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Chapter 13 of 1281

Chapter 13: I am really wronged

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Duan Shuyuan's voice was settled, and a palpable coercion spread in the living

room.

From the big brother Li Jun.

Li Jun squinted his eyes, his eyes deep with chills, "In that case, Shanglu

didn't put our Li family in his eyes at all!"

Hearing this, Li Yan, who was eager to express himself, immediately nodded,

"Big brother is right, I think Shanglu just has to do it."

Li Jun glanced at him coolly, and added self-consciously: "I have checked

Shanglu's resume over the years. The background is very clean, at least in

terms of the relationship between men and women.

This marriage has been going on for some years. He didn't retreat early or

late. Why did Qiao Qiao return on the eve of graduation? ! "

Duan Shuyuan rubbed her round nails with a sneer, "Didn't it mean that he will

visit the house tomorrow? If you can't give a reasonable reason, this will not

be over."

In order to support Li Qiao, the family sat in the living room racking their

brains thinking about countermeasures.

At this moment, Li Qiao, who had been silent for a long time, changed to a

more lazy posture, lying on the sofa and said unhurriedly, "I agree to

resign."

Li Guangming and others looked sideways in an instant.

Duan Shuyuan caressed Li Qiao's head distressedly, "Baby, is it true?"

Objectively speaking, the stinky boy from Shanglu, no matter his origin or

background, is a perfect match for Qiaoqiao.

What's more, this marriage...

At the same time, Li Guangming also confounded: "Pretty, Dad knows you feel

uncomfortable, but..."

Halfway through the conversation, he hesitated to speak but stopped.

In fact, Li Qiao has never caught a cold with this baby.

But the attitude of her parents at this moment again confirmed her suspicion,

and the baby's origin is very problematic.

Li Qiao leaned on the armrest of the sofa, holding half of her face, watching

the subtle changes in the expressions of the two parents, and faintly curled

her lips: "Since they have proposed to withdraw from their relatives, let's

withdraw. I have no opinion."

Second brother Li Yan asked with sullen anger: "Is it too cheap for him to

return it like this?"

Li Qiao met Li Yan's gaze with an innocent look, and nodded carelessly,

"Maybe, but I am really wronged."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Li family immediately geared up,

intending to give Shanglu countless scorn.

Merchant Xiaolu, let's take a look!

...

Two hours later, when the evening came, Xiao San Li Cheng also rushed back.

The border businessman was dressed in iron and cold, with a black windbreaker

on his shoulders. The moment he stepped into the living room, even the

surrounding air seemed to become muddy and bloody.

The three sons of the Li family have their own abilities.

If the boss Li Jun is a decent senior Nanyang official, and the second child

Li Yan is an art giant with bronze hands, then the third child Li Cheng is a

cold-blooded merchant on the verge of death.

In Li's family, Li Qiao is the closest to his third brother.

At this time, Li Cheng strode to the third floor of the villa, standing in

front of Li Qiao's bedroom door and knocking, "Qiao, it's me, third brother."

Li Cheng's voice was hoarse and tired, and it became more and more deep and

thick.

Outside the window, large expanses of burning clouds after the rain adorned

the sky like a dream. Li Qiao heard the knock on the door and closed the

computer easily.

Opening the door, Li Qiao looked at Li Cheng lazily, joking familiarly: "How

long have you not been home?"

Li Cheng walked into the bedroom along the gap in the room door, dragged the

computer chair and sat down drastically. The windbreaker slipped from his

shoulders, revealing the pistol he was pinned to his back waist. Right, what's

going on with Shanglu?!"

Li Qiao looked at the ceiling above her head, walked up to him a little bored,

and pulled the gun from his waist directly on the computer chair, and played

with it twice in her hand. "That's it, there's nothing to say. ."

I just started the article and I don’t get much more. The update tomorrow is

still in the evening...

(End of this chapter)