At this moment, a thin figure broke into the door in a panic, and Qiao Ansheng rushed in with two steps.

She was in a hurry, but she didn't expect that Yao Man was still there in the room...

Qiao Ansheng paused and stood in front of the door.

She was quite moved and rushed over again, so she couldn't help but feel a little hurry.

Therefore, when standing at the door of the living room, Qiao Anshengsheng's face turned red, his chest fluctuated violently, and his breathing was a little rapid.

When people in the room saw her, various different expressions appeared on their faces, especially Yao Man. When they saw Qiao Ansheng's familiar figure, their fingers pinched the teapot with their fingers, and their fingertips turned white.

She couldn't help but feel a strong anger. Why has this little bastard not died yet? Could it be that the disaster really lasted for thousands of years?

But no matter how angry she was, she still rushed in front of Wang Ziqing, squeezed out a smile on her face, and walked towards Qiao Ansheng.

Yao Man put down the teapot and turned to pinch his palm with his hands, so that his voice could sound a little normal.

"An Sheng, I heard that you were sick a few days ago and didn't have time to see you. Now it seems that you should be cured, right?"

Qiao Ansheng's almond eyes were clear, and her pupils were clearly black and white. She glanced at Yao Man, who was full of shame, and her eyes were not very friendly.

"Yes, I'm lucky this time, I didn't die, which really disappointed some people."

She was thin and a little thin, but she stood in the light at the door, her back was straight, and she naturally had a kind of arrogance that she could not bear her waist.

"But I am very grateful. Mom, you still remember that I was injured. I thought you wish I could die in that place?"

Qiao Ansheng also had a thorn in his words and looked at Yao Man leisurely.

Regarding her robbery and killing, Qiao Ansheng only thought about Yao Man. She had few enemies. The only person who could make a mortal enemy with her and had the ability to take such a ruthless move was only one person.

The fury under Yao Man's face was like magma underground erupted out in an instant. She clenched her hands into fists and her nails were deeply pinched into her palms.

"Is this young lady?"

At this time, Housekeeper Ren suddenly stepped forward and stood beside Yao Man, bent down slightly, and bowed to Qiao Ansheng, with an extremely respectful attitude.

"Hello, Mrs. Xiao."

Qiao Ansheng was stunned when he heard the man's gentle voice, and looked up and saw an old man in good spirits and full of silver hair.

His posture was very standard, with his gloves pressing against the seam of the tuxedo, bent at a neat ninety-degree right angle, and when his head was lowered.

Hair is meticulous.

As the saying goes, if you don’t hit someone with a smile, the other party is so polite and humble, Qiao Ansheng can’t help but frown. He can’t tell what to call him for a moment, so he had to ease his voice: “Hello, you…”

"An Sheng? Why did you come today? You didn't inform us in advance. You didn't pick you up?"

Wang Ziqing finally got up from the sofa, got up and walked to the door, and enthusiastically arranged Qiao Ansheng.

She took Qiao Ansheng's hand and turned her head to Yao Man and ordered: "Xiaoman, let's prepare some tea for us. Is there any red bean glutinous rice cake you bought last time? If so, bring me some, please?"

Wang Ziqing asked Yao Man to leave, obviously he didn't want Yao Man to stay here again.

Although Yao Man was extremely angry at Qiao Ansheng and was not willing to give up, but when the prince said everything, she had to grit her teeth and respond, and turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

Wang Ziqing waved to Qiao Ansheng and signaled her to come over. She led Qiao Ansheng to the front of Butler Ren and introduced him to Qiao Ansheng very enthusiastically.

"Come on, An Sheng, let me introduce you to the public. This is Mr. Ren. In terms of seniority, you have to call him Uncle Ren..."

housekeeper?

This word appeared in Qiao Ansheng's mind and looked at the other person carefully again. The well-tailed dovetail outfit was combined with the image of the housekeeper she imagined.

Since it was Wang Ziqing's introduction, Qiao Ansheng shouted very obediently: "Hello, Uncle Ren..."

The other party waved his head with a smile.

"Oh! I really can't bear the young lady and the young master's voice Uncle Ren."

Qiao Ansheng glanced at the other party again.

I saw a pair of golden boundless mirror frames hanging on the bridge of the butler Ren's nose. He looked almost 70 years old, his eyes were hidden behind his eyes, and he narrowed his smile, and the long mirror chain drooped to his chest pocket.

"An Sheng, is there anything wrong with you rushing over here in such a hurry?"

Seeing that she entered the house and was breathing a little anxious, Wang Ziqing asked with concern.

Qiao Ansheng glanced at Wang Ziqing and took out his notebook from his arms: "Grandma, it is indeed a bit important thing for me to come here. Can I tell you separately?"

Wang Ziqing did not hesitate: "Okay, let's go upstairs and talk."

She turned her head and looked at Qin Guang who was following behind her: "You and Lao Ren, let's continue to go down, and An Sheng and I will talk for a while..." Qiao Ansheng bent down slightly at Qin Guangyan, and Qin Guangyan waved his hand, without saying anything, and signaled her to follow Wang Ziqing up.

However, when Qiao Ansheng followed Wang Ziqing upstairs, he seemed to notice that his eyes were falling behind him.

She subconsciously turned around, but she could only see Qin Guangyan and Butler Ren talking, and then sat down at the chessboard in the living room downstairs.

She frowned, withdrew her gaze and didn't think much about it.

Wang Ziqing took her straight to a small living room on the third floor. The so-called small one is actually just smaller than the special living room downstairs.

The space here is as big as an ordinary family living room, but it should be because few people come here, and everything in this place has a very new feeling.

The arrangements on the leather sofa are neatly placed on it.

Wang Ziqing asked Qiao Ansheng to sit on the sofa. When he walked to the door, he first looked out and looked outside the door. He was sure that there was no one else, so he closed the Fu family carved wooden door.

"An Sheng, let's talk, this place has good sound insulation."

Wang Ziqing sat opposite Qiao Ansheng, looking upright and listening with a stern look.

Qiao Ansheng had basically sorted out his thoughts on the way here, but when she really wanted to say it, she still didn't know where to start.

She had to take a deep breath, and there was a faint aromatic smell in the air. She simply took a few more sips, just pretending to be calm and scrutinizing her thoughts a little.
Chapter completed!