Sister-in-law Lian beckoned Wen Yi'an to the bedside, "Yi'an, you have to remember that Madame is kind to our Wen family, and you have to listen to the eldest lady in the future, and you must do your best to do everything she commands!" ”

Wen Yi'an nodded obediently.

"Miss, our family is safe, and I will trouble you in the future!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Ann." Chu Qiao patted the back of Sister-in-law Lian's hand, "You have a good rest, your illness will definitely get better." ”

Sister-in-law Lian nodded, closed her eyes and rested.

Not long after Chu Qiao returned home, the news of Sister-in-law Lian's death came.

She helped Wen Yi'an bury Sister-in-law Lian, and finally made a decision: send Wen Yi'an to study abroad, so Wen Yi'an took the 450,000 yuan and left.

Mother Lian is dead, and the only person who knows the truth and is upright is gone, Chu Qiao suddenly felt a little confused.

"Why are you in a daze again?" Yi Qingchen handed her a glass of milk and sat down beside her.

Chu Qiao's state in the past two days is really wrong, nesting on the sofa like a cat, lying down for a day.

"Do you know what I hate most in my life?"

"Huh?" Chu Qiao's words for no reason made Yi Qingchen a little confused.

"Deception, I hate deception the most in my life!" Chu Qiao's gaze was like a torch, and his whole body exuded coldness.

Yi Qingchen stiffened suddenly, and a touch of unnaturalness flashed on his well-defined face in an instant.

He was always calm and relaxed, but he inexplicably began to be a little scared.

"What happened?"

Chu Qiao took a deep breath, "Didn't you hear that I was complaining just now?" ”

"Perhaps, there are some things you should say, we are husband and wife, aren't we?"

"Husbands and wives are the least reliable, less reliable than strangers, if you can, Qingchen, I hope we will always be just the most familiar strangers."

"Well, relax, relax, you've been stressed too much lately." Yi Qingchen stretched out his hand and gently massaged her temples, and the just right amount of strength made Chu Qiao feel in a trance for a moment.

It would be nice if it went on like this.

Xu was worried that he would have a lot of dreams at night, and Chu Yun sent a text message to the number that Chu Qiao had specially bought after only three days.

[I'm ready for money, how to trade?] 】

[At one o'clock in the afternoon, put the money in a plastic bag and send it to the beach in the far suburbs, where there is a big camphor tree, you bury it under the tree, I will naturally pick it up. 】

[Can you do what you promised me?] Destroy those things. 】

[Are you doubting me? ”】

[Don't dare.] 】

Changing back to the original card, Chu Qiao didn't rush to call Song Kui, and Mance prepared lunch in an orderly manner, until it was nearly half past twelve after eating, when she received a text message from Song Kui that she had "already left", and then she got up in a hurry.

"Qingchen, you've been staying at home with me for the past two days, are you bored? Do you want to go out with me to watch a good show? ”

"Naturally."

Chu Qiao uncharacteristically drove Yi Qingchen to the passenger seat, his white fingers lightly hooked his delicate chin, "The place I'm going to is called the eighteenth layer of hell, are you afraid?" ”

Yi Qingchen smiled lightly, "Don't be afraid, you will protect me." ”

Chu Qiao laughed and trembled.

The place she took Yi Qingchen to was called Chu Mansion.

"Little, Little Joe." Chu Xiong looked at the visitor in disbelief, especially when he saw that she was still carrying two black plastic bags in her hands, and he felt inexplicably feeling that a weasel was giving a New Year's greeting to a chicken.

"What? Not welcome? Chu Qiao looked at everything he was familiar with with mockery.

This place was once her home, the only home for her and her mother!

She must come back! Chu Xiong owes their mother and daughter, and she has to get every penny back!