Fake daughters are wealthy

Seeing him, He Lin also knew that Qiao Nian was helping behind his back this time, so he hesitated and said, "Patriarch, in fact, you should have a good talk with Miss Qiao."

Ji Lingfeng didn't say a word, neither agreed nor objected.

He Lin bravely continued: "At the beginning you did it to protect her...in fact, you didn't really want to have a falling out with her or deny her."

Ji's previous generation was a mess.

People outside don't know the grievances of the previous generation, so they think that the patriarch treats Miss Qiao badly.

In fact, he has been with the patriarch for so many years, and he knows that the truth is not what the outside world says.

And he saw that Miss Qiao was willing to help this time, probably because he saw that the patriarch was not as indifferent to her as he showed.

Otherwise, just because the patriarch wants to hand over Ji's family to Miss Qiao, it's not enough to impress that person to help.

"Patriarch, in fact, you can really take this opportunity to make it clear to Miss Qiao..."

"okay."

Ji Lingfeng waved his hands, exhausted, as if he didn't want to continue the discussion.

"Go and watch Juyi Hall, and call all the remaining elders as soon as possible."

"...Yes." He Lin observed him secretly: "Patriarch, do you want to...?"

Ji Lingfeng's eyes didn't look much like Qiao Nian's, they were softer, probably more like his mother, without Qiao Nian's appearance.

However, half of Ji Wu Falcon's blood is still flowing on Ji Lingfeng's body. His eyes are very similar to Qiao Nian's, they are the kind of calm and decisive that is difficult to be shaken after making a decision.

"She sent all the people here. If I don't take this opportunity to beat them down, it would be a waste of her heart."

He Lin opened his mouth and said to himself, "Since you know Miss Qiao's intentions, why can't you just sit down and talk to Miss Qiao, you have to be so stubborn."

However, when he saw Ji Lingfeng pick up the documents on the side of the table with a serious look and start working, he silently retreated out.

Forget it, the patriarch and Miss Qiao will talk to each other one day.

**

outside.

After Mo Dong handed him over to He Lin according to Qiao Nian's instructions, he went back to the intersection of a street, where a green jeep was parked.

He walked to the co-pilot's window, looked at the girl sitting in the half-open window, and said softly: "...Miss Qiao, I have already handed over the person to them."

The girl was playing with a silver lighter in her hand.

Mo Dong stood in a position where she could clearly see the appearance of the lighter shuttled between her fingers. It was quite old, except for the silver material, there were already signs of wear and tear on the edges.

But Qiao Nian seemed to like this lighter very much, and would take it out to play with it from time to time.

Mo Dong's eyes just paused on the lighter for a second, then moved away, thought for a while and continued: "Why didn't you tell Ji Huang that it was you who came forward to help him this time?"

For so long, this was the first time that Mo Dong went on a mission with Qiao Nian.

Not that he blows.

He was such an eye-opener at the bayside dock.

Qiao Nian didn't bring many people here this time, and the few little Xiami who had a good reputation before even complained privately that they were asked to work harder.

The results of it?

Ms. Qiao did more than one person to cut off the signal of the bay pier for several hours without making a sound, and those high-tech weapons were thrown out as if they didn't need money.

Mo Dong still felt that the girl was sitting in front of the computer, the broken hair on her forehead was blown up by the wind, her extremely black eyes were looking at the sea level, and she raised her legs and asked him if he wanted a laser gun.

That tone was like asking him if he wanted a candy.