Qiao Yujun raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on her daughter Qiao Wei with some scrutiny, "Of course there is only one, why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
She knew that the thing on Chu Xiaochen's body must be a fake. How could she have the Qiao family's Panfeng pendant!
Qiao Wei yawned and her tone relaxed, "I saw Lin Xiangwan wearing a jade pendant before. It looks very similar to our Phoenix pendant, so I asked."
Qiao Yujun's waist suddenly straightened up, and her palms tightly grasped Qiao Wei's arm, "Do you really want to see Lin Xiangwan's Phoenix Pendant?"
"Mom!" Qiao Wei felt pain and pushed her arm away unhappily, "What are you doing? It hurts me so much."
With a concealed smile, Qiao Yujun patted her daughter's arm gently, "Mom didn't mean it. Tell mom, you saw Lin Xiangwan's jade pendant clearly. It's really very similar to the Phoenix Pendant in our house?"
Qiao Wei rubbed her arms, "It looks very similar. When I first saw it, I thought she had stolen something from our house..." At this point, she suddenly looked at her mother in confusion, "You are so nervous.
Why, isn’t our Phoenix Pendant lost?”
Qiao Yujun quickly relaxed her face and said, "How could it be? I'm just worried that our products will be copied by others. As the saying goes, things are more valuable when they are rare, and they are worthless if they are too much."
As she said this, there was something strange in her eyes that she couldn't hide.
Qiao Wei picked up the juice on the small table and took a sip, "Don't worry, no matter how real it is, it's just fake, it won't be real."
Without continuing the topic, Qiao Yujun also went to get her tea cup from the table. Seeing the scar on Qiao Wei's left hand, she held her daughter's palm with concern, "How did you get this hand?"
There were two obvious marks on the palm of Qiao Wei's left hand, covered with dark red blood scabs.
Qiao Wei hurriedly took her palm out of her hand, pulled her sleeve down and covered her hand, "It's okay, I accidentally injured it while filming."
"You!" Qiao Yujun put the tea on the table and scolded, "What's wrong with you? You have to be an actor. It's tiring, hard and dangerous. Don't you find a substitute for those martial arts scenes? You have to do it yourself?
"
Qiao Wei curled her lips, "Do you think I am willing, just to please Luo Jun?"
Looking at her daughter with raised eyebrows, Qiao Yujun solemnly looked on her face, stretched out her palm and patted the back of her hand, and said seriously, "Xiaowei, mommy must remind you that as for men, just like them.
Don’t play with true love, love to death, and in the end we women will always be hurt.”
Qiao Wei stuck out her tongue, "What about dad?"
Qiao's father was from an ordinary background, but with her mother's strong character, she chose such a man. Qiao Wei could not think of any other possibility besides believing that the two parties were in true love.
Qiao Yujun leaned on the sofa holding the teacup, "In a few days, it will be your grandfather's birthday. You also invite Luo Jun to come with you. I will arrange for reporters to take some photos for you and hype it up. There has been something going on in the Qiao family recently.
We need to start new projects by leveraging the momentum of the Leng family."
Qiao Wei doesn't want to invite Luo Jun, but that guy, will he come?
Qiao Wei lightly clasped the glass in her hand and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm afraid he won't come."
Some displeasure rose on Qiao Yujun's face, "You look down on our Qiao family too much. Although we are not as close as the Leng family, I'm afraid no one will not come if you send this invitation out, right?"
