CEO Husband, Don't Bother Me

"Who knows what will happen if I'm a good boy. You should just answer it. It's so easy for you, Young Master Qiao, to find me." I'm so busy, let's talk another day. " He tore his hand away and walked outside.

When the cold wind blew outside, I winced a little and steeled my heart.

Good boy, his three-and-a-half year old daughter.

"Miss, to the Palace Well."

I started my watch and headed straight for my destination.

The car was parked under a huge billboard. The noble lady had a bit of a flirtatious look to her. Her dignified and expensive dress made her temperament even more outstanding.

The renowned jewelry designer, the daughter of a noble family, Lin Jing, was also the woman that made all the young talents in the city want to marry home.

Unfortunately, they didn't have the chance. She was my fiancé's lover and even gave him a daughter.

The difference between a lover and a mistress might be that one had tacitly accepted the identity while the other had only been playing on the spot.

A servant of the Qiao family said, "Mo QianXun will only disgrace the Qiao family. What right does she have to be angry at young master? Madam has already said that she is not worthy to be the young mistress of the Qiao family."

Those words were very heart-piercing, people have to bow their heads under the eaves of grievance, very sad, I used to stand in the clouds, I was too proud.

No matter what I do, I fail, but I don't believe I can't support myself by putting everything down.

The Qiao family has power and influence, but you can't judge the sky by yourself.

His phone was ringing arrogantly. It was no longer Qiao Dongcheng.

"Mo Qian Xun, stop the car." The commanding tone was so natural.

I stopped the car and looked at the fiery-red sports car behind the rear-view mirror parked by the side of the road. The door of the car pushed open and a woman wearing high heels and big sunglasses walked over, her famous dress was very fashionable, and her short hair gave off a clear yet beautiful feeling. She took off her sunglasses and stepped two steps away, saying, "Mo QianXun, how much do you want? "You will not pester Qiao Dongcheng. You will then leave him, leave Beijing."

I smiled at her. "How much are you going to give me?"

"How much do you want?" She impatiently said, "I'll give you as much as you want."

He was really generous, but he was sure that I wouldn't ask her so openly, so he said lightly: "If money could solve some problems, you wouldn't be here for a long time. Master Hai, who do you think you are? No wonder you weren't recognized by the Qiao Family. You should learn from Lin Jing." At least they wouldn't tell me this straight out.

Lin Jing would only say, "Be good and say that mother and father in kindergarten picked up children from school together. Why didn't father come to pick her up and go home with her?"