C13 Shifter

Recalling what he had done to himself last night, he felt like banging his head on a pillar, acting cute and asking to be caressed. What the hell was that!?

Where is your moral integrity?

Where is your chastity?

Seeing the little guy's expression, Qiao Lianjiao could not bear to see such an expression. She stroked his smooth black hair and said softly, "Okay, as long as you are obedient, I will still like you."

"Oh." The little guy subconsciously nodded his head, then immediately reacted. He angrily flipped the table over: "Who said that because you don't like it!"

"If you say so, then so be it."

"I really am not!" The little guy was about to go berserk.

"I believe it. If you say it's not true, then it's not true." Her long and narrow eyes were filled with a smile that was not a smile. Her fair and pretty face slightly tilted to the side as she called for the fan to remove everything. She picked up a book and started reading.

"I …" The little guy was on the verge of death. Seeing Rulan whispering that she was fine, we understood and wished we could send her flying with a single slap.

"..."

As the night approached, Qiao Liangjiao changed into her "battle uniform" and two peach blossoms blossomed on the sides of her eyebrows, dyeing her small mouth red.

Ruo Lan and Pai Di followed by Qiao Liangjin's side with their chins held high. They still had their usual arrogant and domineering appearances.

Zi Yan remained in the room and Yu Sheng, who was trapped in the cage, was staring at each other to prevent the little thing from taking the opportunity to run around blindly.

The three swaggered to the front of the main hall, Qiao Liangjiao took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Tonight would definitely be another tiring feast for the family.

He hadn't even set foot inside the door when he heard a soft voice come from behind him. It was so soft that it could melt a person's bones.

"Big Sister Jin'er!"

Second Miss Qiao Yin walked over leisurely. Her goose-yellow clothes made her entire demeanor appear even more gentle, just like her mother and second aunt behind her.

Her eyebrows were curved and she was smiling merrily as she moved close to Qiao Liangjiao's side. Her appearance was very cute and lovable.

A trace of impatience flashed across Qiao Liangjiao's eyes. She didn't stop her steps and walked straight into the inner hall.

Qiao Yin didn't know what to do, but she had long since gotten used to it. She carelessly followed behind Qiao Liangjiao, and as soon as she entered the door, she sweetly called out, "Grandmother, Yin'er misses you."

As he spoke, he quickly walked past Qiao Liang and took the lead to arrive in front of Old Madam Qiao.

"Let Grandma see, what is this writing?" Oh... It's my home. It's written very well. " Old Madam Qiao's laughter rang out. She did not even glance at Qiao Yin as she embraced a nine-year-old boy.

The boy's eyes were dark and embedded in a pair of peach blossom eyes. His skin was snow-white. When he smiled, there was a dimple at the corner of his mouth. He was really adorable.

This was the youngest son of her stepmother, Joan of Arc.

Qiao Yin felt unresigned, but she didn't dare to open her mouth. She could only suppress her expression and obediently sit in her seat, holding onto her pastries to vent her anger.

"Let me see, what did Siyuan write?"

Just as Qiao Liangjiao was about to speak, Qiao Siyuan came out of Old Madam Qiao's embrace with a face full of joy. He held the words he had written and hurriedly ran to her side, offering them as if they were treasures. His distinct black and white eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Elder sister, look." He laughed, revealing two small canines.

Qiao Liangjiao held it in her hand and looked around for a long time before shaking her head and saying, "No, okay, your writing is too stingy, a man, why do you write like a girl?"

The light in Jose's eyes immediately went out. He stared at the words on the white paper for a long time before saying in disappointment, "Siyuan remembers big sister's teachings."

"What do you know!" When Old Madam Qiao saw her obedient grandson acting in such a manner, she was instantly infuriated.

He angrily slapped the table, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain and contempt. He looked at the two servants behind her who looked down on everyone with their noses in the air, and then angrily pointed his walking stick at Qiao Liangjiao: "Look at how well you did at the palace entrance. You are throwing our Qiao family's face away!"

"Grandma, don't blame me. Siyuan didn't write well enough." Joss saw that Qiao Liangjiao was being scolded, so she immediately held on to Mrs. Qiao's arm, her face full of sincerity.

Qiao Ya, who was seated at the side, hated her younger brother the moment she saw his appearance.

A month ago, like everyone else, Qiao Siyuan hated this fat female hooligan. However, he didn't know what kind of bewitching soup Qiao Liangjiao had drank, but his attitude suddenly underwent a 180 degree change.

Because of Old Madam Qiao's favoritism, Qiao Siyuan was normally very proud and arrogant. He would probably not scold anyone, nor would he call anyone his elder sister. Instead, he called her by her name and made her even closer to him and Yue Er, his two biological sisters!

"I can see that Siyuan's handwriting is pretty good." The one who said this was Qiao Yin's cousin, Qiao Ningzi. She had just turned 17, and due to the fortune-teller's words, her marriage before reaching the age of 18, her family would be exterminated. She was still unmarried.

Qiao Si Yuan rolled his eyes at Qiao Ning Zi and arrogantly said, "That is because you can only see the surface. You can't see the connotations. It's superficial!"

Qiao Ningzi's delicate little face instantly turned ashen, but she only smiled and said nothing more.