CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

When Jian Haixi arrived at Qiao's house, Qiao Qinghe was still well, but she looked very weak. She talked with her for a while and took care of her with Qiao ya.

Who thought of the afternoon, people suddenly died.

Mikai came early and was at Qiao's house at noon. Seeing that Qiao Qinghe was not very good, Jian Haixi hurried down to call someone.

Everyone stood in the room and quietly watched mikai help the people on the bed check. Jian Haixi frowned and unconsciously bit his fingers. When he finished checking, he hurried forward and said, "how's it?"

Mikai helped Qiao Qinghe cover the thin quilt, stood up straight, sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "old man... It's almost time."

Jane Haixi was stiff and couldn't support her. She shook back, but mikai held her quickly.

She clenched her fist, looked at Qiao Qinghe, quickly turned her head, closed her eyes and said in a dumb voice, "no... no way?"

Mikai couldn't bear to see her like this, but even he couldn't break the laws of nature.

He shook his head, patted her on the shoulder and said, "I'll take the medicine later. He'll wake up for a while. You... Talk quickly."

The ancients often said that the light will shine back. I think it may be that people who are about to say goodbye to the world are reluctant to give up their families around them, so they begged God for some time and gave a lot of advice.

Jian Haixi looked at Qiao Qinghe with his eyes closed on the bed. His face was peaceful and his slow breathing could not even move the movement of his chest.

She just felt that her chest was blocked and she couldn't get up. Her brain was buzzing. The fundus of her eyes was red by the acid in her throat. She didn't even know when her tears had slipped down and blurred her sight.

She raised her hand to wipe her cheek, took a deep breath, tried to suppress these emotions, called Ning Jiwei and asked him to pick up the children, then turned to look at George and said, "when will uncle Qiao Jing and Xiao Lei come back?"

George's eyes were red and his voice was too hoarse. There was only two or three words in a sentence.

"I contacted you yesterday. I'll be there tonight without accident."

Jian Haixi was silent and whispered, "it may be too late, even the video."

"I'll arrange it," George nodded.

On one side, Qiao Ya leaned against Yang Yaru's arms and cried out. She couldn't disturb Qiao Qinghe, but covered her mouth tightly.

The atmosphere in the room was cloudy and everyone felt bad.

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More than half an hour later, Ning Jiwei arrived with the children.

Not only were they there, but even Mo Jue Dou Ge, Gu Chenyi, Mo Xiuyu and others were present.

For a time, many people stood in the big room, but it was very quiet. Everyone frowned and looked heavy.

Even Qiao Xiaosi didn't cry. He stayed quietly with his big round eyes open.

He was too young to know that this scene was the most sad and powerless thing everyone had to experience.

But Jian Yi understood. The children who always played with Qiao Qinghe stood quietly by the bed, and no one spoke.

After a while, Qiao Qinghe woke up.

His voice was faint and he first called George's name.

George came forward, squatted by the bed and said in a dumb voice, "Grandpa, ah Zhi is here."

"Good boy." Qiao Qinghe nodded. At this time, he seemed to be unable to do more actions, but he still turned to look at him and told him, "don't worry about Grandpa's giving it to you than your father. You'll have more snacks in the future. Don't be so impatient. If you can't make up your mind, just discuss it with Haixi, okay?"

After a long string of words, he was a little short of breath.

George quickly smoothed his chest, endured grief, nodded and said, "Grandpa, I remember. Don't worry, I won't be in a hurry. I'll protect our family."

"OK..." Qiao Qinghe smiled and said, "where's Haixi?"

Jian Haixi came forward with red eyes, holding Qiao Qinghe's hand and choking, "Grandpa, I'm here."

Qiao Qinghe touched her hair, stroked her cheek, wiped her tears, looked at her painfully and said, "my child, grandpa is sorry for you."

As soon as he said a few words, Jian Haixi shook his head and tears welled up again.

"Don't cry. Grandpa wanted to get you back to make you live a good life, but grandpa is useless. He's leaving in just a few years and can't protect you anymore." Qiao Qinghe smiled and his eyes were full of sadness and heartache.

"No..." Jian Haixi kept shaking his head and sobbing, "Grandpa, don't say that. You gave me a home to rely on. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know where to go if I was tired."

Qiao Qinghe smiled. In fact, he said it was a smile, but he didn't have much strength to laugh. He could only slightly pull the corners of his mouth.

"Haixi, Grandpa knows that you are smarter and more sensible than the children at home." Qiao Qinghe paused and then said, "even in Grandpa's heart, you are taller than ah Zhi. If you are not afraid of being too embarrassed and tired, Grandpa even wants to give the whole Qiao family to you."

"Grandpa..." Jian Haixi didn't expect Qiao Qinghe to say these words to her. She couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Qiao Qinghe looked at her with a trace of request in his muddy eyes: "Haixi, can grandpa entrust the Qiao family to you?"

Entrusted to her?

Jian Haixi was stunned and didn't answer in silence.

Joe has the final say, Grandpa, Qinggil, sighing, "this family, the bus is being administered to the other, but the power of Qiao family is not so easy for the grandpa to give him. He is too impulsive. Sometimes he always works with a hot blood."

After a short pause, he then said, "besides, Qiao Zheng and Qiao Li, they also followed you outside a few years ago. Compared with ah Zhi, they are more convinced of you and give it to you. Grandpa is most relieved."

"Grandpa, but I..." Jian Haixi hesitated and didn't know what to say. No matter how close she and Qiao Qinghe are, they are also called "Grandpa". Compared with George and others, they are relatives separated by a layer. How can they directly take over the power of the Qiao family?

Even if the rest of the Qiao family had no ideas for a while, they would inevitably feel uncomfortable after a long time, just like what happened to Qiao Ya before.

She doesn't want to grow any estrangement with the Qiao family. After all, no matter how close the fate is, it will chill the people's hearts again and again.

Qiao Qinghe knew what she was thinking, sighed and said helplessly, "girl, Grandpa, I hope you can understand that I made such a decision not only for the sake of the Qiao family, but also for your own good."

"I know, Grandpa, Haixi all understand." Jian Haixi has a sour nose. She naturally knows Qiao Qinghe's painstaking. She is in the vortex. Even if she has Ningji and Mo's family, with her temperament, is she not the kind of charming flower willing to live in the greenhouse.

Whether it is career or power, as a woman, as a wife and mother, she should hold it in her own hands, so as to have more confidence.

Qiao Qinghe: "you don't have to have any concerns or pressure. Qiao Zheng, if they give it to you, you can use it. As for others..."

After a pause, he glanced at the Qiao family in the room and hummed, "if anyone of them dares to have an opinion in the future, or alienates you and makes you cold, you don't have to bear it. You can leave and let them live and die."