Qing Xiran recalled several street mourning halls he had seen along the way, and unconsciously began to calculate that the number of deaths in Xiangcheng Development Zone this month was several more than last month.

She lived in the Xiangcheng Development Zone for nearly 8 years, and later served in the Supreme Terminal Team of Mind Abacus for 10 years, and only returned to Xiangcheng in the past five years.

She did not tell the 100% of the death toll in Xiangcheng Development Zone over the past five years, but she still saw the general data and kept it in her heart, so that she could understand it.

Moreover, Qing Xiran goes to the cemetery in Xiangcheng every year to worship the ancestors of the Qing family. She can calculate how many new tombs are added to a cemetery by just a glance.

Based on the number of street mourning halls in the past five years, the number of new cemeteries and graves in the past 20 years, and various domestic and foreign news.

Qing Xiran has long reached a conclusion that since four or five years ago, the number of natural unnatural deaths in Xiangcheng Development Zone has been increasing.

And it is increasing in trapezoidal form.

The first news that reported on radiation began four or five years ago.

The intensity of radiation is linked to the increase in deaths between humans and animals and plants.

Qing Xiran, with a snow-white face, leaned against the telephone pole on the side of the road, looked at the kindergarten gate, and a virtual abacus was twitching rapidly in his mind.

The abacus beads float up and down quickly than manual and visually imagined. After a string of data changes rapidly, the data in Qing Xiran's mind is constantly changing.

She started to have a severe headache, then watched the kindergarten gate be opened, and followed the other parents to enter the kindergarten by swiping their cards.

"Ranran."

A flattering female voice sounded.

Qing Xiran raised his hand and put his long black shawl together, and turned his head to look.

It was Peng Yuanying, wearing a short purple mink coat, a black leather skirt, winter black stockings, and a pair of expensive long boots, getting off a supercar.

She permed her burgundy hair and her fingernails were rubbed with purple-red nail polish. She was over 40 years old, but she looked like a young girl in her twenties and thirties.

"Da da da da da."

Peng Yuanying stepped on the high heels of her boots and said intimately:

"That's great, I'm not late, are you? Let's go and pick it up."

Qing Xi still didn't move, looked at Peng Yuanying coldly and asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Look at you."

Peng Yuanying, who was wearing smoky makeup, looked at Qing Xiran with a look of grudge, stretched out her fingers, trying to bite Qing Xiran's forehead, but she was quick to avoid it.

Peng Yuanying didn't mind, and said angrily:

"No matter how I say it, Yiyi's grandma, why can't I come to pick her up? Ranran, you have worked hard to take care of your children in the past few years, so I will leave it to me to pick it up from now on. You, it's time to go out and live your own life."

Not only did she not feel relaxed when she said this, but she felt a strong sense of vigilance in her heart.

This must be the weasel who wishes the chicken a happy New Year and is uneasy.

What kind of person is Peng Yuanying? Shui Miao pretended not to know, but Qing Xiran didn’t know?

Peng Yuanying wanted Qing Xiran and Qing to enter the safe zone one by one, because entering the safe zone not only requires a pass, but also requires Qing Xiran and Qing to sign some contract transfer documents one by one.

Previously, Peng Yuanying told Qingyiyi that he would not even bother to take a look at it, for fear that Qing Xiran and Qingyiyi would separate Shui Miao's property.

Nowadays, the theory of radiation harmfulness is everywhere in society. Peng Yuanying is sharpening her head and wants to bring herself and Li Xiaoxing into the safe zone. She wants Qing Xiran and Qing to take the initiative to transfer the quota one by one, and she must have asked to come to Qing Xiran.

At the entrance of the kindergarten, parents were almost gone. Qing Xiran did not move, pursed her lips, looked at Peng Yuanying and frowned:

"No need, Yiyi's grandmother has passed away in a car accident long ago. My daughter is not used to leaving with strangers."

Looking back, Qing Xiran wanted to tell the head teacher that Qing Yiyi would not let anyone pick him up in the future. Peng Yuanying was too scary. As soon as Shui Miao was turned away, Peng Yuanying immediately went to Qing Yiyi's kindergarten.

If Qing Xiran hadn't been guarding the kindergarten gate today, Peng Yuanying would have walked into the kindergarten first and directly pretended to be Qing Yiyi's grandmother and took Yiyi away, the consequences could be imagined.

I won't be good anymore.

"It would be wrong for you to say this."

A sad and sad expression suddenly appeared on Peng Yuanying's beautiful face, and his eyes were red and he looked at Qing Xiran and said with tears in his eyes:

"I know that for so many years, you have never accepted the fact that I am with your father, but Ranran, Aunt Peng has always regarded you as her biological daughter. She really wants to be kind to you because we are a family, not strangers."

Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people around her to hear it clearly.

In addition, she is very good-looking and looks like a noble lady in her clothes. Qing Xiran also looks very good, with a quiet and indifferent temperament. Standing together, the two of them are a remarkable scenery.

Several people stopped in front of Qing Xiran and Peng Yuanying, and looked at Qing Xiran with some condemnation.

Just these words from Peng Yuanying are enough to make people who don’t know the truth come up with a big family ethics drama.

Love is a scene where my daughter doesn’t like her stepmother, but her stepmother has been working hard and treating her stepmother as her own.

It seems that this stepmother is so sad that she came to pick up her stepdaughter's child from school, but was blocked at the entrance of the kindergarten and was treated sarcastically by her stepdaughter.

It was this stepdaughter who did it a bit too much.

Qing Xiran's eyes flashed with a sharp look, he glanced at the melon-eating crowd watching around him, and then said to Peng Yuanying:

"Put your compromise style. The more you do this, the less I will consider transferring the quota to you. In the future, don't let me find that you are close to my daughter. If you dare to pick her up, I will transfer the quota to the beggar on the street, and I will not give it to you."

She knew what Peng Yuanying really wanted, so Qing Xiran deliberately said such words to hang Peng Yuanying.

Now that Qing Xiran and Qing Yiyi's passes have not been reissued, it is not advisable to let Peng Yuanying know too early that the passes in her hand have actually been invalidated.

Otherwise, who can guarantee that Peng Yuanying will be anxious and will not do anything to Qingyi?

After speaking, Qing Xiran turned around and entered the school gate, pointed at Grandpa Zhang who was guarding the door at the school gate, and explained:

"She is not my daughter's grandmother, don't let her in."

Grandpa Zhang nodded, looked at Peng Yuanying with great vigilance, held the baton in his hand tightly, blocking Peng Yuanying who was about to follow the kindergarten gate.

He worked as a guard in the kindergarten for several years. He knew hundreds of parents in the kindergarten, not to mention that he knew most of them.
Chapter completed!