Mother Qiao took out all the fruit snacks that can be eaten at home and put them on the table, only then changed her face, looked at her solemnly, and accused: "You still dare to mention that such a big thing has happened, why don't you follow her? Let me talk to your dad, which made me feel scared and afraid to call you these days, for fear that you will be under pressure."
Qiao Yimo put down the cup and hugged her arm with a smile, with a soft voice that seemed a bit coquettish: "What's the use of what I told you? Just be annoying by yourself, why add more Two?"
Mother Qiao glared at her immediately, and said, "You have no news at all. Wouldn't your father and I be more worried?"
Qiao Yimo touched her nose with a guilty conscience, smiled casually, and took her arm onto the sofa, "Well, don't worry, isn't it over now?"
"Where did it go?" Mother Qiao said, showing her the phone when she took out the phone.
Qiao Yimo hurriedly pressed down her arm and smiled charmingly, "Mom, I want to eat the braised pork that you made, or you should go and prepare now, and it's time to have dinner when Dad comes back from get off work."
"What time is it now? It's early for dinner?" Mother Qiao turned to look at the clock.
Qiao Yimo curled up his red lips and urged poorly, "It's getting late, I haven't eaten at noon, now I'm starving to death."
"It's not good to eat, do you want to piss me off? There is no thin flesh on this face." Mother Qiao raised her hand and squeezed her cheek, a little angry, then let go of her hand, a trace of drowning in helplessness. Spoiled: "You eat some fruit mat first, and mom will do it first."
Qiao Yimo nodded, with a sweet and cute smile on his face, "Well, I'll wait."
When Mother Qiao turned and went to the kitchen, the smile on her face slowly condensed, and her expression became a little complicated.
Her parents are just one daughter. She has never been wronged since she was a child. Now, she can't always make them worry about her in fear.
After sitting in the living room for a while, she got up and went back to the bedroom, using her mobile phone to call Lu Ziyan.
The phone was connected quickly, but there was only a mess of noise. After a while, Lu Ziyan's usual lazy tone came out, "It's really rare to take the initiative to call Ben Shao. Can't you wait?"
Qiao Yimo is standing at the bedroom window with little hand
Touching the purple curtains, remembering what An told her in the afternoon, and asked quietly, "For so many days, I wonder if Lu Shao's anger has disappeared?"
"Come on, don't talk to me in this kind of yin and yang tone. If you really care about whether I am angry or not, you should have sent your whole person in front of this young man to apologize." Lu Ziyan ridiculed Liangliang.
"You forgot that I hurt my foot and just recovered."
"..." Lu Ziyan pursed his lips, too lazy to compare this with her, a little impatient: "Then what are you calling Ben Shao for now?"
Qiao Yimo moved his lips, appearing a little careless, "Apologize!"
"Heh..." Lu Ziyan chuckled, his nice voice was slightly bewildered and frivolous, "Ben Shao only accepts food, drink, and sleep."
"..."
After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Yimo said extremely calmly, "Doing too much of that kind of thing will lead to premature aging. Shao Lu is so good-looking, shouldn't you want to see himself bald before he is forty years old? Think about those who had harems in ancient times. Shao Lu should understand why the Emperor of Three Thousand Beauties is so short-lived."
"..."
At this time, Lu Ziyan over there was holding the phone, his brows twitched fiercely.
Afterwards, he smiled frivolously, "What if this young man intends to abandon the weak water three thousand and only take you?"
Qiao Yimo chuckled, "Sorry, I am also one of the three thousand weak waters, not worthy of your scoop."
"If you have a smaller book, change it to a bigger one."
"..."
Qiao Yimo pursed his lips, ignored his molesting, and said quietly: "If the company plans to continue using me, I can work tomorrow. If you don't have that plan, I will terminate the contract tomorrow."
Lu Ziyan raised his eyebrows, "Look for your distant brother to fight with me?"
Qiao Yimo replied calmly and gently, "Depending on the situation, if I get together and get away, I don't plan to do anything. If you don't let me go, then I have to look for him."
Lu Ziyan chuckled lowly, with an inexplicable tone, "How can you be sure that he will help you? A lawyer of his level, but the fees are very high, can you afford it?"
"Can't afford it!" Qiao Yimo told the truth, looking at the sky outside the window, the whole person seemed very calm, "That's why I called you, and then I'll make sure.
There is no room for change in love. "
Lu Ziyan seemed to have heard some joke. He laughed and ridiculed with interest: "Should you say that you are overconfident or that you have a thick skin? Why do you let Ben Shao give you a chance once and for all without paying? A woman like you who enters the brothel and wants to establish a chastity memorial, even if you give you a hundred opportunities, you can mess it up."
"..."
Qiao Yimo brushed his forehead with his palm backwards, and there was no emotion on his face, "Are you not confident in me or yourself? I just want to be at ease in filming now, I don't want to toss so much."
Although his tone was still plain, Lu Ziyan on the phone still heard some clues, and then smiled lightly, "The return of Bai Yueguang in Fu Sinian's heart has made you very sad lately?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo's expression was slightly stiff, and his voice did not change. "What are you doing with him in the matter between me and you?"
Lu Ziyan smiled playfully, "Who makes you always talk to me in a half-dead tone? You don't need to say Ben Shao can guess it, let alone the full video of the bar that I saw that day."
"..."
Qiao Yimo's face paled, "Why would you see?"
Didn't Mo Nan tell her that they were all permanently deleted
Dissatisfied with her extremely puzzled tone, Lu Ziyan's tone became cold, "You don't think that Fu Sinian and Rong Feng have this ability in the entire Jiangcheng, do you? Is Shao Ben dead?"
Qiao Yimo opened his mouth, but there was no sound from his throat.
She didn't know what to explain, or that this Lu Ziyan was deeper than she thought, and her excuses might be just a joke from him, which is not worthy of belief at all.
Stiffened for a moment, she stretched out her hand to open the window, letting the wind blow her face, her low voice had a taste of acquiescence to his guess, "What do you want?"
In that complete video, there may not only be Fu Sinian Lan Ling, but also Mo Nan's face in the back part.
"Of course I want to help you!" The smile in Lu Ziyan's voice became rich. "A woman who is not as beautiful as you, but whose mind is not as clean as you, and who can't compare to you anywhere, is also worthy of you being so sad. It really disappointed me."
"..."
(End of this chapter)