"Miss Huang, this is my home." Qian Yikun stood at the door with a gloomy expression.
Huang Jiaojiao had already entered, shaking the expensive bag in her hand and looking around, not paying attention to Qian Yikun's words.
"Qian Yikun, I am your fiancée." Huang Jiaojiao said proudly, looking back at the man at the door.
Qian Yikun took a deep breath. He didn't want to be angry with this little girl. At most, he would go back and explain clearly that he and this Huang Jiaojiao couldn't—
"You are his fiancée, who am I, Mrs. Qian?"
Before Qian Yikun had finished thinking, a voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile had already sounded.
Mo Fei was leaning against the door of the bedroom, his pale face looked weak. It was different from the face Huang Jiaojiao saw last time. Mo Fei was using his own appearance now.
When Huang Jiaojiao saw Mo Fei, she immediately screamed, "Qian Yikun, who is she?"
This sharp sound was a bit harsh.
Qian Yikun frowned and looked at the woman standing at the door of the bedroom. Is the injury healed? He ran out without permission.
"Can't you hear me? I am Mrs. Qian. There is only one person named Qian here. Who do you think I am?" Could it be that I remember this woman, the woman who was in the mall back then.
That is, Qian Yikun's fiancée.
It's dazzling to look at.
"You, you -" Huang Jiaojiao pointed at Mo Fei with a trembling hand, her chest was shaking violently, and finally looked back at Qian Yikun, "I will tell Uncle Qian, you liar." Huang Jiaojiao She screamed, raised her head and slapped Qian Yikun, and then ran out crying.
Could it be that listening to this crisp slap, my heart felt so happy that even the wound didn't hurt anymore.
Huang Jiaojiao ran out, Qian Yikun closed the door behind his back and looked at the proud woman standing at the door of the bedroom.
Mo Fei looked indifferent and said, "After all, even a woman like me is not worthy of you. I think no one in this world can be worthy of you, so I am here to help you."
After Mo Fei finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the bedroom.
Qian Yikun stood at the door with a gloomy face. He thought he would receive a call from his mother soon.
Is this person stupid
Could it be that after I went back and sat down on the bed, even eating felt delicious.
While helping Mo Fei fill the soup, Xinya said, "Is this the right thing for Mrs. Qian? That kind of little goblin is the most annoying. It is this kind of woman that our young master hates the most."
Could it be that the corner of her mouth twitched slightly and she almost spat out the food she had eaten? She didn't have any thoughts about Qian Yikun. Who would have thoughts about such a hypocrite
Qian Yikun overestimated Huang Jiaojiao's patience, because he received a call from his mother three minutes later. It can be seen that Huang Jiaojiao made a call after going downstairs.
Qian Yikun put down his chopsticks and answered the phone, "Mom—"
"Qian Yikun, what are you doing? Jiaojiao is crying and telling me that you have a wife outside. What's going on?" Mrs. Qian came over the phone with a roaring voice, "Your father and I are both here." I’ve made an agreement with your Uncle Huang, what are you doing?”
Qian Yikun listened to his mother's cry, pinched his forehead with one hand, raised his head and glanced in the direction of the bedroom, "Nothing, Mom, Huang Jiaojiao and I are not suitable. How old is she? She hasn't even finished college. How old am I?"
"My girls don't dislike you, what are you doing?" Qian's mother said disapprovingly, "My mother used to think that if Yuwei got divorced, even if you were with Yuwei, my mother wouldn't be able to say anything. , but now, she has remarried."