50. Mother is more valuable than son, so you can join the board of directors.
Chapter 50 50. Mother is more valuable than son, join the board of directors
Li Xiaoran said sarcastically: "Li Zecheng, you also know that Qiao An is pregnant and cannot work too hard. Then why are you calling her so late to harass her? She is already asleep. I want to contact her early tomorrow."
Li Zecheng was afraid that Qiao An and Huo Xiaoran would rekindle their old relationship, which would complicate the ownership of the child in Qiao An's belly. He shouted excitedly: "Li Xiaoran, it's so late, why are you and Qiao An still together?" "What do you think?"
"Li Xiaoran, if you dare to touch her, I'm not done with you."
"Nephew, your memory is not very good. Did you enter menopause early? Have you forgotten that I was the surgeon in charge of Qiao An after she fell from the building. I have dealt with her a long time ago."
Li Zecheng was so angry: "That's different. Tonight, you two are alone together, who knows what will happen?"
Li Xiaoran glanced at Father Qiao's room and scolded him in a low voice: "Li Zecheng, you are trying to judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. Father Qiao is in my house, and even if I have some thoughts about Qiao An, I dare not show it in front of my uncle.
What a mistake."
Li Zecheng said: "Who knows if you will take advantage of her father's sleep..."
Li Xiaoran was furious.
"Yes."
Huo Xiaoran was furious and directly hung up the phone on Li Lize.
Not long after, Li Xiaoran's doorbell rang.
Li Xiaoran stood up and opened the door.
Li Zecheng broke in and saw Li Xiaoran wearing a robe and pajamas with slightly messy hair, which vividly highlighted his laziness and dignity.
Not to mention women, Li Zecheng, who is also a handsome guy, is inexplicably jealous of such Li Xiaoran.
Then Li Zecheng saw Qiao An curled up on the sofa. Li Xiaoran covered her with a quilt very considerately, and a pair of grass-green Peggy slippers were placed next to the sofa.
Li Zecheng instantly understood what Li Xiaoran was thinking about Qiao An. He complained depressedly to Li Xiaoran: "Uncle, why do you have ladies' slippers at home?"
Li Xiaoran seemed to have been caught while catching a thief. His psychological quality was so strong that it was invincible. He looked magnanimous and said, "Didn't you say that my life style is corrupt? I often bring women home.
It’s normal to have women’s items at home when you spend the night.”
Li Zecheng was choked and speechless.
If there was anything about Li Xiaoran that he admired, it was definitely the mouth that was consecrated by the Buddha, and his ability to sophistry was completely overwhelming.
Even if he is clearly in the wrong, he can still confuse right and wrong and beat you to pieces.
Li Zecheng walked up to Qiao An and said to Qiao An so gently and kindly, "An An, I'll take you home."
Li Xiaoran glanced at the clock on the wall and Qiao An, who was curled up on the sofa, obviously sleepy but holding her eyes open.
Li Xiaoran said angrily: "Li Zecheng. If you want to be a nocturnal animal, don't drag us crazy with you. It's already late, and it's time for Qiao An and I to go to bed."
Li Zecheng persisted and said: "An'an, look at how simple my uncle's place is. You sleep on this sofa at night. What should you do if you catch a cold? Come home with me and I will take good care of you."
Li Xiaoran frowned and glanced at the home he had decorated by himself. Although the lines were simple and clear, the furnishings were complete, and there were green plants that Qiao An liked on the balcony.
Where is the simplicity?
"Li Zecheng, is your house inlaid with gold? Can you tell that my house is simple?"
Li Zecheng looked at his brother-in-law speechlessly, "You are really a talkative king, and you won't admit defeat at all."
Li Xiaoran said: "I'm afraid that your low cultural level and lack of expressive skills may mislead Qiao An about my home. Let me tell you, the decoration design style of my home is simple, not crude. Just the little ink in your belly, I
I suggest you go back and remake it."
Li Zecheng was extremely speechless.
"I am also an undergraduate student at a key university..."
"I bought it." Li Xiaoran revealed unceremoniously, "If your grandfather hadn't donated to the school, the school would have lowered your admission score."
Li Zecheng's face turned dark.
Qiao An sat up lazily, her cold eyes locked on Li Zecheng's face: "Li Zecheng, I will go back. But not now."
Li Xiaoran said: "Did you hear what Qiao An said? She asked you to go back, and she will go back when she wants to."
Li Zecheng glared at him: "I have to take my wife away today. I don't feel comfortable leaving her with you."
Li Xiaoran glanced back at the bedroom door and shouted at the top of her voice: "Uncle..."
Li Zecheng's face changed with fright, and he ran away in panic.
"An'an, then I'll pick you up tomorrow."
We need to find a few more people tomorrow. He thought to himself.
Li Xiaoran, this damn bastard, actually said what he was thinking directly: "Tomorrow, there is no need to bring bodyguards."
Li Zecheng left in despair.
Li Xiaoran sat next to Qiao An and asked her: "Do you really want to go back?"
The frost and snow in Qiao An's eyes were like thousands of feet of ice.
Li Zecheng and Wei Xin killed her beloved mother, and her hatred has never been relieved.
Qiao An must return to Li Zecheng. Her hatred and anger must turn Li Zecheng and Wei Xin into ashes.
Qiao An nodded.
Li Xiaoran was a little surprised by her choice. After the surprise, he felt very angry for her stupid decision.
He suddenly grasped Qiao An's hand in excitement and consoled her earnestly: "An An, listen to me, you and Li Zecheng have had too many unpleasant things happen, and no matter how good the relationship is, it has deteriorated. Cheating and betrayal have driven you to despair.
Jumping off a building, now that your aunt has been added to your life, are you sure you can forget the huge harm he has caused you and grow old with him without any distractions?"
Qiao An doesn't want to grow old with Li Zecheng, she just wants to die with Li Zecheng.
"Doctor Li, I think since he and I are holding hands, there is no reason to let go halfway. I will hold his hand and accompany him to the day of his death."
Even a smart person like Li Xiaoran didn't realize the coldness reflected in Qiao An's words.
He weakly let go of her hand and said with a frustrated look: "Do you really love him so much?"
Qiao An said nothing.
She knows very well that she doesn't love Li Zecheng.
She never loved him from the beginning to the end. What she loved from beginning to end was the ruthless and ruthless gentleman in front of her.
From the day she married Li Zecheng, she had felt awkward because Li Zecheng didn't look like Angel Sword. Now she knows that the reason why she felt awkward was because she loved Angel Sword, not the fake Li Zecheng.
Li Xiaoran was very upset, and with a bit of dejection, she begged: "An'an, divorce him. I'll take you away from this place of right and wrong, okay?"
