Zhao Qingyan smiled brilliantly, her eyes as beautiful as autumn water were lively and shining, "I ask the Buddha to bless you to make a good marriage as soon as possible, and the melons will last."

She said truthfully.

Qiao Junxi's mouth twitched. Her marriage was really fucked by her.

Before Qiao Junxi could express her thoughts, she heard Zhao Qingyan add, "Oh, by the way. One day, your wishes will come true, don't forget to fulfill your wish."

Qiao Junxi's expression was quite complicated. But soon he changed into a happy expression, "Okay. I'll call you at that time."

Zhao Qingyan's eyes showed a little doubt, "Call...what do you want to do?"

Qiao Junxi answered meticulously, "It was the blessing you prayed in front of the Buddha. Of course, you also want to thank the Buddha in person, right?"

Well... Zhao Qingyan was speechless for a moment.

What he said made such a reasonable point, she was speechless.

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Qiao Family House

There were just a few cherry trees planted in the yard, which was the season of blooming, and it was blooming freely and enthusiastically.

Suddenly a gust of night wind blew, and the cherry blossoms fell all over the yard, weaving a graceful rain of cherry blossoms in the night...

The old man likes quietness. Before the night is late, the Qiao family is peaceful.

It seems that they are peaceful, but since the old man called the third young master Qiao Junxi into the study and talked, many of his ears and ears were locked on the door of the study. It has been an hour of conversation.

"I heard from your mother that you want to marry that little girl from the Zhao family?"

Mr. Qiao sat behind the pear blossom wood desk. He was in his seventies, with white hair and countless wrinkles on his face showing his profound experience. Under his faint eyebrows, his eyes were clear. At this moment, he looked at Qiao Junxi expressionlessly.

Qiao Junxi's eyes became deeper and deeper when she heard this. She didn't expect her mother to tell the old man so impatiently. He had not had any trouble on his face, but he couldn't help but think about countermeasures in his heart.

He didn't want to use his marriage as a bargaining chip, and it was not easy to marry Zhao Xiaoqi.

With such a complicated family as the Qiao family, the Zhao family probably wouldn't want to marry their daughter into it.

"My mother did mention it, but Miss Zhao's seventh girl is still studying..."

Qiao Junxi was interrupted in the middle of her dialect, "I heard that she is studying for a graduate student. You can get engaged first!"

Qiao Changqing's words almost made his attitude clear. The old man took a sip of tea and continued to speak, "Jiao is not as deep as outsiders think. I hope that in the future, Zhao will become the help of Qiao and help Qiao overcome the difficulties. Only by marrying the girl from the Zhao family can I feel at ease to hand over Qiao to you."

The old man's words were almost a death order - only by marrying Zhao Xiaoqi can Qiao Junxi take power in the Qiao family with justification.

"You go back and think about it carefully. You should be clear about the methods of coaxing women. Just a spoiled girl is not a difficult task for you. I don't need to say more about how many famous young men want to marry women." Qiao Changqing's deep eyes were shrewd. His biggest wish for the rest of his life was to hope that Qiao could stand firm and go to a higher level under the impact of the current economic environment.

There is no doubt that marriage is a good strategy that will last forever.

Qiao Junxi sneered in her heart, the old man said it was wrong, Zhao Xiaoqi is not a spoiled girl.

His hand in his pocket accidentally touched the peace talisman. He remembered that Zhao Qingyan had tried his best to get married as soon as possible, and his frown stretched a little.

When leaving the old man's study room, Qiao Junxi vaguely heard a tiny sound of footsteps outside the study room fading, but no one was seen.
Chapter completed!