Author: Gu Jiaqiu

Qiao Family.

It's late at night.

The lights in the main courtyard are still on.

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

This is the account of the Qiao family. Below the account book is a private seal representing the heirs of the Qiao family.

The top is carved with a dragon, the bottom is carved with a sea of ​​clouds, and the bottom is sealed with the word "Yinzhen".

Mr. Qiao stretched out his withered hands like a rotten wood, and his turbid eyes slowly rubbed the words on his head.

The accountant thought there was something wrong with the account: "The prince of the family has carefully reviewed the accounts, and Lao Zhou also read them, so there is no problem."

"Um."

The accountant looked confused.

Isn't it a matter of accounts?

This is strange.

He knocked on the moonlight outside. It was deep in the middle of the night. The old man suddenly wanted to check the accounts. What is he doing?

Mr. Qiao read a few books but didn't read them anymore. He picked out a few books and handed them to him: "Let Qiao Ye take a look at these too."

The eldest master?

The tentman's face was shocked.

"The prince's company has been busy recently, but the Qiao family never dares to slackew."

He was so nervous that he thought that Liu Shao had done something bad, which made the old man angry.

Judging from this situation, this is decentralization.

He is the princeling and loyal Qiao Yu, so how could he let such a thing happen?

"Just do what I said."

Mr. Qiao stood up with a cane. The accountant wanted to say something, but he saw the old butler hurriedly coming from outside.

"Master, the sixth young master's phone number."

Mr. Qiao paused his hands with a cane.

The jade ring rubbed the dragon head crutch a little trembled, but for only a moment, I still answered the phone.

"The little guy called me in the middle of the night."

The accountant's thin body shrank in fear.

The old housekeeper glanced at the account book he was holding and gave him a wink.

The accountant did not move, stared at the old man's face, and suddenly, he was furious when he saw him.

"What? Who dares to bully you? Rules? Fuck the rules!"

"You are the grandson of my old Qiao family, so you can harden your back! The Song family is nothing!"

"Cry, cry, cry! Look at your unpromising look."

The old housekeeper and the accountant looked at each other and stood silently.

"The little bastard is looking for a slap. I'm not dead yet, you just want to divide my inheritance."

Mr. Qiao laughed instead of anger, and the jade ring pressed the dragon head crutch and became vigorous and powerful.

The two chatted for a while, and then Mr. Qiao hung up the phone with satisfaction.

After hanging up the phone, the old housekeeper went up to meet him.

"The prince misses home and wants to come back."

"The little bastard is just a stubborn person, but he will be timid when he goes outside."

The old housekeeper smiled but didn't say anything. The prince was not bullied and refused to fight back. He wanted to show his weakness and make the old man feel distressed.

"The three houses of the Song family are fighting openly and secretly, which is not as good as my Qiao family. The prince doesn't want to recognize him, which is reasonable."

"What do you recognize? Xiao Liu is my old Qiao family's grandson. Why do you recognize him? Being bullied? They dare!"

When Mr. Qiao learned the news, he had already planned to let go.

In Mr. Qiao's heart, the grandson he raised himself naturally had deep feelings, but the Qiao family was still worse than the Song family, so he had no reason to stop the child from running to a better place.

What's more, the Song family is the blood relative of the child.

He planned for Qiao Yu and naturally chose to let go.

But just now, Qiao Yu called and felt aggrieved, which immediately stopped the old man.

Recognize what a fuck!

He saw a stack of accounts in his hands: "Let's forget about the matter of checking the accounts."

ah?

The accountant stared at the account: "I won't give it to the eldest master?"

Didn't just do it...

The old butler shook his head at him: "The Qiao family belongs to the prince, so how can anyone else take the account?"

"But just now..." It was obviously not like that.

That was just now!

The old butler wanted to say, didn’t the prince call just now?

On the highway.

Next chapter at 8 o'clock.
Chapter completed!