Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

Qiao Ruoqing opened her mouth wide in surprise, "He is from a foreign company? But... no, the information Zhou Liang found is clearly..."

"He did it very carefully, Zhou Liang was deceived." Huo Jingyuan cut Qiao Ruoqing's words, and helped her cut her hair again, "However, he is really your uncle."

Qiao Ruoqing lowered her eyes, thinking.

After a long time, she couldn't think of an answer, so she decided to ask Huo Jingyuan: "Do you think he will do something that is not good for Qiao?"

After all, Qiao's situation is too bad now, so it's not her fault.

"Probably not." Huo Jingyuan said, "I met him yesterday, and he said that he is on the same side as us."

What's more, it cannot be denied that during the period when Qiao Ruoqing was resting at home, Qiao's situation did improve, and Qiao Yu's contribution was unavoidable for this.

If Qiao Yu really wanted to do something to Qiao Shi, Qiao Shi might have been gnawed to the bone long ago.

But Qiao Ruoqing couldn't figure it out, "Why would he do this? Is there anything you can't discuss with me?"

She even took Zhou Liang away. She can't contact her at all now, and she doesn't know Zhou Liang's whereabouts.

Huo Jingyuan did not answer this question.

He has always felt that he is a man with means, as long as it is what he wants, he must get it.

In this regard, Qiao Yu is the same person as him, yet different.

The difference is that Qiao Yu's methods are dirtier than his.

The reason why Qiao Ruoqing was asked to stay at home to rest was probably because she didn't want her to see those things.

After all, Qiao Ruoqing is the chairman of Qiao's, and Qiao's can't be contaminated with too much dark side.

Moreover, he also has feelings for this niece.

"I don't want this anymore." Huo Jingyuan rubbed her hair and asked softly, "Are you hungry? I'll make you breakfast."

As he spoke, he was about to get up from the bed, Qiao Ruoqing quickly hugged his arm again, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Seeing Qiao Ruoqing just looking at her without saying a word, Huo Jingyuan smiled softly, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Qiao Ruoqing nodded, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Aunt Tang's matter... I really didn't do it..."

"I know, Zizhao is helping me investigate this matter." Huo Jingyuan kissed her on the cheek, "Sleep a little longer, I'll bring in breakfast when it's ready."

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Since Tang Lan's accident, Meng Zizhao has been monitoring the small courtyard of the Li family, but there was nothing abnormal in the small courtyard of the Li family, and he did not get any clues.

Huo Jingyuan had already boasted about Haikou, and he felt that if this matter was not handled well, it would be a bit of a blow to the brand.

What a headache!

Huddled in the car, slamming his chin on the steering wheel, staring at the gate of Li's small courtyard for several days, Meng Zizhao finally thought of a good way.

That afternoon, Meng Zizhao entered the small courtyard of Li's family, and then...

Go play mahjong with those old people.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he immediately attracted everyone's attention, just like Qiao Ruoqing that day.

After all, he was dressed too ostentatiously, all of them were high-end, and there was a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, which reflected the sunlight, making it hard to look directly at.

The whole person doesn't look like he would come here for a stroll.

Fortunately, although his aura doesn't match here, he was lucky. As soon as he entered the small courtyard, an old lady immediately waved to him: "Little pretty boy, do you want to play mahjong? Three missing one."

"..." Meng Zizhao really hated this title.

But there is no way, he came here with a mission, and he couldn't leave.

Also, it's a great way for him to blend in.

So he said "hit", took off his sunglasses, put them in his pocket, and sat down.

Then the little handsome boy who has enjoyed the prosperity and wealth for more than 20 years opened the door to a new world.

Li's small courtyard is in the old city, and none of the mahjong tables in the courtyard are automatic, and all of them have to be rubbed by hand.

Meng Zizhao is used to going in and out of high-end clubs, and has never touched such an old antique, so he is not used to it.

The old man next to him looked at Meng Zizhao's hand rubbing mahjong, tapped his pipe, and asked with a smile, "Young man, have you never played mahjong?"

The old man's face is full of creases, and he doesn't feel it unless he smiles. When he smiles, the creases are particularly obvious, and he looks very festive.

"Beat it." Mencius replied, and felt that this answer was too perfunctory, so he quickly added, "It's just that I haven't beaten it before."

He, Young Master Meng, has always been slapstick, when did he "make money by himself"?It was for Huo Jingyuan's sake that he went all out.

The uncle laughed even more happily, and comforted him very kindly: "It's okay, I will get used to it slowly."

The aunt who had just called Meng Zizhao over was sitting opposite him, seeing his awkward face, she asked while counting the cards, "Little pretty boy, I think you are a stranger, aren't you from this neighborhood? Why did you come here?" ?”

Mencius turned his head around and made up a temporary reason: "The house used to be here, but it was demolished later. I suddenly remembered it, so I came to have a look."

When the people at the same table heard it, they were all in awe.

Yo, it's a demolition household!

Today is a working day, this one doesn't go to work at all, he is well dressed and looks like a rich man.

The aunt asked again: "Where does the little pretty boy work?"

"I work as an ordinary employee in a company." Typed out a card of [-].

The uncle with a pipe in his mouth took it, and played another card, "Young man, is your job good? It looks quite casual."

An aunt next to him looked at Meng Zizhao's face twice, "Skinned and tender, it looks like he was raised by pampering, and his family background is not bad, right?"

"..." Meng Zizhao felt a little regretful.

Why did he come to this place to play such an antique card with such a group of elderly people?

It's okay to just play cards, why does everyone like to watch him and discuss his appearance?
Suddenly, Meng Zizhao had the illusion that he was a big girl with yellow flowers being watched by the old bustard in Goulanyuan.

The aunt at home didn't notice his embarrassment, so she asked with a smile: "Little pretty boy, do you have a girlfriend? My daughter is graduating from college soon. She's bright and smooth, and she's hardworking. You can add her to chat on WeChat." How about talking?"

The tiles in Meng Zizhao's hand dropped, and fell into a pile of mahjong with a "clang".

What is this for?What about a blind date?

Before he had time to speak, another aunt said: "Didn't you agree that your daughter will have sex with my son? My son will be back next month."

The aunt at home was not happy, "Doesn't your son like the proprietress here? I heard that he calls every other day."

Saying that, he smiled at Meng Zizhao again, "Little pretty boy, what's your WeChat ID?"

If Yao Shuangshuang found out about leaving WeChat to such a person with impure purposes, his head might not be growing on his neck.

So, Meng Zizhao replied dutifully, "Sorry, I have a girlfriend."

As soon as his words fell, the auntie of the opposite family played cards, and Meng Zizhao simply gave the money.

The aunt who just played cards was a little disappointed, "You have a girlfriend at such a young age? Why don't you look more? There are so many good girls in this world, my daughter is good, maybe it's more suitable for you..."

The aunt next to her tapped her elbow, "Let them meet after my son comes back."

Don't do it to the aunt, "Your son is in a hurry to be a stepfather, so my daughter won't be so idle."

The two aunts began to discuss, and the uncle was a little bored with a pipe in his mouth, so he interjected: "Let me tell you, it's not easy for the proprietress. She has been a widow for so many years, and she has a child with her. You can let your son follow him." She's just kidding, and she'll get a cheap grandson."

He said this to the aunt next to Meng Zizhao.

The aunt didn't do it, "How can I do it? My son is in the prime of life, young and young, how can he want a widow?"

As he said that, he secretly glanced at the proprietress who was sitting at the counter coaxing the children, "Besides, that woman is not a well-behaved woman. Will you be my daughter-in-law? I'm not stupid!"

Meng Zizhao became curious, "Why are you so unruly?"

The three people at the same table glanced at him at the same time, then looked at each other again, and then fell silent in a tacit understanding.

Meng Zizhao didn't ask again.

One afternoon, Meng Zizhao lost more than 2000 yuan, and the three people at the same table won happily, and he lost one.

However, he also noticed that the mahjong players in the small yard were all gossiping, so if you get in touch with them more, you might be able to ask them something.

So before he left, he left his phone number to Aunt Zhao who wanted to introduce his daughter to him.

In the evening, Mencius invited Yao Shuangshuang to have dinner.

Yao Shuangshuang likes to watch her mobile phone. When she is free, she always holds a mobile phone to play with. When they eat, as long as no one else is around, Meng Zizhao will feed her and bring her vegetables. He is very busy. Almost.

The same is true tonight.

However, Yao Shuangshuang's mobile phone ran out of battery in the middle of the game, and she didn't have a data cable, so she took Meng Zizhao's mobile phone and continued to watch videos.

Meng Zizhao brought some food for her. Seeing how happy she was watching the video, he couldn't help but ask, "Honey, how is Qiao Ruoqing doing?"

"I seem to have reconciled with Jing Yuan." Yao Shuangshuang replied.

So in the past two days, she was very sensible and didn't go to Qiao Ruoqing again.

Isn't there a saying that "a little farewell is better than a newlywed"?Qiao Ruoqing had such a conflict with Huo Jingyuan, and now she must be in love with each other every day, so she doesn't want to be a light bulb.

Meng Zizhao nodded, "I heard from Jing Yuan that he took Qiao Ruoqing to the hospital yesterday, but my aunt hasn't recovered yet, and I don't know when she will wake up."

He sighed, "Besides, it has not been found out who injured Auntie."

He was very sad and very melancholy.

Yao Shuangshuang raised his head and looked at him, "Aren't you checking the small courtyard of Li's family? How is it going?"

Before Meng Zizhao could answer, a friend request popped up on his mobile phone WeChat: Zhao Guifang, the verification message was: "Little pretty boy, add me, I'll send you my daughter's photo."

Yao Shuangshuang frowned, and didn't care about waiting for Meng Zizhao to talk about the small courtyard of the Li family, so she handed the phone in front of him, "What's going on?"

The tone was a bit fierce, as if if Meng Zizhao didn't speak up, she would torture her to extract a confession.