Huasheng Hospital

Standing at the door of the VVIP ward, she pushed open the exquisite frosted crystal door. Through the crack in the door, Qiao Weiwei saw Qiao Zhihai in the snow-white space, with purple lips, sick body, wearing an oxygen mask, and sleeping with a frown on her face.

Looking at it this way, Qiao Zhihai is really just a frail old man...without any of the majesty of the past.

Beside Qiao Zhihai, on the snow-white sofa, Chen Bihua was sleeping, with the same deep frown as Qiao Zhihai.

"Why don't you go in when you're here? What, do you don't want to or are you too embarrassed to go in?"

Qiao Moli's sarcastic voice filled her ears, and Qiao Weiwei's thoughts were instantly pulled back. She turned around and looked at Qiao Moli, who was still wearing heavy makeup: "It's just that some people are off-putting. You don't want to go in, what's the matter?"

"Qiao Weiwei, let me tell you, now that I'm back, I will never allow you to despise my mother again! Remember, if I lose control and beat you because of this incident, I can only blame you for what you deserve!"

After that... "Pa~!" Qiao Moli raised her hand and slapped Qiao Weiwei on the right side of her face. The clear red palm mark was dazzling, and the hot//spicy feeling made Qiao Weiwei instantly angry.

How could she, Qiao Weiwei, be beaten at her whim by Qiao Moli?

No matter who it is, he will pay double the price if he offends her!

"Pa~!"

"Pa~!"

Qiao Weiwei raised her hand and slapped Qiao Moli's delicate cheeks mercilessly with two slaps. The heavy foundation flew away, and in an instant, her face became swollen into buns.

Qiao Weiwei, you are looking for death~!

Qiao Moli stretched out her hand to hit Qiao Weiwei again, but this time, her hand was tightly held by Qiao Weiwei.

Qiao Weiwei looked at her coldly, gritting her teeth, and her clenched hands continued to tighten, as if she wanted to break the lotus root arm in her hand.

Facing her scarlet eyes, Qiao Moli couldn't help but feel timid. She lowered her decibel level and said, "You...what do you want to do?"

Qiao Moli knew very well that if the stalemate continued, she would not gain anything good.

Ever since she was little, she has never been Qiao Weiwei's opponent~!

"I don't want to do anything, but I want to ask what you want to do? Haven't you already known that provoking me is equivalent to seeking death, so why do you keep touching my bottom line?" Qiao Weiwei shook off Qiao Moli's hand and said.

Qiao Weiwei's words were like hot steel balls, which made Qiao Moli speechless for a moment.

"I don't want to do anything. I just want you to respect my mother and stay away from my coolness. It's that simple."

"What if I don't?"

"you……"

"Cough cough cough..." Qiao Zhihai's cough interrupted the quarrel between Qiao Weiwei and Qiao Moli. Qiao Weiwei gave Qiao Moli a cold look, then looked at Qiao Zhihai who slowly opened her eyes, then turned and left.

"Hey, Qiao Weiwei... you'd better take my words to heart, otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel."

Then, Qiao Moli walked into the ward. At this moment, Chen Bihua was carefully lifting Qiao Zhihai up after he woke up. Qiao Moli thoughtfully placed the soft pillow behind Qiao Zhihai, trying her best to act like a good girl.

She knew very well that Qiao Zhihai's love would determine how much of the inheritance she would receive in the future.

"Weiwei came here just now? Jasmine, did you quarrel with Weiwei again?" Qiao Zhihai moved his lips in vain, breathing heavily.

"Didn't I ask her to apologize to her father? She refused and was rude. I'm sorry for my parents~!" Qiao Moli sat next to Qiao Zhihai, held Qiao Zhihai's hand, and leaned her head on Qiao Zhihai's shoulder.

Said coquettishly.

Qiao Zhihai sighed and stopped asking any more questions.

"That Weiwei, if we Jasmine were half as sensible and obedient, I would really burn incense~!" Chen Bihua helped.
Chapter completed!