Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Almost at the same time, Fang Ideal asked: "Xu Fang, you know that man—"

Before she finished speaking, she turned her head, Zhou Xufang was no longer behind her.

"Xu Fang."

"Xu Fang."

Fang Ideal looked around anxiously without seeing anyone.

"Qinghou." Su Chan asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Su Qinghou looked at the distance: "You have a tail behind you."

She looked back and saw the sneaky figure hidden behind the window of the coffee shop with a camera in her hand: "It's a reporter."

Su Qinghou looked at her with gloomy eyes: "What's wrong with you lately? It's getting useless."

She lowered her head: "I'm sorry."

"Process the photos clean."

"Yes."

He got in the car, and she immediately followed.

"Find Su Lihua?"

She sat next to him, closed the car window, and then took off her mask and sunglasses: "I found it." She said, "He works as a sign language teacher at a school for the deaf."

Actually ran to be a teacher.

Su Qinghou laughed: "My second uncle is really leisurely."

It was windy today, especially on the roof of the building. Zhou Xufang was lying on it, watching the car drive away. She stood up and dusted her body.

Persuaded?

She is not counseling, she is afraid of trouble, and the villain Su Qinghou is a big trouble.

Below the building, Fang Ideal still called her.

"Xu Fang!"

"Xu Fang!"

The tone was dying of anxiety.

Zhou Xufang picked a place where there was no one, jumped down, covered his face and sneaked out of the alley.

"Xu Fang!"

"Xu——"

Zhou Xufang waved his hand: "I am here."

Fang Ideal breathed a sigh of relief, his head sweating: "Where have you been?"

She went to hide from her enemies: "Go to the toilet."

Fang Ideal patted his chest with a lingering fear: "You don't want to tell me either. I thought you were kidnapped and you were scared to death."

Like a ghost, suddenly people are gone.

Zhou Xufang sincerely admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay if you're fine." Fang Ideal held her hand, lest she lose it again.

Home garden.

Wen Baiyang did half of his dinner and received a text message.

Wen Ya: "I'm at your door."

Wen Baiyang turned off the fire and went to open the door.

Wen Ya stood at the door with her usual expression on her face, Chu Chu gentle: "Don't you invite me in?"

Wen Baiyang gave way.

Wen Ya went in, sat down, and took out an inspection report from her bag: "I'm pregnant."

Wen Baiyang took a pen and paper and wrote: "Why do you want to tell me?"

Wenya wore flat shoes, no makeup, and her face turned upright. She had been married into Qiao's house for several years without any stomach movement. She was only pregnant when she was almost forty. She was an elderly woman.

She went straight to the point: "Nan Chu's father doesn't care about old feelings at all. If you enter the door, I will be swept out."

It’s said that Qiao’s spoiling his wife, spoiling him, her wife is no different from the vase in his study in his heart, and can be used for appreciation, but it’s really not serious, otherwise it won’t be so many years, even for children. Not to her.

The rich are mostly thin lovers.

"Nan Chu is still with you secretly. His grandfather will know sooner or later, and he will never tolerate our mother and daughter marrying their Qiao's house. When that happens, either you broke up or I got divorced." Wen Ya looked at this and she didn't know what to do. Daughter who doesn’t understand, "Bai Yang, do you really bear it?"

She put her hand on her belly: "This child is innocent."

Wen Baiyang frowned and wrote on the paper: "It is your husband you should convince."

Still so oily and salty.

"Do you know why Nan Chu can't get along with his dad? Their father and son are so alike, they are all cold and ruthless people in their bones. Qiao Shenxing has never loved his dead wife, nor has he loved me."

Wen Ya was telling her that Qiao Nanchu would also be a lover.

"You will end up like me in the end." Wenya's eyes turned red, and Li Hua begged her with rain, "Go back to my hometown, I beg you, and leave a way for my child to survive."

It is impossible for a family like the Qiao family to allow a mother and daughter to marry together.

Wen Baiyang picked up the pen and put it down again without writing anything.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Qiao Nanchu came over.

She sat at the dining table, staring at a pot of brewed tea in a daze. Qiao Nanchu opened the door and walked in by herself. She looked at him blankly.

"Why absent-minded? I didn't know when I came in."

She asked in sign language: "Have you eaten?"

He shook his head.

"I'll do it for you."

He took her to sit down: "Don't eat, I'll be back in the game later." Looking at the time on the watch, "I can only stay for fifteen minutes."

"recently, I am busy?"

"Yeah." He said, "I went on a blind date today."

Her tea pouring stopped for a while, and the tea poured out.

Qiao Nanchu took the teapot and put it aside, and took two pieces of paper to wipe the tea on the table: "The old man's blood pressure is high. I was afraid that he would cause trouble, but I didn't say a word from beginning to end."

The other party is the banker's daughter.

Apart from that, he knew nothing and didn't remember what he looked like.

Wen Baiyang asked him in sign language: "When is it?"

"Four to five o'clock."

At that time, he was chatting with her on WeChat, and there was nothing to talk about, but it was a long, long time.

"Is the other party angry?"

Qiao Nanchu nodded: "I'm so angry."

He was very ungentleman, he took out his cell phone as soon as he got there, and he didn't reply to what the lady said to him, indeed he didn't have any manners.

However, he didn't plan to have a follow-up, it would only be more troublesome to give grace.

He moved the chair over, resting his elbow on the table and propped his chin: "I don't care if she is angry, are you angry?"

Wen Baiyang shook his head.

This girl has a very good temper.

Qiao Nanchu rubbed her hair: "You are my girlfriend, you can be angry." He suddenly had an impulse, "Bai Yang, should we elope?"

The old man is too stubborn, he takes his life with him, but he can escape.

Wen Baiyang shook his head.

He stopped talking and bowed his head to kiss her.

Not long after Qiao Nanchu left, guests came again, and Wen Baiyang looked at the people at the door uneasily.

"Is it bothering you?"

It's Qiao Nanchu's grandfather.

The next day, the fifth master of the Xu family remarried for the fourth time. He married a small model in his early twenties. The banquet was held in Xu’s villa, but because it was the fourth marriage, it was not too ostentatious. The banquet was very simple and only invited Set up four tables for close relatives and friends.

Xu Bozhi brought Luo Qinghe to the meeting.

He left her in the room: "I'll come and take you down later."

Luo Qinghe nodded dumbly, clutching her clothes. The last time she wore clothes was half a month old.

Xu Bozhi locked the door before leaving. He just waited a while to show her, so he didn't use an iron chain to lock her. When he walked away, her expression immediately changed. She looked around in the room and turned it out. I cut the sheets into strips with scissors, tied them to my body, and crawled out of the window.

The banquet was placed outside the villa.

Jiang Zhi ignored no one, found a place where there was no one, and took out his cell phone.

Fangbao boyfriend: "Xu Fang."

Zhou Xufang returned to WeChat soon.

The ancestor of Fangbao: "Huh?"

Fangbao boyfriend: "Where are you hiding?"

The ancestor of Fangbao: "The roof."

Jiang Zhi glanced upwards calmly.

Fangbao boyfriend: "Can you see me?"

Zhou Xufang lay on the roof, looking for a squint angle, because he was wearing a black suit, lying motionless there, like a charcoal.

The ancestor of Fangbao: "You can see it."

At this time, Qiao Nanchu came over.

Jiang Zhi sent a kiss emoticon: "You quarreled with your old man again?" He heard the Qiao old man's swearing from a long distance.

Qiao Nanchu was very irritable: "Yeah."

There was a small pavilion at the back of the villa. Jiang Zhi put a veil on the stone bench before sitting down: "I heard that you have offended single and unmarried celebrities in your circle recently."

"Let's take pleasure in the misfortune." Qiao Nanchu sat down and raised his chin, "Your trouble is also here."

"Jiangzhi!"

Luo Qinghe panicked and ran over: "Jiang Zhi, help me." She said in a very anxious tone, looking around, "Xu Bozhi is a psychopath, he will torture me to death."

Jiang Zhi raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Miss Luo, did you find the wrong person?"

"Child," she touched her belly and reached out to grab Jiang Zhi's hand, "Look at the child, you help me once."

Jiang Zhi took his hand away, the disgust in his eyes made no secret: "What does your child have to do with me?"

Luo Qinghe's expression suddenly looked dark, "He is your child too! It's yours!"

She pretended for half a month to let Xu Bozhi relax and take care of her. The Luo family collapsed and she was desperate. Only Jiang Zhi could help her.

"Didn't I tell you?" He said in an irrelevant tone, "I am infertile."

Luo Qinghe was stunned.

He lifted his chin: "Here, your child's dad is here."

She turned her head and saw Xu Bozhi.