Qiao Moqian came out of the study, saw the mother and daughter hugging their heads and crying, and said to Mrs. Qiao: "She has been howling for so long, her voice is hoarse, and she can't speak. ”

Qiao Moqian didn't expect someone to scold people for an hour without repeating the same.

Grand Master of Zuan.

Mrs. Joe asked, "Would you like to see a doctor?" ”

Qiao Manfan shook his head, it was useless to see a doctor, anyway, he couldn't speak for the time being.

Mrs. Qiao said: "Don't worry, no matter what, I won't leave you alone, what do you say, what are you holding in your heart?" ”

Mrs. Qiao patted Qiao Manfan as she spoke, "Look at you now, you are all insane. ”

Qiao Moqian corrected: "It's not a pure nerve yet, it's splitting." ”

Qiao Manfan: ......

Looking up at a forty-five degree angle, I want to give you a kick.

Qiao Manfan had to argue in a dumb voice, "I'm not sick." "Although there is a bit of a psychological problem, you can't become a neuropathy, it has to be a bit moderate, otherwise you will have to go to a neurological hospital.

Qiao Manfan also wants to live a life of drunken gold fans, but there is no life of drunken gold fans in the psychiatric hospital.

Qiao Manfan is now a little worried that Qiao Moqian is trying to save trouble and convenience, so he directly throws himself into the neuropathy hospital.

She didn't have much confidence in this brother, after all, he was just a ruthless and emotionless money-making machine.

He hindered Qiao Moqian from making money.

Qiao Manfan endured the sore throat again, "I'm really not sick." "Huaxiu Chinese

Mrs. Qiao saw Qiao Manfan's anxious denial, and immediately reassured: "Yes, you are not sick, Manman is not sick." "It's all about coaxing Qiao Manfan to children.

Qiao Manfan now regrets yelling a little, it was very cool at the time, but now his throat can't stand it.

Mrs. Qiao said to Qiao Manfan: "Your brother said that he wants to help you deal with those bad things on the Internet, and some things should be suppressed." ”

Qiao Manfan looked at Qiao Moqian with some surprise, Qiao Moqian couldn't help frowning, he didn't think about letting anyone know about doing these things, and he didn't want to be grateful.

Especially Qiao Manfan, he was a little impatient in the face of Qiao Manfan's surprised expression.

Qiao Manfan raised his hand and the sea lion applauded, and said in a dumb voice: "Thank you, pigeon, pigeon." ”

It would be great if someone really helped suppress the heat for those abuses on the Internet, after all, no one likes to be scolded.

It's a pity that she is a poor man and has no way to do public relations.

Qiao Moqian actually wanted to help her suppress the heat, which was unexpected, but for the help of others, Qiao Manfan naturally wanted to be grateful, no matter what Qiao Moqian's thoughts and purposes were, but it was good for himself.

Whoever wants to listen to people scold, if he can, Qiao Manfan wants to find someone to praise himself every day.

Qiao Manfan looked at Qiao Moqian with shining eyes, and his voice was hoarse like a fingernail scraping a blackboard, "The pigeon is so good, the pigeon is the best." ”

Anyway, I don't want her to contribute money and effort, and there is no loss in saying two good words.

Qiao Moqian glanced at Qiao Manfan, looked away, his face was expressionless, indifferent to Qiao Manfan's sycophancy, and thought about how much it would cost.

Mrs. Joe tears with relief, "Your pigeon naturally loves you, don't always make your pigeon angry in the future, he is the head of the family, and he must love his family." ”

Qiao Moqian felt very speechless, he had to love his family, and he had to make money to support his family, and he had to deal with bullshit, and he had too many things to do.

The problem is that some people still have to drag their legs and just move forward with weight, and as a result, some people drag their legs.