After breaking off the engagement, Mr. Li knelt down in private to ask for a kiss.

Bai Yurou was startled and said quickly: "Solve it quickly, don't let anyone know what happened back then!"

"I have asked people to deal with it, and I tried to deal with the doctor before those people arrived."

Bai Yurou hung up the phone uneasily, and another wave of confusion arose again.

She paced back and forth in the room, scratching her messy hair, but she still couldn't calm down.

How could it be so difficult to deal with Nan Qiao?

……

Zhou Hongqi couldn't sleep at night, walking around the living room, his brows serious, as if the sky was falling.

Liu Yanfang: "Zhou Hongqi, what on earth do you want to do? You don't want to sleep, just walk around here. The servant thought he saw a ghost when he went to the toilet. Why didn't you turn on the light?"

Liu Yanfang and Zhou Jingya were wearing pajamas and were unhappy when they were woken up.

Zhou Hongqi pointed at Liu Yanfang's face and said: "Can you still sleep? Ever since Nan Qiao left home, our company's life has been like a roller coaster. After finally seeing Xiaoya make some achievements, what did she do to Yunjin? This thing almost ruined the company’s reputation!”

Zhou Jingya: "Dad, it's none of my business..."

Zhou Hongqi sneered: "Do you think I'm a fool? You and Liu Qing introduced a scapegoat, wouldn't I know?"

Zhou Jingya ignored one thing. Zhou Hongqi was the boss of the company. How could he not find out the internal affairs of the company.

Zhou Jingya was choked and speechless.

Liu Yanfang cursed dissatisfiedly: "Zhou Hongqi, don't scold Xiaoya when you have something to do, and praise Nan Qiao when you have nothing to do, okay? What bad intentions can Xiaoya have? Isn't she just trying to help you? If she hadn't found an outstanding designer like Liu Qing, Can the company be revived?”

Zhou Hongqi's eyes were fixed on Liu Yanfang. He was already very worried. Liu Yanfang would only care about Zhou Jingya.

"Liu Yanfang, sometimes I wonder who Zhou Jingya is to you. She is not like your daughter, but like your ancestor. No matter what happens, you always help her and praise her without hesitation, as if Just like she saved the lives of your whole family in her previous life."

Liu Yanfang's eyes were full of panic, and she quickly suppressed it: "What nonsense are you talking about! Xiaoya is our daughter. If I don't love her, who will love her?"

Zhou Jingya was suddenly curious at this moment, whose daughter she was?

"Zhou Hongqi, if you continue to talk nonsense, we will ignore you."

Liu Yanfang grabbed Zhou Jingya's hand and led her up: "Xiaoya, let's go back to sleep. Don't talk to your dad. He's crazy, completely crazy."

The two of them came to Zhou Jingya's room, and Liu Yanfang brought the pillow and quilt that Liu Yanfang had given her and placed it on her bed.

"Xiaoya, mom will sleep with you today."

Liu Yanfang was lying on the bed. She didn't ask Zhou Jingya's opinion and just lay down.

Zhou Jingya walked step by step to the side of the bed where Liu Yanfang slept and lowered her head to look at her.

Liu Yanfang, who closed her eyes, noticed something was wrong, opened her eyes suddenly, and was so frightened by Zhou Jingya that she fell off the bed.

"Xiaoya, what are you doing? You scared me to death!" Liu Yanfang said irritably.

Zhou Jingya pulled her up and helped her sit on the bed.

Zhou Jingya sat next to Liu Yanfang, frowning and looking at her seriously: "Mom, whose daughter am I?"

Liu Yanfang quickly blocked Zhou Jingya's mouth with her hands and listened, but luckily she didn't hear anything.

Liu Yanfang said in a low voice: "Xiaoya, why are you talking about this matter again? Didn't I tell you not to worry about these things?"

"I want to know." Zhou Jingya said seriously and firmly.

Liu Yanfang's expression changed slightly and her brows knitted together: "Xiaoya, don't ask about the past, it won't make any sense. You just need to know that you are Zhou Hongqi's daughter and the eldest lady of the Zhou family. "

Liu Yanfang lay down again, closed her eyes, and avoided answering this matter.

Zhou Jingya became even more curious. Is her identity so difficult to reveal?

Does Liu Yanfang not know who her biological father is?

Zhou Jingya lay irritably on the other side of the big bed, her eyes dark.

Why can Nan Qiao find her biological parents, but she can't?

Is she the eldest lady of the Zhou family with a shady reputation?

……

Mr. Bai went to the kitchen specially and made three fresh dumplings for the table.

Bai Yurou looked at the fat dumplings and still wanted to take a bite.

She picked up the chopsticks and heard Mr. Bai say with a smile: "Qiao Qiao, you have been working hard recently. Try the braised lion head made by grandpa. I originally wanted to cook it for you at night, but I was afraid that you would not be at home to eat at night because of your busy work. .Can we eat dumplings in the morning?"

That's great.

Nan Qiao would sometimes order a bowl of wontons in the morning, or freeze the dumplings he made himself, and cook them once in a while.

"Thank you, Grandpa, for your hard work."

"Grandpa, thank you for the gift you gave me. I like it very much. I like it so much. Qiaoqiao, you are very filial."

Bai Yurou, who was holding chopsticks, was dumbfounded. What gift did Nan Qiao give this old man again?

Look how happy this old man is!

Bai Yurou's face didn't change, and she said in a gentle voice: "Sister, what gift did you give grandpa? Why didn't I hear you mention it?"

Mr. Bai said: "You don't need to talk about filial piety everywhere. What if others think it's a show? Being filial to the elderly is not done with words, but with practical actions. Yurou, don't you think so?"

Bai Yurou's face instantly became embarrassed, and the old man always spoke to her in a strange manner. Eighteen years later, she still hasn't received the old man's approval.

Bai Yurou cursed in her heart, but said with a smile: "What grandpa said is that Yurou will learn from her sister in the future and be filial to grandpa, parents."

Mr. Bai served Nan Qiao a bowl of dumplings: "Qiao Qiao, how do you like the dumplings made by grandpa?"

Nan Qiao picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, his eyes lit up: "Grandpa, the dumplings are delicious. Your craftsmanship is really good."

Bai Zhenyang and Chen Xinwan also took a bite. As expected, it was the stuffing made by the old man, and it still tasted familiar.

Bai Yurou took a dumpling, which was indeed delicious.

"Grandpa, I didn't know the dumplings you made were so delicious."

If he hadn't given it to Nan Qiao today, Bai Yurou wouldn't have eaten it.

Bai Zhenyang was afraid that Bai Yurou would think too much. Bai Yurou was still the daughter he had watched grow up, so he said, "Yurou, let alone you. I haven't eaten the dumplings made by your grandfather in many years."

Mr. Bai said nothing and ate quietly.

Nan Qiao finished a bowl of dumplings and a few pieces of sauce-flavored pancakes when her cell phone rang.

Nan Qiao picked it up and saw that it was a call from Uncle Qin.

After answering, Uncle Qin's anxious voice came: "Miss, come to Zheng Qinian's hospital quickly, something happened!"

"Okay." Nan Qiao hung up the phone.

Nan Qiao pretended to be calm: "I have to leave first, and you can eat slowly."

Nan Qiao ran away.