Inexorably in Love

There are all kinds of treasures in this box, gold ingots, pearls, agate, coral, jade, and gems of various colors.

In short, there is everything you can think of but you can’t.

"How is it? Girl, do you like it?" Qiao Qingxiang looked proud.

"Like it, who wouldn't like this kind of thing?" Ping An walked over, reached out and took out a pure gold bead hairpin with rubies in it, and lightly inserted it between her hair, making the originally plain girl instantly expensive Full of air.

She picked another pearl necklace and put it on her neck, and took out two gemstone rings and put them on her hand.

Although she didn't have a particularly excited expression on her face, Qiao Qingxiang's movements made Qiao Qingxiang very happy, and she kept saying yes.

Afterwards, the atmosphere became much more harmonious. After Ping An knew that she had the identity of the daughter of Qiao Zhai's master, it was much easier for her to do things.

"Sister likes these, I have a lot of them, and I will send them all." Qiao Mengchen said very generously.

"Even if I like it again, there are so many things that can't be worn and spent, and it's useless to leave them. Keep them for yourself."

Ping An didn't want to take advantage of Qiao Mengchen, after all, this man was kind to her.

Qiao Qingxiang gave her daughter a yard close to here.

In the afternoon, I asked Ping An a lot of things. Ping An An said the truth without any concealment. She knew in her heart that her concealment would only make Qiao Qingxiang wary of herself and suspicious of herself. After all, with his strength, wanting to know her own situation is easy.

He is full of eyeliner in Kyoto.

In the evening, Qiao Qingxiang asked someone to set up a good banquet in his yard to pick up the wind for her, saying that three days later, all the villages would set up a water table to welcome their new lady.

Ping An did not refuse, letting him call the shots.

She probably knows a man like Qiao Qingxiang, you have to follow him to make him happier.

At the dinner, a group of women came and looked at these twenty-odd women in peace. The thick powdery smell made her sneeze.

Qiao Mengchen explained that she knew that these women were all Qiao Qingxiang’s wives...

This is too much.

"Then the father is your only son?" Ping An suddenly thought of something and looked at the man on the side.

"Yes, although my father has many women, I am the only son who has a very weak heir relationship." Qiao Mengchen explained in a low voice.

"..."

Ping An probably knows why Qiao Qingxiang insisted on retrieving the seeds of her who had been strayed outside. Such a big cottage had only one child, and it was too thin.

However, it is useless to find himself back, and he is not his biological child.

But this can't be said for the time being, and she will wait until she finishes what she wants to do.

These women all brought gifts, each holding one in their hands, and they looked at Ping An with enthusiasm. Why did they seem to be looking at a piece of Tang Seng meat?

Ping An was so uncomfortable to be smoked by these women.

Qiao Qingxiang's face sank, and the women dared not to be presumptuous anymore, and quickly put down their gifts and got up to leave.

When I left, I looked at Ping An with hope and reluctance.

Ping An was puzzled and looked at Qiao Mengchen.

"They probably want to raise you, but they think too much. You are the father's daughter and their master, and they are worthy too!" Qiao Mengchen glanced at the women contemptuously.