Chapter 1250 Qin Qiao vs Zhan Qing

Chapter 1252

One is that she doesn't want him to worry, and the other is that she wants to solve the problem of Hei Yu herself.

As she walked in, Qiaoqiao became curious about this Master Mo.

What kind of person is so good at life and so tasteful?

Shura took Zhan Qing and Qiaoqiao into the hall and sat on the carved wooden chair.

Qiaoqiao didn't know what kind of wood this was, but it was worth a lot of money.

Shura stood beside Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao picked up the teacup, narrowed her eyes, and her hand was unstable, so the teacup slipped from her hand.

However, the teacup did not fall to the ground, but was caught steadily by Shura.

Zhan Qing saw Qiaoqiao's action and didn't say anything.

What Qiaoqiao wanted to do must have her reasons.

Qiaoqiao took another teacup and let go directly this time.

Shura leaned over and caught the teacup again.

"Good skills!" Qiaoqiao looked at Shura and smiled.

"Master Qiao, you are too kind!" Shura put the teacup in his hand on the table and said to Qiaoqiao.

Qiaoqiao's lips curled up slightly. She was a little uncomfortable to hear that other people called her Master Qiao except those around her.

"Let's have a fight some other day!" Qiaoqiao laughed.

Not to have a meal or to have tea, but to have a fight.

Simple, neat, straightforward and direct. Not to ask you if you want to have a fight, but to have a fight directly.

Shura's eyes paused obviously, as if he didn't expect Qiaoqiao to say such a thing.

Zhan Qing frowned slightly. He didn't want to have a fight.

"Hmm?" Without getting a response from Shura, Qiaoqiao asked with a hum.

"Look at Master Qiao's time!" Shura said respectfully.

Qiaoqiao smiled and said nothing, with a conspiracy in her narrowed eyes.

At this time, there was a cough, and Qiaoqiao looked over in the direction of the sound.

I saw a beautiful and cold woman pushing a wheelchair, and the man sitting in the wheelchair was coughing.

When Qiaoqiao saw this man, her eyes were amazed. There was actually such a beautiful man.

He was wearing a plain white brocade, a gentle and noble man, without any dust.

The eyes seemed to be soaked in water, with ripples of light.

The man's face was bloodless, but his lips were unusually red.

They all say sick beauties, but the man in front of him is a sick beauty who needs all kinds of care.

Because he coughs so beautifully...

It is not appropriate to describe a man with the word "beautiful", but in Qiaoqiao's opinion, this word is just right for him.

"Sorry to have kept Master Jiu waiting for a long time, cough...!"

The man said something and started coughing again.

When ordinary people cough, it will make people feel annoyed, but when this man coughs, it will only make people feel distressed.

Even if it is the first time they meet, Qiaoqiao will feel this kind of distressed feeling.

He thinks Uncle Jiu will feel the same, and anyone will feel the same, because this man is weak and needs protection.

"Master Mo is being polite, I am disturbing you!" Zhan Qing said with a smile.

Master Mo? He is Master Mo?

Qiaoqiao thought Master Mo should be a man in his forties or fifties with a fierce look.

However, she didn't expect Master Mo to be the man in front of her who could be blown away by a gust of wind.

And he was sitting in a wheelchair, which made Qiaoqiao a little confused.

There were five people in the hall, and three of them were masters...

Jiu Ye, Qiao Ye, Mo Ye, these days, masters have nothing to do with age, they are everywhere.

"Qiao Ye, long time no see, cough... cough..."

Mo Ye looked at Qiaoqiao, and after saying a word, he coughed several times.

When he coughed, his body was shaking, and he felt that if he coughed more severely, his heart would be broken.