Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

After Qiao Fengnian went upstairs to rest, Qiao Yanxun and others drove away, and the two came to the living room to sit down.

Far away, I only saw a few servants cleaning.

Mrs. Qiao stood up to prepare tea for Qiao Yanze, but was stopped by Qiao Yanze.

"You sit, I'll be fine." He said lightly, pouring a glass of water and putting it in front of Mrs. Joe.

Mrs. Qiao took a complicated look. She took the glass to her lips and took a sip, then paused and put down the glass, trying to squeeze out a smile: "Yanze, what are you going to ask me?"

Qiao Yanze seemed to recover from his contemplation. He raised his eyes: "Let's talk first."

Mrs. Joe hesitated, "I didn't tell you dad..."

Qiao Yanze raised an eyebrow.

"He recently paid close attention to the letter of intent that he and Yunshi Group were talking about...he also contacted Yunshi himself, and Yunshi seemed to intend to let you be his son-in-law..."Ms. Qiao finally spoke, "Yan Ze, I still hope you think about it. You are still young. When you reach a certain age, you will certainly regret it. By then, there will be no marriage partners like Miss Yunjia..."

Qiao Yanze chuckled softly.

Mrs. Qiao choked at once.

After a pause, she said stiffly: "I can... apologize to her and ask her to forgive me, as long as you don't be so stubborn."

"You still don't have to force it." Qiao Yanze's tone was a little lighter. "If there is no sincerity, then it's not an apology, but a block.

"That won't work, that won't work either, what the **** do you want me to do?" Madam Qiao still couldn't hold her temper, and her voice was a little bit irritated and corrupted. "Still, I'm satisfied if I die? "

"Mom." Qiao Yanze closed his eyes, and his voice was a bit dumb. "You don't have to do anything. In addition, I hope you can understand that I'm not going to marry another woman and have children, not for punishment. You, not even to threaten you. It's just my own decision, it has nothing to do with you."

Mrs. Qiao's breath was a little short, and she picked up the cup and drank the tea inside.

"Your dad won't agree. It's okay if you disobey him occasionally, but if you are still stubborn on some key issues, he is not likely to change his mind." She took a deep breath, "Don't forget, the company's shares It’s still in your father’s hands."

"If he has a better candidate, it is not impossible." Qiao Yanze laughed and leaned over to fill Mrs. Qiao with water.

Mrs. Qiao was choked with nothing to say.

"Now, it's my turn to ask you." Qiao Yanze glanced at her.

"What?" Mrs. Joe took the cup a little nervously.

"I remember you said that Wen Yan's death was your hands and feet." Qiao Yanze said quietly, "What the **** are you doing?"

Mrs. Qiao's face suddenly became very ugly.

She now regrets telling the story in a rage that day. But the words were already spoken, and she was useless even if she wanted to deny them.

"It happened more than 20 years ago, I remember." She shrugged off. "And I didn't really want her to die. I was just too angry that day, so I deliberately exaggerated."

"I checked, and the records showed that Wen Yan died of postpartum amniotic fluid embolism." Qiao Yanze looked at her momentarily. "Is this the case?"

Mrs. Qiao's face was pale.