Chapter 22: I'm Afraid You'll Be Poisoned

Xu family, she can't go back!

In her previous life, her father Xu Zhiming married Yang Yunlan for the second time after her mother passed away, and he did not hesitate to choose the junior between the junior and his daughter.

She no longer has any hope of being reborn in a lifetime.

Yang Hua consciously drove in the direction of Xu's house, this Miss Xu gave him a very cold feeling, but she didn't look like a boring person with such funny words to Fan Yinkong just now.

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After a long time, the car stopped steadily outside the Xu family's villa, and Xu Moran got out of the car and saw Aunt Qiao standing at the door of Xu's house with her suitcase.

She walked over calmly and politely, "Aunt Qiao!" ”

Aunt Qiao is her mother's person, she has been very good to her since she was a child, looking at the familiar figure, the light in Xu Moran's pupils was a little sluggish, she was unwilling to leave this place where she grew up, but she was not reluctant.

It used to be home, but now it's no longer ......

"Miss, I'm sorry!" Aunt Qiao's eyes were red, her apology came too late, He Xinhuan was kind to her, but she couldn't help Xu Moran with anything.

Aunt Qiao knew that Xu Moran would not come back once she left.

"Aunt Qiao, thank you!" As soon as Xu Moran's words fell, a female voice sounded by the door.

"Yo, who did I say? So familiar! It turned out that Xiaomo was here. Yang Yunlan stepped on high heels and twisted Xiaoman's waist towards them.

Yang Yunlan's sentence "Xiaomo is here" made her hostess position unattainable.

Xu Moran had a sneer in her heart, and the careful thoughts that this woman had hidden for many years were finally exposed.

The arrogance of the superior was also vividly displayed by Yang Yunlan at this moment.

Xu Moran suddenly had a thought, an idea to clean up the junior.

"Ms. Yang, would you like to share her feelings about being a junior for more than 20 years? This has not succeeded in ascending to the throne, so he dares to give the daughter of the main palace a horse! Are you really a vegetarian? ”

Xu Moran, who was 1.67 meters, stood in front of Yang Yunlan, who was wearing high heels, still a head taller than her, and just stared at her in a downward posture.

"You...... What nonsense are you talking about! Who is the junior? Yang Yunlan was furious when she caught a glimpse of the security guards around her and Aunt Qiao casting inexplicable glances.

"You don't have a little red book, what is it if you are not a junior? Are you blind to others? Or be someone else's stupid! Also, I'll go back to my own house and get you to talk nonsense here? If you have the ability, after you get my hukou out of the Xu family, you will tell me that I am here, not back. ”

Xu Moran's sonorous and powerful voice fell into the ears of others, and everyone looked at Yang Yunlan in front of them with disdain.

Which of the people who work here doesn't know that Xu Moran is the eldest lady of the Xu family.

"Xiaomo, don't worry about Auntie's slip of the tongue, your father is about to return, since you are back, let's have a meal together at home!" Yang Yunlan forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart and disguised herself as a good person.

The old lady has already agreed to persuade Xu Zhiming to marry her, this matter must be a nail in the coffin, she has endured it for more than 20 years, will she still care about this moment and a half?

After she becomes Mrs. Xu, she will come to clean up these eyeless domestic helpers.

"Ms. Yang's face changes as fast as flipping through a book, and once again refreshes my three views! Let me eat with you, do you think it's possible? What if you get poisoned? I love life very much......" Xu Moran's voice was very cold, and after she finished speaking, she turned her head and took the suitcase in Aunt Qiao's hand and left in style.

Yang Hua had been waiting beside the car for a long time, and after putting the box away, he drove away.

"Ahh Yang Yunlan was so angry by Xu Moran that she stomped her feet on the spot.