Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
She secretly sized up this person. When she saw him take out a check and pass it to her, she said, “please tell me about he lanjin’s character and sometimes her situation. ”
“Who exactly are you? ” He ruoxue continued to ask.
When that person saw this, he said to her, “I’m not a bad person. It’s just that someone wants to understand her situation. ”
“Actually, Ah Jin is a very kind person. Although she often fights, she doesn’t have any ill intentions. It’s all those men who pester her, that’s why she has so many boyfriends. But she was forced to do so. Those stinky hooligans, I… ”
As she spoke, she choked on her sobs. She peeked at that person and noticed that his expression was a little Pale, but she still listened to her.
No matter who the other party was, since he lanjin could be tarnished, how could she let go of this opportunity?
“thank you. ” After he finished listening, he stood up and handed the check to he ruoxue, then turned around and left in large strides.
After receiving the check, he ruoxue’s smile rose. She watched his departing figure and sneered, “you better be a reporter and expose he lanjin. Otherwise, you’ll waste my saliva. ”
After that person left the ward, he went downstairs alone and entered a private room in a teahouse diagonally across the hospital.
“Old sir, this is a recording pen. ” He handed the pen over.
Qiao zhenting drank his tea and took the recording pen. Hearing he ruoxue’s words, he grabbed the pen with all his might and snapped it with a snap. Then, he fell to the ground.
“Old sir, please calm down. ” Seeing this, that person hurriedly said.
Qiao zhenting sat there, his aged face burning with anger. He grabbed the corner of the table with all his might and said coldly, “you actually dare to lie to me? ”
That person knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe loudly.
“Give me her information, ” Qiao Zhenting said coldly.
That person hurriedly handed the information over. Qiao zhenting took the information and flipped through it, saying, “she graduated from a Military Academy at the age of 22, and now she’s 23, yet she’s accomplished nothing. ”
“Old sir, if he lanjin really did have more than a dozen boyfriends, I’m afraid she lied to young master. What should we do? ” That person said in a low voice.
Qiao zhenting sat there, quietly closing his eyes and resting his mind, not saying another word.
As time passed, he said, “have you investigated her background? ”
“He Lanjin’s background has been checked more than a dozen times, and it’s confirmed to be correct, ” that person said.
“PA! ” Qiao zhenting listened. He slammed the table and stared coldly at him. “I’m talking about her sister. ”
“I’ll go investigate immediately. ” The person listened and immediately stood up and walked out, leaving Qiao zhenting alone in the private room. No one knew what he was thinking.
He looked at the broken recording pen. After a long time, he said, “are you still not coming out? ”
“Nan Feng, come out. ” As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao zhenting pointed out his name and coldly said before the other party came out.
In the dark, Nan Feng silently walked out and respectfully said, “master. ”
“What did you eavesdrop on? ” Qiao zhenting asked.
Nan Feng felt a chill behind his back and silently said, “I heard everything. ”
He silently rubbed his fists. If it weren’t for Qiao Hanye warning him not to hit the old man, he would have knocked Qiao zhenting unconscious and secretly sent him back to the Qiao residence.
“My Qiao family will never allow people with bad morals to enter the family, ” Qiao Zhenting said.
Nan Feng listened and was so angry that he turned around and left. When he closed the door, he said, “Young Madam is a good person. ”
“Nan I, come back here, cough cough, ” Qiao zhenting said. Seeing Nan Feng Slam the door and leave, his old face was livid with anger.
Ever since they arrived in Jiang city, whether it was Qiao Hanye or Nan Feng, they were completely brainwashed by he lanjin.
He Lanjin, he family… He Lan Qiao zhenting narrowed his black eyes. His old hand held the teacup and crushed it forcefully, allowing the boiling tea to burn his hand …
