C530 Why Do You Say I Deserve It?
Qiao An raised her brows slightly. Yem Qiaoyu's hands were quite fast.
She had just sent it to him when Huo Chengzhou received it.
Qiao An replied to him: [Aren't you the same?] "
Sharpening his blade: I'm doing this for my life. ]
Qiao An was stunned for a moment. A trace of doubt appeared in her eyes and she sent a question mark over. [?]
Huo Chengzhou picked up the teacup and drank a sip of jasmine tea. The fragrance entered his mouth and made him think of Qiao An. The corners of his lips curled up as he replied, [Earn more money. When you marry her later, you will also have more capital.]
Qiao An stopped drinking.
This person...
Why did he never tell her this?
He had a good chat with a "stranger."
Qiao An replied with a bit of bad taste, [According to what you said, she and her family are greedy for money?] You are willing to use money to maintain relationships. "
The news about Huo Chengzhou arrived very quickly. [It would be great if that was the case.] ]
Qiao An tapped the keyboard with her fingertips and replied, [So?] ]
Sharpening his blade: [All in all, throwing money won't work, and there's an additional strong enemy...]
Qiao An supported her chin with one hand and looked at the dialog box calmly. She was in a good mood.
She was sharpening her knife. Are you joking with me? ]
Eldest Qiao said, You know your own limitations. 】
He was sharpening his blade. [You think I deserve it?]
Qiao An was silent for a moment. Didn't you say that the reason for the divorce was very complicated? There were also some family grudges and such. I don't know if I deserve it or not. ]
Huo Chengzhou's fingertips lightly twisted. Anyway, everyone felt that he deserved it. But how could he know how important she was in his heart if he did not torment her?
He sharpened his blade. [He probably deserves it...] If he didn't get a divorce, at least I wouldn't have to stay in a hotel tonight. ]
Qiao An raised her eyebrows. There was nothing wrong with this logic. [Then you deserve it.] ]
Otherwise, with the identity of the son-in-law of Shen family, he would at least receive the same treatment as Qin Jingzhi.
Huo Chengzhou was slightly stunned when he saw her reply. She actually did not ask him why he stayed in a hotel and directly said that he deserved it?
She sharpened her knife. [Why do you say that I deserve it?] ]
Qiao An scratched her head. Why did you say he deserved it?
Eldest Qiao said, Didn't you say that yourself? "
He was sharpening his knife. [Why don't you ask me why I want to stay in a hotel when I have a home?] ]
Qiao An raised her eyebrows and drank some water to throw the question back. [Why should I ask you such a private question?] We are just ordinary netizens. ]
Huo Chengzhou was stunned for a moment. It seemed like that was the case.
When the two of them were together, the danger of losing her would make Qiao An immediately hide. She directly replied a message and went offline.1
[It's very late, I'm logging off.] ]
Huo Chengzhou didn't even have the time to say goodbye to Eldest Qiao before his profile picture darkened.
This speed...
Why did he feel a little guilty?
Huo Chengzhou thought of Huo Feng's guilty behavior when he was driving in the afternoon. He suddenly lost control and firmly denied it.
Furthermore, it was not the first time Eldest Qiao had suddenly switched sides and logged off.
Something flashed in Huo Chengzhou's mind, and then it suddenly disappeared.
The night was already deep, and the Hangzhou night scene outside the window also gradually calmed down, as if it was time to sleep.
Huo Chengzhou put away the complicated thoughts in his mind, closed the computer, and put a lullaby for Qiao An.
He hoped to sleep well.
After logging off, Qiao An took a deep breath. She felt that her reaction just now was a little too much, but if they continued talking, she was afraid that she would be exposed.
She shrugged slightly, turned off the computer and prepared to sleep, but her mind kept thinking about Huo Chengzhou's handsome face when she first saw him in the morning.
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