Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Big Shot
Chapter 1117

Demonic Lord, A Little Ruthless (4)

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"Okay, okay, you are tired. Go back and rest soon."

Today's Su Qiao gives the old man an unusually different feeling.

The old man really had no choice but to take advantage of his remaining breath to plead with Su Qiao to treat his son and grandson better in the future.

I just didn't expect it...

Although Su Qiao did not harm his father, Qi Jinghe still looked a little unhappy.

"Why is she tired?"

How can someone who is idle all day long and doesn't even know how to help a broom fall on the floor get tired?

Are you tired of playing?

Old Man Liu's face turned cold. "Jing He, what did dad teach you?

How could you be so rude to Husband Master? Why don't you apologize to you Husband Master quickly? "

No matter what, as long as Su Qiao changes a little bit and can be a little better to the father and son, they should all be grateful.

Qi Jinghe snorted coldly and turned his head.

"Well, no need, I'm leaving first." Su Qiao quickly waved his hand and walked out the door.

When passing by the little guy, I saw him shrinking into the corner with fear on his face.

Su Qiao paused slightly, sighed inwardly, and went straight out of the room.

At Xiaosi's reminder, after going to his room on the right, he lowered his shoulders and sat on the simple wooden bed to sort out his memories.

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"Dad, why are you so polite to her?"

"If it weren't for her, would our family be like this? Could we be forced into this?"

After Su Qiao left, Qi Jinghe no longer suppressed his disgust and hatred.

"Grandpa, drink tea. It's hot."

Qi Yue, a small man, held a tea bowl in his hands very sensibly and walked to the bedside carefully.

Old Man Liu took it happily, with kind eyes. "Xiao Yue is so good."

Leaning on the bedside, he took two sips of warm tea to suppress the itching in his throat.

Old Man Liu sighed, "Jing He, this world is difficult, and it is even more difficult for us men. You have to be patient, understand?"

"Dad, if I had known earlier..."

Qi Jinghe A trace of deep regret flashed in his cold eyes.

"If we hadn't brought this disaster in, we wouldn't have had such a difficult time."

Old Man Liu rubbed his sore temples and sighed heavily:

"Oh, our family, without a woman to stand up to us, can be bullied by anyone in the village."

"My dad is already old. He left at some point. How can you let dad feel relieved if you and Xiao Yue are left behind?"

"Besides, my father was also thinking at the time that her mother is such a powerful person. No matter how ignorant she is, she can still go hunting. At least you and your son will not be hungry in the future, but he didn't expect..."

I didn't expect that the person was married into a wife, but she didn't look like a person living life at all.

Instead of doing nothing, they ransacked the house.

He also went around with the two gangsters in the village, stealing, eating, drinking, gambling, and even going whoring.

Thinking of the past two years, he looked at his son and grandson apologetically. "Oh, it's my father's fault for harming you."

After a pause, he frowned again Underground Passage: "Actually, it's not her fault. You were... Xiao Yue..."

When my son was eighteen, just the age when he wanted to get married, something like that happened to him and he gave birth to a child.

Which girl would marry someone like him?

Da Qiao's mother didn't mind. Not only did she let Da Qiao marry Jing He, but she was also willing to marry Jing He. Of course he agreed.

Thinking, at least my son will have someone to rely on in the future.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

The old man did not want to mention these things again and make his son feel uncomfortable.

"If I knew who that person was, I would never let her go."

Qi Jinghe's handsome and graceful face was now looking ferocious, and his peach blossom eyes that should have been sentimental were filled with murderous intent.

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