In a simple apartment with two bedrooms and one living room.
Xiaoruo went to art school, and Li Xiangxue was the only one left in the living room. Li Xiangxue was Aunt Xue, Chu Qiao's stepmother.
She turned on the TV and her eyes occasionally drifted to the programs on the TV, but most of her energy was put on the sweater she was knitting in her hands. Xiao Ruo was her darling, compared to the one who could only eat and not know how to
Chu Qiao, who makes money so well, has gone to who knows where?
Although she didn't have much money, she put all her efforts into cultivating Xiaoruo. Since she was a child, she had Xiaoruo learn to dance ballet. With her slim figure, beautiful face, and elegant figure, she likes to imagine Xiaoruo in the world.
Standing on tiptoes and dancing to Swan Lake on the stage, it must be so beautiful! Xiao Ruo also lived up to his expectations and was admitted to the best dance academy in the country...
Compared to Chu Qiao, Xiao Ruo, this younger sister, far surpasses her as her elder sister!
Thinking about it, Li Xiangxue couldn't help but reveal a proud and mocking smile. Xiao Ruo is her biological daughter, how can she not be outstanding?
"Yesterday afternoon, the Meng Group, one of the largest consortiums in the country, held a press conference for the second phase of Jinxuan Real Estate. It attracted many tycoons from the real estate and business circles. It can be said to be eye-catching. And the selling price per square meter
It's as high as six figures, which is jaw-dropping. Next, please read the report brought back by our reporter from the front."
When Li Xiangxue heard the six-digit price per square meter, she subconsciously raised her head and curled her lips. This is really a house only rich people can live in! She looked at the house she lived in, and felt very uncomfortable. This
We are all human beings, why are there such big differences?
"Some people say that Jinxuan may be a house, with only steel bars, cement, and wood... It may not be warm to say this. I want to say that Jinxuan's house can be a home. A fat and honest gentleman, a beautiful and virtuous wife,
A smart and cute child and a lazy dog can also be a beautiful picture. They cook together in the house, eat together, watch TV together, and do many things together...the house is warm
, my heart is also warm.”
Li Xiangxue looked at the picture on the TV, her mouth opened a little bit, and she stared at the speaker intently.
Isn't that person Chu Qiao?
Humph... Even though she had nice makeup on her face and a valuable dress on her body, Li Xiangxue still recognized the person as Chu Qiao at a glance! Why is she here? How could she become a member of the Meng Group?
Where is the spokesperson?
There were many questions in her mind.
After the news about Jinxuan Real Estate was broadcast on TV, a large advertisement was inserted.
Li Xiangxue watched TV, but she had no idea what product these advertisements were for? The scene of Chu Qiao talking was still stuck in her mind. Chu Qiao's father needed a kidney transplant. Did she really listen to her words and seduce her?
The big boss of the consortium?
Originally, when she said this, she thought she was just going to catch the boss of a small company worth one million yuan? Who would have expected that she would actually be the boss of a company with assets worth hundreds of millions? Tsk, tsk, tsk, but she underestimated her!
However, now that Chu Qiao has successfully ascended to the throne, how can she forget her stepmother? You know, she has been her stepmother for almost ten years, and she has worked hard without any credit? How can she not support her stepmother?
She put down the sweater in her hand, pursed her lips tightly, and raised a smile. She would not let go of this tender little sheep!
*In the hospital ward.
Meng Yanxi considerately put a pillow behind Chu Qiao's back so that she could sit up: "I bought white porridge and meat floss... Come, eat some! Only after you finish eating will you feel energetic."
Chu Qiao nodded: "Thank you!"
"That's right!" Meng Yanxi stretched out her hand and smoothed the messy hair on Chu Qiao's forehead: "In front of me, you don't have to say thank you!" He stretched out his hand and put the porridge he bought into the microwave.
It's getting hot in here. This is a private hospital, so the facilities in the ward are basically all available.
Chu Qiao's clear eyes flickered, he was Meng Yanxi, what about Yanchen?
During this period, she woke up several times, but never saw Meng Yanchen. His words "I don't believe you", even if it was a day later, still made her heart feel slightly bitter and bitter when she thought about it.
Wronged.
"Ding……"
Meng Yanxi opened the microwave, took out the porridge, and walked to Chu Qiao.
There were curls of smoke floating on the white porridge, spreading bit by bit in the air. Along with the mist, there was also a faint scent of porridge and rice.
Chu Qiao received nutritional injections and antibiotics, and her health was much better. However, one hand was wrapped in gauze and the other was still receiving an intravenous drip, so she could only look at Meng Yanxi helplessly.
"Let me feed you!" Looking at her slightly sad face, the corners of Meng Yanxi's mouth raised. How many women would beg to be fed by him, but this little girl Chu Qiao still frowned like this?
She looked reluctant in every possible way. If she could move freely, he believed that she would never let him feed her.
Meng Yanxi used a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of white porridge, put it to her lips and blew gently before placing it on Chu Qiao's mouth.
"Be good! Open your mouth..." Meng Yanxi's voice was soft but magnetic, as if she was coaxing a child.
Originally, she was troublesome for others. Although Chu Qiao felt that his words felt weird, she didn't say anything. She just opened her mouth obediently and ate the porridge. The porridge was not hot, but the temperature was just right, warm and flat.
Every cell in your stomach.
Chu Qiao's eyes fell on Meng Yanxi's phoenix eyes. There was no chill in his phoenix eyes, only endless tenderness, which made her indulge in it bit by bit. After eating one bite after another for a long time, the porridge in the small bowl was finally ready.
Bottomed out.
Chu Qiao didn't eat well, and there was a grain of porridge on the corner of her lips. It was very cute. Meng Yanxi's heart gradually started to feel uneasy, and her throat couldn't help but feel dry.
"There's something at the corner of your lip..." The voice seemed a little hoarse.
Chu Qiao was stunned. Before she could react, she felt warm breath gently brushing against her cheek, and the tip of his tongue gently brushed the corners of her lips. Her face suddenly changed.
It turned red, making the originally pale face look more energetic.
"You...I have pneumonia?" Chu Qiao pointed at herself and then at Meng Yanxi. How could he make such an intimate gesture? She looked at him in panic.
However, Meng Yanxi smiled harmlessly, biting the porridge particles in her mouth that were stuck to the corners of her lips, and said with a smile: "Are you concerned about me? Don't worry, you have acute pneumonia and will not be contagious!
"
"Then you...can't be like this..." Chu Qiao's voice became lower and lower, and the sound behind her sounded like a mosquito. She knew that it was the cold wind that night when she stood outside the villa that caused her illness.