Chapter 417

At this time, a thin figure rushed in from the door, and Qiao Ansheng rushed in step by step.

She was in a hurry, but she didn't think there was Yao man in the room

Qiao Ansheng paused and stood in front of the door.

She was quite moving and rushed all the way. She was in a hurry.

Therefore, when standing at the door of the living room, Qiao Ansheng's face turned red, his chest fluctuated violently, and his breathing was a little short.

When people in the room saw her, there were all kinds of different expressions on their faces, especially Yao man. When he saw Qiao Ansheng's familiar figure, his fingers pressed the teapot and his fingertips turned white.

She couldn't help raising a strong anger. Why hasn't this little cheap hoof died yet? Is it true that the scourge will last for thousands of years?

But the anger turned to anger. She still caught up with Wang Ziqing, squeezed out a smile on her face and walked to Qiao Ansheng.

Yao man put down the teapot and pinched his palm with his hand, which reluctantly made his voice sound normal.

"Ansheng, I heard that you were ill a few days ago and didn't have time to see you. Now it seems that you should be well?"

Qiao Ansheng's Apricot eyes were clear, and her pupils were black and white. She looked at Yao man with empty face, and her eyes were not friendly.

"Yes, I'm lucky I didn't die this time. It really disappoints some people."

Her figure was thin and thin, but she stood in the light of the door, her back was straight, and naturally took a kind of unyielding pride.

"But thank you very much, mom. You remember I was hurt. I thought you wanted me to die there?"

Qiao Ansheng also took a thorn in his words and looked at Yao man.

About her being robbed and killed, the only thing Qiao Ansheng doesn't want is Yao man. She doesn't have many enemies. There is only one person who can make a dead enemy with her and have the ability to do so.

Yao man's anger under her complexion erupted like magma at the bottom of the ground. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her fingernails were deeply squeezed into her palms.

"This is the young lady, isn't it?"

Steward Ren suddenly came forward at this time, stood side by side with Yao man, bent slightly, bowed to Qiao Ansheng, and was extremely respectful.

"Hello, little lady."

Qiao Ansheng listened to the man's gentle voice and was stunned. He looked up and saw an old man with hale and hearty spirit and silver hair.

His posture is very standard. His gloved hands are close to the trouser seams of his tuxedo, bent a neat 90 degree right angle, and when his head is down.

Hair is meticulous.

As the saying goes, Qiao Ansheng frowned when the other party was so polite and humble that he couldn't decide what to call, so he had to slow down his voice: "hello..."

"Anseng? Why did you come today without informing us in advance? I didn't pick you up? "

Wang Ziqing finally got up from the sofa, got up and walked to the door, warmly soliciting Qiao Ansheng.

She took Qiao Ansheng's hand, turned her head to Yao man and said, "Xiao man, go and prepare some tea for us. Do you still have the red bean glutinous rice cake you bought last time? If so, bring me some? "

Wang Ziqing asked Yao man to leave. Obviously, he didn't want Yao man to stay here again.

Although Yao man was very angry with Qiao Ansheng and was unwilling, she had to bite her teeth and walk towards the restaurant.

Wang Ziqing waved to Qiao Ansheng and motioned her to go over. She led Qiao Ansheng to Ren housekeeper and introduced him warmly.

"Come on, Ansheng, let me introduce you. This is steward Ren. In terms of seniority, you have to call him uncle Ren..."

housekeeper?

Qiao Ansheng thought of this word and looked at each other carefully again. The well-cut dovetail dress was combined with the housekeeper image she imagined in her heart.

Since it was introduced by Wang Ziqing, Qiao Ansheng shouted obediently: "Uncle Ren, hello..."

The other party is smiling, waving and shaking his head.

"Oh! I really can't afford the sound of Uncle Ren from the young lady and the young master. "

Qiao Ansheng glanced at each other again.

A pair of golden rimless frames hung on the bridge of the housekeeper's nose. He looked almost seventy years old. His eyes were hidden behind his eyes, his smile narrowed, and the long mirror chain hung on his chest pocket.

"Ansheng, what's the matter with you in such a hurry?"

When Wang Ziqing saw her entering the house, she was still breathing a little urgently, and asked with concern.

Qiao Ansheng glanced at Prince Qing and took out his notebook from his arms: "grandma, I'm here. It's really something important. Can I talk to you alone?"

Wang Ziqing did not hesitate: "OK, let's go upstairs and say."

She turned her head and looked at Qin Guang who followed behind her: "you and Lao Ren continue to go down. I'll talk to Ansheng for a while..." Qiao Ansheng bent over Qin Guangyan slightly. Qin Guangyan waved his hand and motioned her to follow Wang Ziqing without saying anything.

But when Qiao Ansheng followed Prince Qing upstairs, he vaguely seemed to notice that Youdao's sight fell behind him.

She subconsciously turned back, but she could only see Qin Guangyan talking to housekeeper Ren and sitting on the chessboard in the downstairs living room.

She frowned and looked back without much thought.

Wang Ziqing took her all the way to a small reception hall on the third floor. The so-called small is actually smaller than the special living room downstairs.

The space here is full of two large ordinary family living rooms, but it should be because few people come. Everything in this place has a very new feeling.

The leather sofa was placed neatly on it.

Wang Ziqing asked Qiao Ansheng to sit on the sofa. When he went to the door, he first looked out the door and made sure there was no one, so he closed the Fu's carved wooden door.

"Ansheng, come on, this place has a good sound insulation effect."

Wang Ziqing sat opposite Qiao Ansheng, sitting upright and listening.

Qiao Ansheng has basically cleared her mind on the way here, but when she really wants to say it, she still doesn't know where to start first.

She had to take a deep breath. There was a faint fragrance in the air. She simply took a few more breaths. Quan should be calm and sort out her thoughts slightly.

Don't mess now, especially calm down.