Qiao's family.

It was late at night.

The lights in the main courtyard are still on.

The bookkeeper took the account book and waited for the old man to review it.

This is the account of the Qiao family, and under the account book, there is a private seal representing the heir of the Qiao family.

The top carving coiled dragon, the lower carving of the sea of clouds, the bottom seal 'Yinzhen' two words.

Old Man Qiao stretched out his hands that were as withered as rotten wood, and his cloudy eyes slowly rubbed the words on his head.

The account clerk thought there was something wrong with the accounts: "The prince of the account at home has checked it carefully, and Lao Zhou has also read it, and there is no problem." ”

"Hmm."

The bookkeeper looked uncertain.

Isn't it a matter of accounts?

That's weird.

He knocked on the moonlight outside, this deep root in the middle of the night, the old man suddenly wanted to check the account, what is this for?

Old Man Qiao didn't read a few books, picked out a few and handed them to him: "These, let Qiao Ye also take a look." ”

Gentleman?

The bookkeeper's face was horrified.

"The prince has been really busy with the company recently, but the Qiao family never dares to slack off."

He was panicked to death, thinking that Liushao had done something bad and made the old man angry.

Look at this posture, this is a separation of powers.

He is a princeling, loyal to Qiao Yu, where can such a thing happen.

"Just do as I say."

Old man Qiao got up on crutches, and the tent man wanted to say something, but he saw the old housekeeper hurriedly coming from outside.

"Master, the phone of the sixth young man."

Old man Qiao slammed his hand on crutches.

The movement of the jade wrench finger rubbing the dragon's head crutch was a little shaky, but only for a moment, he still picked up the phone.

"The stinky boy called Lao Tzu in the middle of the night."

The bookkeeper's thin body shrank in fright.

The old butler glanced at the account book he was holding, and gave him a look.

The tent man didn't move, staring at the old man's face, and suddenly, seeing him, he was furious.

"What? Who would dare to bully you? Propriety? Fuck the rules! ”

"You are the grandson of my old Qiao family, and the waist pole is hard for Lao Tzu! The Song family is a fart! ”

"Cry, cry, cry! Look at your worthless appearance. ”

The old butler and the bookkeeper looked at each other, and stood silent.

"The little rabbit cub is looking for a draw, Lao Tzu is not dead, you want to share Lao Tzu's inheritance."

Old Man Qiao didn't laugh angrily, and the action of the jade wrench finger pressing the dragon's head crutch became vigorous and powerful.

The two chatted for a while, and then Old Man Qiao hung up the phone satisfied.

After hanging up the phone, the old housekeeper greeted him.

"The prince is homesick and wants to come back."

"The little rabbit cub is horizontal in the nest, and he will be cowardly outside."

The old housekeeper smiled and said nothing, the prince is not bullied and does not fight back, this is to show his softness and make the old man feel distressed.

"The Song family's three rooms are fighting openly and secretly, no better than my Qiao family, and the prince doesn't want to admit it, which is also reasonable."

"What do you recognize? Xiaoliu is my old Qiao's own grandson, why do you recognize it? Being bullied? They dare! ”

When he knew the news, Old Man Qiao was already planning to let go.

In Old Man Qiao's heart, the grandson raised by himself naturally has deep feelings, but the Qiao family is still worse than the Song family, and there is no reason for him to stop the child from running to a better place.

What's more, the Song family is the blood relatives of the children.

He planned for Qiao Yu, so he naturally chose to let go.

But just now, Qiao Yu made a phone call, and the aggrieved look made the old man stop this idea immediately.

Admit a fart!

He saw a stack of accounts in the bookkeeper's hand: "Forget about the audit." ”

Yes?

The account clerk stared at the account: "Don't give it to the eldest young master?" ”

Isn't it just ......

The old housekeeper shook his head at him: "The Qiao family belongs to the prince, how can there be a rule for others to look at the accounts?" ”

"But just now...... "Obviously not like this."

That was just now!

The old housekeeper wanted to say, didn't the prince call just now.

On high speeds.

Eight points in the next chapter.

(End of chapter)