When Qiao Mohan heard his subordinate's words, the corners of his lips curled up in an evil arc.
He glanced at He Zhang in the front seat and said with a smirk, "He Zhang, I told you long ago that women's words cannot be trusted. Just because a woman cries, she doesn't use her brain. Lin Shasha's face is swollen, but the slap marks on her face are obviously smaller than those of an ordinary adult. Take a closer look, does it look like our Mu'er hit her?"
“Master, do you mean… Miss Mu’er beat Lin Shasha?” He Zhang was immediately in awe.
As expected of Mr. Qiao, he is very observant and no woman can escape his eyes.
He Zhang has dealt with dozens of women for Qiao Mohan, some of whom broke up obediently, some of whom refused to be honest, and some of whom wanted to get promoted again...
Even so, He Zhang couldn't develop Qiao Mohan's eagle eyes.
He was really frightened by Lin Shasha's words just now, and even felt sorry for her - she was kind enough to look after the child for Mr. Qiao, but was beaten by the director of the same crew.
If it weren't for Young Master Qiao pointing out that the palm print on Lin Shasha's face was wrong, He Zhang really wouldn't be able to see through Lin Shasha's intentions at all.
"Next time you meet a woman like Lin Shasha who is good at pretending to be pitiful, remember to use your brain." Qiao Mo's cold almond-shaped eyes swept out the window, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and I don't know what he remembered.
"Not everyone is like our Mu'er, whose thoughts are all written on her face - He Zhang, don't embarrass me next time."
He Zhang, who had been criticized by the young master, touched his nose.
His young master really doesn't hold back when he speaks...
He Zhang didn't dare to make any more noise. He turned around and sat down, and arranged for people to check Su Qing's whereabouts.
On the other side…
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This is... The Redington Hotel
Su Qing got out of the car holding the still sleeping Qiao Muer, and was slightly surprised to see the hotel building in front of her.
The foreign man, who was serious the whole time and hardly looked at her, actually brought them to the Reddington Hotel.
Su Qing couldn't help asking, "Sir, how do you know I live here? Have you investigated me?"
The man last night was Qiao Mohan, which was enough to shock Su Qing!
If not for the fact that so many things had just happened on the set, one scene after another, she would not have had the chance to calm down and think.
She might have already rolled up her sleeves and prepared to settle the score with Qiao Mohan.
They had broken up for more than three years. Why did he let his men bring her into the hotel when she was drunk and sleep with her
Well, putting this aside, the eldest daughter of the Qiao family suddenly appeared.
He is still sleeping in her arms.
Even if the child didn't know how to disguise himself, there should be no suspicion of deceiving her, but - what was going on with this expressionless foreigner
How did he know that she lived in the Redington Hotel!
Winston was stared at and questioned by Su Qing, and his cold blue eyes swept across Su Qing's face.
He seemed to glance at Su Qing carefully, paused for a moment, and then answered in an extremely cold voice: "Room number - A8018"
"Hmm?" Su Qing was slightly stunned, not understanding what the other party meant at all.
Then, a room card was coldly stuffed into her hand by the foreign man.
"Take Mu'er upstairs to rest." Winston ordered coldly.
After saying that, without even looking at Su Qing, he opened the car door and got back in.
Su Qing, who was holding Qiao Muer and had no idea what was happening, just watched helplessly... as the foreign man drove away.
Hey there—what the hell is going on
Why did you just throw Miss Qiao to her?!
Su Qing had no idea how things turned out like this, but the soft and tender little ball was sleeping in her arms.
Even if it was the daughter of Qiao Mohan, the unfaithful man... At this moment, Su Qing couldn't bear to care about her.
Is A8018 the room number
So, they also live here, and they didn't send her to the Redington Hotel just because they investigated her address.
He frowned slightly and didn't think any more about it.
Su Qing carried Xiao Qiao Muer upstairs, preparing to let her sleep first. (To be continued)