Chapter 108 : Don't Flatter Yourself

As soon as Qiao Ran came home, she locked herself in her room. Her mother knew that she had quarreled with Ji Hanxiao, and she didn't want to pretend anything.

Papa joe also returned to the room. Mother of Qiao took out a bowl of hot soup and looked at Qiao Ran's closed mouth. "Han Xiao, did you have a fight with Ah Ran?"

Ji han xiao paused and nodded. "Yes, but it's not a big deal."

In front of his elders, he lied subconsciously.

Mother of Qiao immediately sighed. "This child... Has a personality like her father. He's not cheerful enough. Some things may not be clear, but I hope you can work it out. After all, Ah Ran's own conditions are not good, and she will inevitably feel inferior."

Ji Hanxiao sneered in her heart. Would she feel inferior? Does he think she's proud?

"Yes, I will." Ji Hanxiao took a few mouthfuls of soup. "Mom, I hope you take care of her more during this time."

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll let her go home as soon as possible." Mother of Qiao smiled confidently.

Ji Hanxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After he finished his soup, Mother of Qiao filled another bowl.

"Mom, I can't drink anymore." Ji Hanxiao quickly refused.

"Not for you to drink, but for Ah Ran to drink."

Uh! Ji han xiao paused, his face a little stiff. "Okay!"

Unable to refuse Mother of Qiao's request, Ji Hanxiao took the bowl of soup and followed Mother of Qiao to Qiao Ran's room.

Mother of Qiao knocked on Qiao Ran's door. "Ah Ran, open the door. There's soup."

Qiao Ran opened the door and saw ji hanxiao holding a bowl of hot soup. He knew it was his mother's idea.

Mother of Qiao pushed Ji Hanxiao in and closed the door for Qiao Ran himself.

Qiao Ran: ...

Ji Hanxiao placed the soup on the table and glanced at her boudoir.

Qiao Ran's boudoir was his first time here, about ten square meters, very small, several times smaller than the wedding room.

But the style was very refreshing. The light blue bedding, curtains and so on, all fit Qiao Ran's personality very well.

Ji hanxiao stood outside the window, looking at the drizzle reflected by the streetlights, his lips pursed tightly and he did not speak.

Qiao ran took the bowl of soup and took a sip in silence. This was her mother's favorite qinghuo soup.

Both of them were silent for a few minutes, and no one took the initiative to speak.

As time passed, it seemed to echo with embarrassment, and the atmosphere was even more awkward.

Only one or two barks of dogs and the sound of cars passing by could be heard.

Listening to the sound of Qiao Ran drinking soup, Ji Hanxiao suddenly turned his head and looked at her coldly.

Qiao ran held the bowl of hot soup and looked at each other coldly.

"I thought you wouldn't drink. After all, I brought it in. I can't refuse your mother's kindness." Ji Hanxiao said sarcastically, her heart beating fast, a little painful, and a little stuffy.

Qiao Ran pulled the corners of his mouth coldly. "My mother made this soup, not you. You just brought it in, not out of your good intentions. How could I not drink it?"

The two men's words were filled with gunpowder.

Ji Hanxiao's face was even more sinister.

"Please go home. I need to rest." Qiao Ran's throat felt like it was clogged with something, and he couldn't seem to speak until he spoke in time.

Ji Hanxiao sneered and whispered, "Do you think I want to see you? If it wasn't for grandma..."

"I understand. I didn't say you wanted to see me." Qiao Ran interrupted him. "I won't be sentimental anymore. Please don't worry, Mr. Ji. No matter how much I feel about you, I won't feel for you anymore!"

Qiao Ran's long eyelashes trembled, but his voice pierced his heart like a thousand icy swords!

Ji Hanxiao suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes filled with sarcasm. "Yes, with little fresh meat, why are you interested in this old uncle of mine? But what kind of woman don't I want? Don't worry, I won't be interested in you either!"

He put aside the harsh words and turned around to leave.

Mother of Qiao sat in the living room, paying attention to the movement on this side from time to time. However, when the door opened, Ji Hanxiao's face was even worse than when he just entered.

"Han Xiao, did she drink the soup?"

"Yes, she's drinking. Mom, it's getting late. I'll go home first." Ji Hanxiao tried to calm himself down and said faintly.

Mother of Qiao smiled, a little unkind. "Han Xiao, you're my son-in-law. We won't mind if we spend the night here. Ah Ran's bed is a little small, but..."

"Mom, you are so funny. There are too many things in the company. I'll go first!" Ji Hanxiao said and walked out without looking back.

Mother of Qiao stopped smiling and shook her head as she looked at Ji Hanxiao's tall and straight posture.

Qiao Ran was a little stubborn, and Mother of Qiao understood it, but Ji Hanxiao was the same. Once there was a conflict, it was good.

"Such a good son-in-law, maybe our Ah Ran is really unlucky! Hey!" Mother of Qiao sighed and withdrew his disappointed gaze.

Qiao Ran sat in the room with the bowl of soup in his hand.

Biting her lips, she felt warm liquid slowly gushing out of her eyes and slowly across her face, which she was trying to hold back!

She didn't understand why she was still crying. She had already persuaded herself to give up and not have any more fantasies about that man.

Why... Why...

Qiao Ran took a deep breath and finished the soup in one breath.

"Ji Hanxiao, you did it for Grandma ji, and I only did it for her. One day Grandma ji went to another world, and then I have nothing to do with you! You go your way, I'll go my way!"

...

Lin Xiaoli flipped open the photo in his hand and couldn't help but sneer. "This woman, Han Xiao went to find her in person and she actually ignored her. Hehe, it seems that the two of them quarreled, and the fuse is Chang Han."

"Qiao Ran is such a bitch. Why are there so many good men around? Are those men blind? Or was he deceived by her appearance?" Lin Xiaoqing was indignant on the side!

The photo in Lin Xiaoli's hand was taken when she sent someone to follow qiao ran.

The scene where chang han helped her was captured by her people.

"Sis, I'll send it to Ji Hanxiao in a small size for you!" Lin Xiaoqing said excitedly, "Besides, you can sell these photos to some reporters or something. Not only can you make a lot of money, but you can also make your god hate that bitch!"

Lin xiaoli chuckled, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "It seems that I don't have to take extreme measures. Even if this Chang Han appears, Han Xiao can divorce her!"

Lin Xiaoqing's eyes were fixed on Chang Han's face.

The photo in her hand was the one where Chang Han took off her mask at Qiao Ran.

Behind them was the crystal clear Snow palace, which made chang han look more handsome and clean. This male star is really handsome, and he is very delicate. There is an unspeakable jealousy in Lin Xiaoqing's heart.