Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

  Chapter 22 The second brother Qin with poisonous tongue

  Qin Ruan stepped on the point to go home.

  She drove the latest light pink Maserati and drove to Qin's house at a very fast speed.

  The car hasn't arrived yet, and the exaggerated exhaust sound is heard by everyone in the villa hall.

  In the hall, a young man wearing grey casual sportswear came down on the second floor. He had a face similar to Qin Ruan Liufen, and his face was more handsome and hard.

  The young man standing upstairs has a deep and handsome outline, thin lips lightly pursed, and his expression is not smiling, and his whole body is full of scorn.

  He stopped, raised his eyes and scanned the door.

   Familiar with the exaggerated exhaust sound outside, it belongs to only one member of the Qin family, Qin Ruan.

  Qin Ruan returned to Qin’s house to take the driver’s license, and his father gave her a light pink Maserati, the latest model that girls like.

  I haven't seen my sister after half a month, Qin Mei's lips slowly convulsed, and the depths of his eyes overflowed with joyful anticipation.

  He went downstairs faster, and the whole person was in a state of air.

   "Amay came down, just about to go upstairs and call you to prepare a meal."

  Han Xian smiled, watching Qin Mei's eyes soft as water.

  The smile on Qin Mei's face quickly converged.

  He is similar to Qin Ruan's eyes slightly, and he looks at the woman in front of him with an unhappy expression.

  If his sister does not come back, he still has basic courtesy to this woman.

  Qin Ruan has no sense of belonging to this family. He treats everyone in the family with a degree of advancement and retreat, and is very alienated.

  This made it impossible for the three of them, father and son, to think that there was Han Xian in the middle, which might have a easing effect.

  But recently, they discovered that this is not the case.

  After her sister was taken back to Qin's house, Han Xian, this woman, always put on eye drops in secret.

  He and his father and elder brother only recently discovered this phenomenon. Recently, the company has been busy with business and they have not had time to deal with this matter.

   Watched by Qin Mei's slightly bored gaze, Han Xian's smile on her face was almost unsustainable.

  The corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she asked softly: "What's the matter, why does Amay look at me like this?"

  Qin Mei sighed, his voice loose, and snorted: "Auntie Han, I have said it many times, don't call me Amai. If you don't know, you think you are calling a little girl."

  He raised his arm and gently moved the broken hair in front of his eyes with his fingers. His actions were both handsome and nasty.

  Because Qin Mei's hair was still a little wet after the shower.

  With this action, slight water stains were thrown on Han Xian's face.

  The latter seems to have not noticed it, his smile on his face is gentler, his eyes are crescent-shaped, and the wrinkles at the end of the eyes are a bit deeper.

  Han Xian’s voice is soft, with a deliberate intimacy: "Auntie Han is not used to it. You have been calling you Amei since you were less than my waist height. After so many years, I have been used to shouting, and I am not used to it for a while."

  The light in Qin Mei's eyes was deep, staring at Han Xian with an impatient expression.

  I don't know what to think of, the corner of his lips evokes a malicious arc full of evil.

  Qin Mei frowned slightly, and looked up and down Han Xian, his handsome face showed a look of worry for her.

  However, what he vomited out of his mouth did not save face: “This person tends to forget when he gets old, and Aunt Han, you are not too young, so take care of your body.”

  "..."

  Han Xian's face was instantly distorted, her eyes full of anger, and she almost stepped forward to grab Hua Qin Mei's handsome face.

  For so many years, Han Xian went abroad several times a year for her face.

  Know that she is out now, and people who don’t know her can’t guess her age at all.

  In the circle of upper-class wives, her face is also the smallest among her peers.

  (End of this chapter)