The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool

He Wanqing's momentum suddenly weakened, and some of his tone was insignificant: "Baby, according to Mommy, this child is too much stronger than Jiang Yi in terms of figure or face, so you don't think about it? As the saying goes, get out of a relationship. The best way is to start a new relationship!"

Again.

Qiao Qing pinched her eyebrows, "Mom, I'm only 17."

He Wanqing blinked, a little confused, so, "I know."

As soon as Chen Ming, who had gone back and forth, stepped into the door, he suddenly smiled when he heard such a dialogue.

"Madam, the young lady means that she is still young, so you don't have to worry about her lifelong affairs so early."

Qiao Qing is too cold and reluctant to speak, and He Late Qing sometimes has a lack of brains.

So many times, Chen Ming will act as an appropriate translator.

He Wanqing understood, but still smiled, "What's the matter? I'm not an old antique, I am very open-minded! What's more, it is really rare for a child like this child to be my son-in-law!"

Qiao Qing: "..."

How afraid is she that she won't get married?

Jun Yexuan couldn't help smiling when he looked at Qiao Qing's speechless expression.

Seventeen? It's a bit small.

He lifted his leg down the stairs, came to Qiao Qing, and said to He Wanqing: "Thank you auntie for the praise, but this is not a hurry, I can wait for Qingqing to grow up."

Qiao Qing looked over with a cold eye, "Since I am out of bed, I will leave my house."

Jun Yexuan immediately covered his chest upon hearing the words, with a painful expression on his face, "Qingqing, I am still in pain here, and it is not suitable to be exhausted. Moreover, my injury needs to be changed regularly. Since you saved me, I have healed me personally. Don’t you plan to be responsible for me for the injury?"

Chen Ming couldn't help rolling his eyes. Isn't this person a graduate of the acting department?

Also, the word "responsible" is too ambiguous.

Before Qiao Qing could answer, He Wanqing agreed: "Yes! It's still a hundred days away from the wounds and bones. The gunshot wounds near your heart are more serious. What are you afraid of just raising here? Our family does not lack you. Eat one bite of rice."

As soon as she finished speaking, a feeble voice came from outside the door, "Auntie, can you give me another meal?"

Hearing this sound, Jun Yexuan's eyebrows jumped.

When I looked out the door with a few others, I saw an unkempt thing.

I saw the man in front of him with a dark face, as if rolling in soot.

The expensive suit on his body is in tatters, and he can no longer see the original look.

Only one shoe was worn on the foot, and the toe cap looked like it had been chewed, with a hole in it.

Being used to all kinds of big winds and waves, Jun Yexuan also paused for three seconds before recognizing that this was Mu Jingheng.

Immediately afterwards, the face that had always had a hypocritical smile cracked for a moment, and the corners of his lips twitched.

Thinking of what Mu Jingheng had said when he left, he would find a way to find him again, so he gritted his teeth, this idiot.

He Wanqing stared at the idiot Mu Jingheng blankly, and asked the guard beside him, "What's the matter?"

The uncle doorman hurriedly explained with a smile: "Second wife, this is the one who came to beg for food. I think he is really pitiful, and thinking of the second wife, you have always been kind and kind, so he brought him in."

Hearing the words "beggar", Mu Jingheng and Jun Yexuan were both messed up in the wind.

Mu Jingheng hurriedly said to rectify his name, "Auntie, I am not a beggar. I came to Liangcheng to do business. Who would have thought that I would be robbed of my capital by accident and had no face to go back to see my parents. I beg you to take it in when I am desperate." It's been a while."

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