didn't bother to talk to her after hearing this, and didn't understand why this woman's brain circuit was so strange.

Neither of them spoke again.

Qin Yiyue looked at the neon-lit street outside the window, and said in her heart that it was impossible not to feel uncomfortable.

She still had expectations about her married life before, but in the end, a wedding threw her a basin of cold water first.

**

After driving for an hour, the car stopped in front of a villa.