Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

And Su Qing smashed all the things on the table yesterday. Buying these things is another sum of money.

"More than twenty years ago, after you changed the swaddling clothes of Su Qing and me, you threw me into the orphanage. Don't you have anything to tell me about this?"

Qiao Xin sat opposite Yang Cuihua, staring at her expression without blinking. Qiao Xin wants to find guilt and regret from Yang Cuihua's face.

Yang Cuihua's eyes twinkled, and Qiao Xin could only see panic and guilt on her face.

"You have time to go home more. Xiaoyuan misses you very much."

Yang Cuihua is unjustified. She doesn't want to talk to Qiao Xin about this problem. Yang Cuihua stands up. Act in a hurry and want to leave.

At that time, she only wanted to live a good life for Su Qing, where she could care for other people's children.

"Forget it, you go. I won't take you out. I'll go to the bathroom."

Qiao Xin looked at the figure of Yang Cuihua who was eager to leave, and was very disappointed.

She thought Yang Cuihua asked her out today. I told myself I was sorry. As a result, Yang Cuihua simply asked her for money.

"Xin Xin. My mother did it wrong, but I had to."

Yang Cuihua returns to the table in front of Qiao Xin, thinking of Qiao Xin crying about her grievances.

It's not worth going now. Call josin out next time you don't know. Can you get the money from her.

"Is it so difficult to say sorry? You changed the course of my life. But you didn't even say an apology."

Qiao Xin smiled bitterly and looked at Yang Cuihua with disappointment in his eyes.

Since Su Qing went to prison until now, Qiao Xin has been waiting for Yang Cuihua's sorry.

But now it seems that it has been sophistry. Yang Cuihua, who was wronged by herself, never considered the feelings of her adopted daughter.

She won't pursue it. It doesn't mean that she has turned the page on this matter.

Yang Cuihua continued to excuse herself: "Mom didn't know people clearly at that time, so she was pregnant with Su Qing..."

"Don't call me that. You're Su Qing's mother, but not mine. And you've never regarded me as your daughter."

Qiao Xin directly interrupted Yang Cuihua's explanation and turned to the bathroom.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, most of the shops in the mall were cold.

It's not a business place now. The office workers haven't got off work yet, and there are few people in the bathroom.

Josin, who was mending her makeup, didn't notice that a sign "no use, cleaning!" was erected outside the bathroom.

A cleaning employee pushing a huge cart came in. When Qiao Xin just took out her mobile phone to send a message to the banquet company at night, she suddenly felt that she was patted on the shoulder and lost consciousness in a few seconds.

Wang an hugged Qiao Xin's unconscious body. He confirmed that Qiao Xin had been dizzy: "find it and have a good sleep!"

In a dark and narrow warehouse, the woman sitting on the stool was proud in her eyes and laughed wildly.

Su Qing saw that Qiao Xin had fallen into her hands at the moment, and her laughter became more and more wanton.

"Tie her up."

Su Qing points to Qiao Xin lying on the ground and asks Wang An to tie the unconscious Qiao Xin to the stool.

"What does Miss Su want to do with her next? Do you need my help?" Wang an tied up Qiao Xin and asked Su Qing about her next plan.

Su Qing's eyes were full of crazy hatred for Qiao Xin: "I asked you to kill her."