Fake daughters are wealthy

She didn't speak too loudly.

But the aura around him is terrifying!

Coward panic!

Xu Xu's chest tightened for no reason, he held his breath, and said desperately: "I just want to see what kind of friend the classmate in our school's Xueba class can invite to celebrate my birthday. Can't I be curious?" ?”

"Banhua, let's take a look."

Qiao Chen is a high school belle.

Qiao Nian is the class flower.

She took this disgusting person on purpose.

In fact, in terms of beauty alone, anyone with long eyes can tell who is the most beautiful of the two, but sometimes this thing is unfair.

"Her grandma's legs!" Jiang Tingting had a mixed personality and couldn't bear to listen anymore. She rolled up her sleeves and asked Qiao Nian, "Sister Nian, do you mind fighting on your birthday?"

Qiao is angry at this bastard, his mother can't take it anymore!

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes, her dark pupils were full of sass, and smiled: "Well, I don't mind."

Ye Qichen and the others have already set off, and letting five-year-old children see gang fights is not conducive to the healthy growth of children.

That's what she thought, if Gu San was here, she would definitely not be able to resist breaking the news that the young ancestor of the Ye family went up to the tree to dig out bird eggs when he was three years old, and at the age of four he had already learned to gather the children in the yard to fight nearby. There is no child of the same age that my ancestors have not beaten, let alone the same age, he himself is only a five-year-old Xiaodouding, and he beat out two front teeth of an 8-year-old boy in the second grade of elementary school, and his mouth was full of blood , begging for mercy...

The glorious deeds are too numerous to count.

Qiao Nian didn't know about the glorious deeds of Little Baozi in Beijing, when the phone vibrated.

She glanced at the calling number.

Aunt Yuan.

Raising the corners of his eyes, he said to Shen Qingqing and the others in a deep voice, "Someone is here."

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Everyone looked out of Shuixiexuan together.

At this moment, the door of the last car among the three cars that came before opened.

A strong woman in a professional dress with her hair in a neat bun got out of the car.

"President Yuan?!"

Qiao Weimin was not in the mood to watch the children quarreling. He originally wanted to call the security guard over to pull the classmate that Qiao Chen had invited, but who knew that when he turned around, he saw an unexpected person getting off the car.

Since Chengfeng Group has cut off cooperation with them.

The life of Qiao's real estate is getting worse day by day.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, many partners ran away one after another.

The company suffered heavy losses, and the capital chain was almost broken.

Don't look at the fact that they made a big fuss about Qiao Chen's birthday party today, it looked lively and invited many people.

In fact, many people were invited by them licking their faces.

There is only one person he really wants to invite—Yuan Yongqin, the boss of Chengfeng Group!

The day before yesterday, he personally went to Chengfeng Group, and as expected, he was blocked from the door again. He didn't give up at that time, so he called Su Mo to come down. Su Mo, tell Su Mo to hand over to Yuan Yongqin.

Now that people are here, it means that Chengfeng Group is still willing to sell their face...

This is great news!

Qiao Weimin was like a spring breeze, and immediately greeted him: "Mr. Yuan, you are here. Thank you very much. I heard Secretary Su say that you have an important appointment today. I thought you would not come, but I didn't expect you to take the time to come in person I am so honored to be born to my little girl, He Sheng!"

After all, he was the boss of a listed company, his posture of stooping and stooping was so obvious that Mrs. Fu and the others frowned.

They all looked down on his behavior.