Chapter 1009: Qi Rou Qi Rou (1)

Although they couldn't speak clearly, they could still hear it.
His, everything is his.
"Baby, your father didn't sign it, this is no money." Shui Anluo squatted, reached out and held a corner of the contract, and wanted to grab him.
No money?
The baby turned with big eyes and looked up at his dad.
The little hand flicked and lost the file.
He doesn't want money.
Shui Anluo: "..."
Is it really good for you, son?
The baby lost the file, climbed up hard, and hugged Daddy's thigh directly.
Shui Anluo: "..."
Chu Qiyi raised her eyebrows slightly, took over the documents picked up by Uncle Chu, and signed after reading. The son took the most valuable one, but he would take it.
Uncle Chu got the documents and left.
Chu Cuiyi lowered her head and hugged the baby. "Look, you're not as good as your son." They knew who had the money.
"His fortune tells me that the festival is high." Shui Anluo snorted.
Chu Cuiyi looked at her up and down, as if to say: What about her face? What about the face?
Early the next morning.
When Qiao Yaruan and his parents settled in, the weather was not so good and the haze was severe.
Father Qiao's health is not good, so Qiao Yaruan drives now, and this time is no exception.
Qiao Yaruan was a little nervous, so he didn't speak all the way.
Father Joe and Mother held both hands together, and the mood was a little heavy, so the car was quiet.
The old couple lived in a villa area outside the fifth ring road, and the air was better there.
Qiao Yaruan was nervous all the way to what to say there. Last night she contacted An Fengyang, An Fengyang said to her parents, let them go first, and he came later.
The Qiao family villa is a detached house. There are only five houses in the community, which are said to be acquaintances.
Qiao's is the third building.
When Qiao Yaruan got out of the car, a noble woman stood at the door of the villa.
Qiao Yaruan paused and watched the woman froze.
A woman is beautiful, just as beautiful as the older sister who kept her.
Father Joe's mother got out of the car, and Mother Joe's eyes were red when she saw the woman.
"Mrs. Ann," Mother Qiao whispered.
The woman nodded slightly, but her eyes fell on Qiao Yaruan all the time.
"You're the kid, it's so big in a blink of an eye," Anmu said softly as she stepped down the steps.
Qiao Yaruan tried to call an aunt, but his throat hurt a lot.
"Come in, Lao An knows you're coming, and you have to cook early." She said, pulling Qiao Yaruan into the house.
Father Joe and Mother looked at each other and followed in.
Anjia's decoration is very exquisite. It can be seen that Mrs. An personally arranged it.
In the kitchen, a middle-aged man is cooking with an apron, and there is no servant at home.
The mother took Qiao Yaruan to sit down on the sofa and looked at her seriously. "It looks so good."
Father Joe and Mother looked at each other, but they didn't feel right.
Qiao Yaruan's heart became more uncomfortable, "Aunt—"
"Your story was told to me by Feng Yang last night. What happened to Qi Rou has nothing to do with you. It should have been made clear to you, and you shouldn't be held to blame for so many years." Anmu said, red Eyes.
"No, Sister Qi Rou is here to save me." Qiao Yaruan was here, stomping all her temper, she was a guilty person.
"In fact, our death is not directly related to you. She is--"
"Any guests?"
Before Mrs. An had finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded.