Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 69 The Overbearing President’s Little Wildcat (68)

   "Huh, brother? Just him, also worthy?"

  Qin Mohan looked gloomy and didn't mean to give face at all.

  Qin Haidong coldly said, "Qin Mohan, what do you mean? Do you deny our family anymore?"

  In the past few days, he had always suspected that Qin Mohan did it.

  If it wasn’t for no evidence, if it wasn’t for this nephew’s jealousy, he wouldn’t be so tolerant,

  It seems that we still have to find a way to solve this white-eyed wolf.

  Otherwise, he will be even more lawless, and he won't even look at his second uncle.

   "You know what you mean."

  Qin Mohan is not afraid to tear his face with them at all.

  Don’t think he didn’t know that the previous assassinations were all good things done by his good second uncle.

  Unfortunately, he is no longer the kid who had no backhand.

  A few years ago, if it hadn't been for Grandpa who had been stopping him, he would have killed them a long time ago and avenged his parents.

  Can they still allow them to jump around like a clown in front of him?

  Now, the revenge of his parents, plus Su Qiao's revenge, he will take revenge.

   Thinking of this, Qin Mohan glanced over everyone present, full of murderous aura:

  "Qin Mohan is here today. No matter who it is, as long as he dares to touch Su Qiao's hair, I will not let him see the sun tomorrow."

  "What do you mean? What's the matter with Suqiao?"

  Ms. Qin didn't connect the'Jiaojiao' he used to say with Su Qiao at all, and she was still a little confused until now.

  Unfortunately, no one answered her.

  On the contrary, he relaxed on the sofa for a while, and Qin Yu, who was already more comfortable, saw Su Qiao in the white silk pajamas in the corridor, and immediately wanted to stand up:

   "Jojo, I'm sorry...I...I drank too much. I didn't mean it just now. Did you hurt you?"

  In fact, Qin Yu's feelings for Su Qiao are very complicated.

  For him, Su Qiao was he had identified a long time ago, and he thought he was the most suitable wife.

  She is beautiful, well-behaved, and kind, without the saucy and squeamishness of the average family lady, and her family background is also good.

  If he didn't like Xiaoyu first, he thought, he would like her.

  In the past two years, he has habitually cared about Su Qiao and habitually spoke softly to her.

  I will see her now, and instinctively begin to apologize.

  Ms. Qin saw that her son was injured like this, and she apologized to the woman, and her temper became even worse for a while:

   "Su Qiao, what is going on?"

   "My son was beaten like this because of you, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

   "Explain?"

  Su Qiao raised her eyebrows, as if she hadn’t seen the tension in front of her, calm and calm.

   "Hehe, what to explain?"

  There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth:

  "It's ridiculous. He wanted to be rough with me, and finally asked me, the victim, to give you an explanation. The rules of your Qin family are getting more and more interesting."

  At this time, everyone's eyes are on Su Qiao, whose temperament has changed drastically.

  Soon someone discovered something was wrong, and they were a little dumbfounded.

"Your leg?"

  Ms. Qin stared at her nice legs, only then realized what she couldn't believe.

Doesn’t    mean that you are disabled?

Doesn't it mean that even if you can stand up later, you will be a cripple?

  Su Qiao glanced down, and by the way also raised his right foot wearing white slippers.

   A look of no big deal: "Oh, my legs are already healed, and the doctor said there is no big problem. I can run and jump in the future."

   "Mrs. Qin, are you disappointed?"

  Su Qiao smiled at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold.

  In the last life, her clone had a broken leg and could only sit in a wheelchair. This Madam Qin did not abuse her less.

   even badly instigated the servants to mock her face to face.

  Oh, besides, it was this Madam Qin who used inconvenience as an excuse to not allow her to eat at the table.

  The meals delivered to her room every day are leftovers from their cold meals.

  Sometimes I even forget it, so I don’t even have cold food.

  (End of this chapter)