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Chapter 691 Text messages on the phone (41)

After saying that, Qiao's mother turned her head and patted Qiao An's shoulder comfortably: "Don't be afraid of Qiao Qiao, uncle and aunt are here, I want to see what she wants!"

"If it weren't for her little slutty, who else could there be!" Han Ruchu seemed to have lost her rationality at this time.

Qiao's mother was completely anxious when Han Ruchu scolded her "Little-small-man": "Han Ruchu, can you put your mouth cleaner? Who do you think is Little-small-man?"

"Let me tell you, even if Qiao Qiao plays this recording, what can you do? If you do things that are unreasonable, are you still afraid of being known? Do you think our Qiao family is easy to bully?"

The quarrel between Qiao's mother and Han Ruchu attracted many people around to watch.

Xu Wanli had already stood up from his seat, walked over, and said to Father Qiao: "Look, so many people are watching, can there be something wrong? Let's talk about it when we go back?"

Although Qiao's mother is usually gentle and gentle, everything is up to Qiao's father, but sometimes, if she doesn't want to regress, Qiao's father will not dare to provoke her.

What's more, the one who is close to Qiao An is Qiao's father, not Qiao's mother. His wife protects his niece like this. He has the nerve to stand up and sabotage him, so he naturally looked at Qiao's mother without saying a word.

Qiao's mother shouted, "What are you going to go back! Let me tell you, from now on, the Qiao family and the Xu family have no gratitude and no relations in the future! You bully our girls for such a reason, you think that our Qiao family is all vegetarian! If you slapped others in the face, you have to make others kneel down and lick them, thinking beautifully!"

Qiao An, who was originally in tears, almost couldn't help laughing when she heard the second half of her aunt's words.

I really didn't expect that my aunt, who was just playing cards at work, could even speak online language.

"You really think that your girl is a good girl. Just say this little bitch. Is she worthy of our Jiamu?" Han Ruchu suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Qiao Anhao: "Her child deserves to die because of her child..."

"Enough!" Xu Jiamu, who seemed to know what his mother was going to say next, had always been quiet and silent. Suddenly, he shouted rudely, interrupting Han Ruchu's words. Then he stood up suddenly and grabbed Han Ruchu's arm: "Have you made enough trouble? Isn't it embarrassing enough, right?"

As Xu Jiamu finished speaking, he pulled his mother directly and walked out the door with a resentful look on his face.

When he passed by Qiao Anhao, his steps paused slightly. He wanted to raise his head and look at Qiao Anhao and say sorry to her, but he had no face to raise his head. Finally, he paused for a second and pulled his mother straight over.

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Xu Jiamu grabbed Han Ruchu and walked out of the "Beijing Meeting", ignoring the slightest "Jiamu, let go of your mother" as she kept saying, and walked to the Xu family's car before stopping.

The butler sitting in the car saw this posture and quickly got out of the car: "Madam, young master, what's wrong?"

Xu Jiamu ignored the butler at all, opened the car door and stuffed Han Ruchu into it, and then said, "Go home!"

Then he suddenly closed the car door.

Han Ruchu hurriedly opened the car door: "Jiamu, where are you going? Aren't you going home with your mother?"
Chapter completed!
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