Young Master, did you fall off your horse today?

Chapter 7 I'm going to break up with my man

Just like this, Jun Mochen walked into the study in his pajamas, locked the door, and dialed a call to special assistant Li Feng.

"Immediately go and check all the financial expenditures of Wang Mancui and the Wang family. But this matter must be done secretly, and the slightest bit cannot be disclosed. Especially uncle must not know."

"Yes, Young Master." Li Feng nodded respectfully.

Through the phone, he could feel the coldness in Young Master Jun's tone, and couldn't help shivering.

Young Master Jun doesn't look in a good mood today.

Jun Mochen knocked down on the table unconsciously with one hand, a trace of bloodthirsty coldness appeared in his long and narrow eyes.

A mere 5000 million is just a small pocket money for the Jun family.But Wang Mancui dared to do anything under his nose?
This so-called aunt was also from a wealthy family, but to the Jun family, she was just a small nouveau riche, so she was greedy and petty in her bones.

She dared to embezzle Su Qiao's 5000 million without permission, and there must be many more private embezzlements in secret.

Such a person, of course, can no longer stay in Jun's house.

But both his parents died in a car accident, and he was brought up by his uncle since he was a child.And the uncle almost obeyed Wang Mancui's words.

If he directly attacked Wang Mancui, his uncle would definitely intercede for her.

Jun Mochen thought about it, and raised his eyes slightly.

"In addition, Mrs. Zhang will take care of all the family affairs of Jun's family from now on. If Wang Mancui asks, you tell her that this is what grandpa meant."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, his eyes suddenly became deep and sharp.

Wang Mancui, Jun Menger, is every woman in the Jun family so snobbish and greedy?
A girl with picturesque eyebrows, eyes as clear as water and clever and shrewd slowly emerged in my mind.

Su Qiao, are you the same person?
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A week later, Jun's grandfather passed May Seventh, according to the rules of Jun's family, he had passed filial piety.

Su Qiao sat in a hair salon, smiling at her new look in the mirror.

She cut off her waist-length long hair. In her previous life, in order to become a wealthy lady, she wore a bun that didn't match her age every day.

He also wears black and gray mature and old clothes all day long.

Thinking about it now, don't say whether Jun Mochen likes that kind of dress or not, she is simply destroying her wonderful youth with all her might.

"Su Qiao, from now on you have to live for yourself. Let men go to hell!"

she muttered softly.

After the haircutting brother finished her hair, Su Qiao looked at the girl in the mirror with great satisfaction.

She was dressed in a fresh pale pink dress, with light rice-colored pear blossom hair, and her young and pure face didn't need any makeup at all, and her skin was as tender as a freshly peeled egg.

This is what a 20-year-old girl should look like!

Su Qiao was very satisfied. After paying the money, she took a deep breath, her eyes were unusually bright, and her whole body was full of vigor and vitality.

"Little beauty, you are in a good mood. Are you going to confess your love to the male god you like?"

The boy who cut the hair caught her happy mood and teased her.

Su Qiao picked up a file bag on the table, and turned her head to give the hair-cutting brother a sunny smile.

"No, I'm going to break up with my man."

"Wow, what man without eyes can give up on a beauty like you! Little beauty, after you break up, I will introduce you to a high-quality man. I have too many guests here, rich and handsome. .”

(End of this chapter)