373: C373 My Brother Is a Germaphobe

C373 My Brother Is a Germaphobe

After hitting Qiao Xue, Qiao Minghui looked coldly at Zhou Yun. "Now, immediately withdraw the messy news on the Internet! Don't cause Wang Meini any more trouble in the future! No! Then we will divorce!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went upstairs. At the same time, he called his assistant to ask him to keep an eye on the Internet.

Qiao Xue was a little stunned by the beating. She sat on the sofa for a long time and did not recover from the shock. After she recovered, she cried out, "Mom, Dad hit me! Wuwuwu..."

Zhou Yun held her in her arms, "Blame Mom. It's Mom who is useless..."

Qiao Xue felt so aggrieved in her heart. She clearly thought of ways to let the family avoid Qiao An's disaster but did not think that the development of the matter had exceeded her expectations.

Qiao An!

Qiao Xue gritted her teeth, You slut! Just you wait! I will teach you a lesson sooner or later!

Qiao Xue cried for a long time and comforted her mother. The mother and daughter cried for a while in the living room and Qiao Xue suddenly reacted.

"Mother, we cannot sit and wait for death like this. Since father insisted on being with Wang Meini, then we cannot suffer ourselves! We should eat, drink, and drink! Put all the money we need into our own cards!"

Zhou Yun naturally felt sad in her heart. No matter what, the person she loved was Qiao Minghui. She could not be as open-minded as her daughter. As long as she had money, it was enough.

She wanted this man's love.

She sighed deeply. "Xue'er, let Mommy stay alone for a while. Go upstairs and sleep."

"Mom..."

"[Go ahead]" Zhou Yun said weakly.

Qiao Xue fell silent. "Mom, I will always stand on your side."

Zhou Yun helped her comb her hair. "Xue'er, mom only hopes that you can marry a reliable husband. This way, Mom can also be a little more show-off with you. If there is a big tree leaning against it... Our Qiao family won't have to face all kinds of threats."

Qiao Xue understood. Her eyes narrowed slightly, "I know, Mom."

She took two ice bags from the fridge, one for Zhou Yun, and the other for herself. She went straight upstairs.

She wanted to talk to Moo Yuwei.

Maybe Moo Haotian was that big tree!

...

It was currently afternoon in Country M. Moo Yuwei happened to be having afternoon tea with a friend. The scenery in front of her eyes was beautiful. She took a photo and sent it to Ins.

[I took a photo of the scenery in front of me and sent it to my Mr. Huo. In the end, this person replied very emotionlessly, "It is late at night in China. There are only stars in the sky, but not a single one is more beautiful than you." Sigh, Mr. Huo is such a hateful romantic. ]

After sending the message, she felt happy, as if she had really received a message from Huo Chengzhou on her phone.

She rolled her eyes and took out her phone in China. She turned on the phone and changed her number to "Mr. Huo." Then, she sent the same message to her phone number in Country M.

At this moment, she really felt like she was dating Huo Chengzhou.

This feeling was too wonderful.

When she received Qiao Xue's news, she patiently chatted with her.

Qiao Xue: [Will your big brother... like a girl like me?] 】

Moo Yuwei: Of course, you are so beautiful and cute. 】

She remembered one thing: [Oh right, my brother is a bit of an emotional and clean freak. He only likes places. Do you understand?] I don't know about the relationship between you and my second brother...]0

Qiao Xue gritted her teeth slightly, Nothing happened...

Moo Yuwei paused, why did she remember Qiao Xue saying that she had already slept with Liu...

Could it be that she remembered wrongly?

Moo Yuwei did not think too much about it. [I have already told my brother, but he seems to be very busy recently...] Wait a moment ~]

Qiao Xue replied. [I'm not in a hurry, I'm just asking ~] After all, I've never had a boyfriend who was so old. ]

In fact, Qiao Xue was not in a hurry anymore. She had to go to the hospital tomorrow to ask some private questions.

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