Qiao Jiang returned to the living room, picked up the books on the table and read them.

It seems that she hasn't been so relaxed these days.

In the afternoon, the housekeeper came in.

Looking at Qiao Jiang holding the military encyclopedia, there was a flash of surprise. When did Mrs. Gu start reading these books.

Besides, isn't this Mr. Gu's book?

Qiao Jiang looked up at him, "what are you doing?"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "yes, madam, sir, I haven't eaten all day. I just cooked porridge."

He looked at her expectantly.

He was not sure whether Mr. Gu was still sleeping and whether he would be disturbed if he rushed in, so he'd better let his wife have a look first.

He still needs this job. He can't let Grandpa down anyway.

Qiao Jiang nodded, but saw him pass the porridge.

She wondered for a moment and reached for it.

Seeing this, he went out.

Glancing at the direction of his departure, Qiao Jiang frowned, "don't you know I like meat? What porridge!"

Although she complained, she drank up a bowl of porridge a few times, and then continued to read.

As night fell, Yang Qianlan still didn't come back.

Instead, there was an unexpected guest.

Under the guidance of the housekeeper, Joe longed came in and sent the people, and he went out.

Qiao Jiang raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with a bad complexion with a flash of doubt.

I saw him smiling just now, and he changed into a gloomy look and stared at her with a bad face.

At a distance, they looked at each other like this.

One is at a loss and the other is angry.

He came to Qiao Jiang and slapped him in the face without saying a word.

For such a person with poor eyes, Qiao Jiang instinctively took precautions, so when he slapped down, she subconsciously hid back.

"Who are you? Dare to attack me!" she threw the book on the table. She stood up angrily and glared at Joe.

Gu Liancheng was awakened by hunger.

He had just come down to eat when he saw such a scene.

He did not speak, but stood silent in the hidden stairwell.

Joe longed and his pupils shrank unbelievably. He hadn't recovered from his hometown for a long time.

Over the years, for the sake of the fame of the Qiao family, he didn't know how much energy he spent to make her the first lady in xueyang city.

It was not long before he got married that he showed such a shrew like behavior. If it was seen by the media, would he still have the reputation of the Qiao family?

"Qiao Jiang, your tutors have been eaten by dogs. Is this what you should be like to your father?"

"..." Qiao Jiang's face was stiff at the smell of the speech.

It turned out that he was Qiao Jiang's father.

She pursed her lips. In her impression, her father should be kind. How could she look at her daughter with such eyes.

Not a daughter, but an enemy.

But even so, she now occupies Qiao Jiang's body and takes care of her heart. She doesn't want anyone to be bad to her parents.

So she obediently said, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Looking at her attitude, Joe snorted coldly, "yesterday was your mother's birthday. Why didn't you come?"

Before Qiao Jiang could speak, I heard him say, "how many times have I told you that your mother is dead, and now Yang Runqing is your mother!"

"...." Qiao Jiang frowned gently, and she couldn't help looking at Qiao Huan again.

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