Flash marriage ugly wife, madam has a bit too many vests

Mr. Qiao was speechless for a moment.

He found that every time Qiao Rui could piss him off.

But she still looked indifferent, he could only sulk, and it was useless to get angry.

Because he clearly felt that this girl didn't care at all.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Qiao Rui thought that the old man had died down, and said with a smile, "Grandpa, what I buy is my freedom. I don't spend your money, so you don't care."

"You!" Mr. Qiao's expression darkened. "You think I can't control you, so you just get mad at me, don't you?"

"Yes." Qiao Rui nodded. "It's true that you can't control me, but I didn't get angry with you casually. You are the one who loves to get angry."

"Your wings are stiff!" The old man sneered.

Jory nodded. "Yes, there is a popular saying in our village, that is, if I spend my own money, it is nonsense for anyone else to care about it."

"You spent Pei Liyan's money." The old man said in a deep voice, "Those used in the project will quickly reverse the situation."

"The others are mine." Qiao Rui said deliberately, "I want to spend some money on a car, and he won't mind."

What's more, she bought this car by herself, and the [-] million yuan has not been moved.

The old man shook his head angrily. "You really don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. If someone lends you [-] million yuan, you think that he treats you very well, and you put your nose on the face, don't you?"

"Grandpa, what you said is quite right. There are a lot of people who push their noses on their faces. Everyone wants to control me, just push their noses on their faces."

Mr. Qiao found that she would not give in to him a word. If he said a word, she would have ten words waiting.

And he had absolutely no power to resist.

Mr. Qiao didn't want to say any more.

He sighed, and said in a deep voice, "I don't have the same knowledge as you."

Qiao Rui smiled. The old man wanted to educate her this time, but she was unwilling.

When she doesn't want to, she does her part.

"Come with me!" The old man ordered to the housekeeper, "Don't bother other people without my order."

"Yes!" The butler nodded immediately. "Don't worry, I will guard the door."

Qiao Rui glanced at Gu Yin, nodded slightly, and followed the old man into the house.

Gu Yin was waiting outside, she heard the young master's words just now, and choked the old man enough.

The young master is still so eloquent, but it is very enjoyable.

Why should the old man educate the young master?

After leaving her in the countryside for so many years, he is not qualified to educate the young master.

inside the house.

Mr. Qiao walked in front, and Qiao Rui followed closely behind.

The grandfather did not sit down on the sofa, but went straight to the stairs to the second floor.

Qiao Rui followed.

At the door of the study, the old man opened the door and said to Qiao Rui, "Come in, and lock the door."

"Oh." Qiao Rui closed the door.

After the old man entered, he turned his back to Qiao Rui and walked towards the safe, as if entering the password.

Qiao Rui took a look and was sure she was entering the password.

She waited patiently.

The old man turned his head and glanced at her, as if to make sure she was peeking.

Qiao Rui looked at him and chuckled. "I'm not interested in the password of your safe, I just want to know where my brother is!"

The old man glanced at her again, and took out a yellowed paper bag from it.

Qiao Rui froze for a moment.

The old man didn't lock the safe, took out another photo album, and walked to the desk.

He said to Qiao Rui: "Pull up a chair and sit down."

Qiao Rui immediately moved a chair, walked over, and sat down opposite the old man.

The old man opened the yellowed paper bag, and handed over a dozen yellowed photos to Qiao Rui.

Qiao Rui took a look, her eyes widened.

The old man had a sad face.

When Qiao Rui saw the photo, it was not an ordinary photo at all, but a photo of a dead body.

It was a photo of a crime scene.

A five or six-year-old boy was tied behind his back, his fingers had no fingernails, his face was unrecognizable, and his body was covered in stains, as if he had fallen into some kind of muddy quagmire.

He was lying on the ground, unable to see his face, but he felt terrible just by looking at it.

Qiao Rui looked at the first photo and then at the second.

This one is a close-up of the boy's face. One face is rotten, the eyes are sunken, blocked by dirt, and the whole face is highly decayed.

And his head seemed to be dented with a hole, and it was also covered with dirt.

Such a situation made Qiao Rui feel sick and sad.

The next photo is a septic tank.

Yes, it can be seen that it is a septic tank, and there is a mass of sludge under the wellhead of the sewer.

That's a septic tank, it can be felt.

The shoes were thrown aside, and they were also stained with dirt.

Next, a hammer.

Looking at the whole set of photos, it is a crime scene.

It can be speculated that this little boy was hit on the head with a hammer, and was thrown into the sewer with his back tied and rushed into the septic tank. Maybe he was not dead at the time, but he struggled in it and cut off his fingernails. be saved.

She raised her head and looked at the old man, and found that the old man's face was sad.

Those eyes, staring at the photos she just looked at, were heartbreak that Qiao Rui had never seen before.

Qiao Rui was taken aback that the old man would show such an expression.

"Grandpa!" She finally spoke, but found that her voice was hoarse.

Mr. Qiao raised his eyes, as if he was still in shock from a kind of sadness, but was forcibly pulled back to reality.

He met Qiao Rui's eyes, and there was helplessness and sadness in his eyes, as if he was helpless, but he didn't want to think about it.

"Grandpa." Qiao Rui spoke again. "Who is this?"

The old man suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden. "They all said it was your brother."

"All?" Qiao Rui was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, shaking her head. "No, it's definitely not my brother."

All her hope is to find her brother, and she has worked so hard for this for so many years.

God knows how hard she worked, how hard she worked, just to find her brother.

But now, the old man actually showed her such photos. It is absolutely impossible to use a set of photos of the crime scene to pass himself off.

"I don't think so either." The old man said: "If you can find my only grandson, I will give all of the Qiao family to you brothers and sisters."

Qiao Rui frowned: "Who wants your mess."

Mr. Qiao smiled wryly. "Yeah, you are a rich wife now, and you don't like our Qiao family anymore, but if your brother is alive, all of this belongs to him, and no one can fight for it. He is my only grandson, the only male who continues blood."

Qiao Rui frowned, and looked at the photo again. Although she felt sad and heartbroken seeing such a child being killed, it was not the pain of losing a loved one.

She didn't believe it was her brother, it must not be.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Qiao Rui said in a deep voice.