The extra chapter of Luo Jinyu and Yang Chuchu's eldest son officially kicked off.

The gloomy sky seemed to be about to have a heavy rain, and even the air was thin. It was already early in the morning. Qiao Anan, who had just fallen asleep, was suddenly awakened. He opened his eyes and saw his mother with a skinny hair standing beside her bed, holding a cell phone in her hand.

"An An, get up, hurry up, I know where your father is. This time, I must catch him. I want to see who the shameless mistress is. You go forward to tear her face for me." The mother bent down and pushed her hard, thinking that she was not awake, and spoke very loudly.

"Mom, how late, I'm still going?" Qiao Anan was used to seeing her. Her mother was always suspicious. Since she was thirteen years old, she has taken her to catch her father's rape from time to time. But she made jokes several times. Her father seemed to be even more indifferent to her. She didn't give up?

"You have to go, are you my biological child? No matter how I live or die?" Qiao's mother suddenly burst into tears in sorrow.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll change my clothes..."

"Don't change it, it's not going to walk the catwalk. Let's catch the evil ones. Go downstairs quickly, you can drive." My mother gritted her teeth and turned around and went downstairs.

Qiao Anan looked at her pajamas and pajamas. Fortunately, she was thick and did not reveal her points. She had to pull her long hair in pain and lift her quilt off the bed. This was really the last time. If there was another time, she would be brave enough to divorce her parents.

Qiao Anan drove the car, listening to her mother's crying and insulting, and came to the entrance of a five-star hotel.

"Bang!" A lightning flashed over the sky above her head, and the deafening sound scared Qiao Anan so much that she shook like a dog. She covered her ears and quickly pulled her mother into the hotel, afraid that she would be struck by lightning.

But Qiao's mother seemed to have never heard of thunder. She was ashamed to death. She had been running her life for many years and was shaky. How could she be afraid of death? If she wanted to die, she had to bring her fickle husband with her.

Qiao Anan immediately said to the hotel front desk to find someone, and the hotel front desk looked at her in confusion.

The mother and daughter entered the elevator by the way. The two of them were wearing pajamas, and they were radiating like female ghosts who were seeking their lives, which was really scary.

"What is the room number?" Qiao Anan asked.

"Penthouse, Presidential Suite, Room 5508." My mother's eyes were red and swollen, her eyes were dull, but she was excited. Obviously, she was fully sure this time.

"An An, take out your cell phone and take pictures of me later. If you take the shameless woman in, I will definitely ruin her reputation." Qiao's mother gritted her teeth with resentment.

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"Oh, I understand." Qiao Anan took out his cell phone and adjusted it to the camera state.

The elevator jingled, and the mother and daughter quickly ran to the corridor and found the room number along the way.

"Mom, the door seems to be closed." Qiao Anan looked sharply. It was really a helping God to help her mother and daughter. The door was actually hidden.

"Go in and shoot, hurry up and don't let that little bitch go." An's mother pushed the door angrily and shouted loudly to her daughter.

Qiao Anan immediately held up his cell phone and ran from the living room to the bedroom, with his movements skillfully and neatly.

In the bedroom, a tall body was wearing a bath towel and preparing to change clothes. Suddenly, I saw the woman who broke in, holding her cell phone in her hand to him. His cold eyes were instantly gloomy, and he asked coldly: "Who are you?"

"Ah? Not my dad?" Qiao An'an's beautiful eyes were instantly shocked, she quickly put down her phone, said sorry, and turned around and ran out.

"Mom, I took the wrong photo, it's not dad, have you got the wrong room number again?" Qiao Anan ran out, and grabbed her mother's arm and took her out of the room.

"It's not your dad's room? It's impossible. The one I positioned on my phone is this room 5509, which is next door?" Qiao's mother cried just now and was dizzy, so she misread the number.

"Don't make a mistake again." Qiao Anan was speechless with her mother. The scene just now was really embarrassing.

"No, it's this room." Qiao's mother wanted to go to the door.

Qiao Anan grabbed her arm and narrowed her eyes: "I'll do it."

At this moment, a tall and young figure appeared at the gate next to him, and Gu Beiyuan stared coldly at the mother and daughter outside the door next to him.

Qiao Anan didn't care about shame at this moment, and knocked on the door lightly, and said anxiously to the room in a very professional voice: "Hello, distinguished guest, there is a room downstairs that is on fire, please evacuate quickly."

After a while, the door was quickly opened. It was Qiao's father. At the same time, a woman's panic and scared voice came from inside: "Old Qiao, is it on fire? Let's run away quickly."

"Where are you running away, you bitch." Qiao's mother immediately screamed and rushed in. Qiao Anan quickly raised her phone and ran in.

"Ah, Lao Qiao, help me, your tigress pulls my hair." A woman screamed from inside.

Qiao Anan raised her hand and patted the woman down. Suddenly she saw that her mother seemed to be at a disadvantage. She quickly put her phone in her bag and joined the battle group.

"Let go of my mom, you

Slut."

"Don't let it go, oh, my hair..."

Three women in the room were torn together, and Qiao's father next to him watched coldly. Finally, he roared angrily: "Zhang Xiuzhu, Qiao Anan, get out quickly."

Qiao's father's voice stopped the three people who were beaten to death. Qiao An'an's face was torn a few times, and both mother and daughter were in a mess.

"Qiao Dawei, I want to divorce you." Zhang Xiuzhu screamed in a roar.

"Okay, I'll leave as soon as it dawns, get out of here." Qiao's father came over directly and pulled the mother and daughter out of the room: "Zhang Xiuzhu, I've had enough of you, get out of here."

Qiao Anan stood beside her with a pale face. Seeing the tears flowing from her mother's eyes, she gritted her teeth and held her mother's hand: "Let's go back, don't make trouble with him in the future, people like him will not change."

When passing by the door next to her, Qiao Anan heard a heavy sound of closing the door. Her heart trembled and she looked at the door. Thinking of the man's gloomy gaze she had just entered, she was secretly upset.

In the elevator, Zhang Xiuzhu leaned against the elevator wall with a dead face, her eyes dull: "An An, why are you not a son?"

Qiao Anan's expression froze and came again. Will mom want to recite it for the rest of her life?

"How great it would be if you were a son. Your father wouldn't ignore you so much, and he wouldn't dare to divorce me." Zhang Xiuzhu covered her face and cried bitterly, crying endless sadness.

Qiao Anan looked up at the sky, and the feeling of inferiority complex could not be hidden in her eyes. Yes, why is she not her son?

Is it because my mother’s marriage is unhappy because she is not her son?

Dad ran out day by day and looked for the women outside to criticize him because she was not a son?

But who has the ability to choose her birth? She also wants to be a son, she also wants to be valued and wants to be born in a happy and fulfilling family, rather than being as she looks glamorous as she is now, but in fact, the inner body has long been scattered. People outside even call her the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, but the rich clothes and food are just appearances, and she lives a bad life.

"Mom, you guys get divorced. I rent a house outside to support you. I don't study anymore. I'm better off going to work than being at Qiao's family. It's better to live a life according to people's face." Qiao Anan finally made a decision. She wanted to take her mother away and leave this disappointing Qiao's family.

"Divorce?" Zhang Xiuzhu raised her face with a confused look on her face. She had never thought about divorce. If she had divorced, she would be nothing. Now outsiders respect her. Mrs. Qiao, her daughter is the eldest daughter of the Qiao family. If she had divorced, she would be nothing.
Chapter completed!