Quan Jinrou pursed her lips.
She also wanted to curse in public, as if to curse Quan Qiao so hard that he would regret it!
But no...
She couldn’t do it…
She is a fairy, she has to stay elegant and perfect at all times.
Finally, she clenched her palms and said:
“Don’t worry, I do feel uncomfortable and don’t like my sister being so arrogant.
But it's just a stroke of paint, and I can just let it go in my mind, but I won't scold her."
After finishing speaking, he said to the crowd:
"It's late, everyone go get some rest, I'm really fine.
Don't forget, I've sworn an oath."
When everyone thought of this, they looked at her again.
There was indeed no hatred in those sparkling eyes.
It's that nose... it's so ugly...
"Okay, let's go take a shower and go to bed."
After Quan Zhenguoyang finished speaking, he walked upstairs.
Zhen Qiaohui also arranged for someone to immediately prepare a face towel for Quan Jinrou and personally send her back to her room.
This time, both of them knew that there might be eavesdropping devices everywhere in the house, so no one said anything they shouldn't say.
In the master bedroom.
Quan Qiao took a cold shower in a bad mood and lay in bed feeling depressed.
Today is really not going well.
The man got angry with her.
Employees in the company are finding fault.
Qin Er is still stupid.
In the evening, Bai Lianhua came to annoy her again.
There is no doubt that after she came up, the family must have been caring and teaching Quan Jinrou in various ways.
Even though Quan Jinrou did so many evil things, they could still forgive her.
After all, she is his biological daughter whom he has lived with for eighteen years, unlike her, an outsider without any feelings.
If she had done those things, I'm afraid...
Quan Qiao scratched his hair anxiously, turned off the lights and forced himself to sleep.
The boundless night enveloped her little by little.
Gradually, the nightmare entangled her like a swamp.
Contempt, targeting, blood, the death of the mother, the sharp dagger, the black eyeballs rolling on the ground...
All the messy images came flooding back like a tide, almost making it hard for her to breathe.
Quan Qiao suddenly sat up from the bed, his forehead covered with sweat.
Outside, it was already daybreak.
The morning sun shines and the breeze is not dry.
The cherry blossoms outside are in full bloom, and when the wind blows, the petals float slowly in the air.
Some of them floated into the window with the wind and danced with the gauze curtains.
Quan Qiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a dark cold smile appeared on his lips.
This is the villa my mother once bought.
Everything here belongs to mother!
Having nightmares is good, as it reminds her of her past life at all times.
Now that Quan Jinrou is back again, the storm should be even more severe!
She got up, washed, and chose some clothes from the closet.
When she changed and went out, she felt a sore throat and a dizzy head.
He raised his hand to check his own pulse and forehead.
I have a fever.
Just 38.6 degrees.
Quan Qiao was used to it, so she ignored him, closed the door and left.
Quan Ran happened to come down from upstairs, wearing an apron.
He held a bowl of porridge in his hand and walked quickly towards Quan Qiao:
"Little girl, try it quickly. This is the stomach-nourishing porridge that the Michelin chef and I personally made for you!"
He only found out today that Quan Qiao didn't eat anything after get off work yesterday!
It just breaks my heart!
Quan Qiao took the porridge, drank two mouthfuls, and said indifferently: "Thank you."
Quan Ran frowned instantly.
Quan Qiao's voice was abnormal and a little hoarse!
And when he took the bowl, he could clearly feel that her body temperature was higher than usual!
As expected, Xiao Qiaoer has a fever!
sky!
Something big happened!
Quan Ran wanted to hold Quan Qiao back, but Quan Qiao had already gone downstairs indifferently.
He immediately took out his phone and sent a message to the family group:
"Attention! Emergency No. 1! Little Qiaoer has a fever!"
In order to ensure that everyone would see the message, he also sent a group message to all his aunts and uncles.
When sending a group message, I accidentally selected Fu Yi's phone number.
Hilton Hotel.
Fu Yi was taking a morning jog in the green area, his dignified face calm.
Suddenly, a text message popped up.
When he saw it, his brows immediately furrowed.
Quan Qiao has a fever?
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