Madam is a rebel, please surrender quickly

Qiao Yichen picked up the woman from Su Changqing's side and carried her behind him like a chicken.

Su Zhixing was speechless.

It would have been fine if he had often carried her before, but now, she was so old and her master was still in front of her.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Su Zhixing struggled out of habit.

With an accidental "bang", he fell headfirst onto Qiao Yichen's strong and firm chest.

Su Zhixing was hit so hard that she saw stars and blurted out, "It's so hard!"

A blush appeared on Qiao Yichen's jade-smooth earlobe at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You should be a little careful when speaking in front of outsiders, huh?"

"How can you be an outsider..."

Su Zhixing rubbed her forehead in annoyance. When she raised her eyes, she found that Qiao Yichen was looking at Su Changqing with a very sharp and cold look.

The more Qiao Yichen looked at Su Changqing, the colder his eyes became.

Su Zhixing came to Su Changqing speechlessly.

It’s a shame that the master had such high hopes for him, but when they met for the first time, he behaved very unfriendly.

"Brother, the old master is the caregiver I hired..." Be nicer.

"Nurse, is it——?" Qiao Yichen's last syllable was drawn out, full of bloodthirstiness and danger.

Does the caregiver need to disguise himself?

Are caregivers’ hands cleaner than those of ordinary people?

Will the caregivers wear custom-made Italian leather shoes?

The sandalwood bracelet on the caregiver’s wrist costs millions?

Qiao Yichen's insight is beyond the reach of ordinary people. He can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with the hunchbacked old man in front of him.

However, Su Changqing still laughed at him.

"Little girl, you guys chat first, I'm going to buy some daily necessities."

Qiao Yichen looked at Su Changqing's hunched figure gradually walking away, his eyes were so dark that ink could seep out.

If you hunch your back and can't straighten your back for a long time, you will feel unbearable soreness all over your body.

For a middle-aged person, it takes a lot of perseverance to do such a difficult dress-up.

What is this man's purpose in going to such great lengths to disguise himself?

Why is Su Zhixing so familiar with a middle-aged man and even doesn't shy away from physical contact?

She obviously knew the middle-aged man's secret, so why did she help him hide his identity?

How many things is she hiding from him?

No wonder she was becoming more and more out of his control, asking for a divorce every day and refusing to give up until she got it.

It must be because of those inexplicable men who supported and instigated her from behind.

After this analysis, the anger in Qiao Yichen's chest surged up.

He suppressed the flickering fire in his eyes and asked, "Do you know each other well?"

"Yes."

Su Zhixing wanted Su Changqing to stay with Ni Huiyue smoothly, so she patiently explained,

"Brother, I have known the master for a long time. He has a lot of experience with Chinese herbal medicine and can help Aunt Huiyue."

It would have been fine if she didn't explain. As soon as she explained, Qiao Yichen's face became even gloomier.

Have you known each other for a long time?

Hiding it from him?

Qiao Yichen warned in a tense voice, "Su Zhixing, don't associate with him anymore!"

"What? Who are you not allowed to associate with?"

It took Su Zhixing a while to realize that Qiao Yichen was talking about his master.

Telling her not to associate with the master, what kind of international joke is this?

Master is her relative, like her father.

When he is old, she will take care of him like her own daughter.

"That's impossible!" Su Zhixing blurted out with absolute certainty.

"Brother, we are going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce tomorrow. What right do you have to interfere with who I associate with?"

Qiao Yichen's thin crimson lips curled up into a dangerous arc.

"Don't even talk about divorce. Even if I leave the earth, I'm still your brother and I'll always be able to take care of you!"

"Qiao Yichen, you are unreasonable!"

Su Zhixing's face flushed with embarrassment and her anger continued to rise.

She and Qiao Yichen, one with her little face raised, and the other with her handsome face lowered.

Their eyes met and a flash of lightning struck.

The smell of gunpowder spread in the hospital corridor.

Just then, Su Changqing came back without knowing when.

He looked at the two men in disbelief, with a flash of worry on his face.

"Little girl, what's the divorce? Haven't you been doing well all along? Why do you want to get a divorce?"