C7 Faint at the Slightest Disagreement

Mi Qiao's heart sank from its peak to its lowest point.

She silently turned off the screen and stared blankly at the ceiling. It seemed like she had a wishful thinking about it.

At this moment, Xing Mowei pushed open the bedroom door and entered. He asked expressionlessly:

"Hungry?" We'll have breakfast together. "

Mi Qiao immediately sat up, pretending as if nothing had happened as she replied:

"I'm hungry. I've been hungry for a long time."

Xing Mowei did not say anything else, opened the door and led him to the restaurant.

Walking along the long corridor, Mi Qiao carefully followed behind him, feeling nervous and uneasy.

She wanted to go back and see the girl in the photo. What did she look like?

"That, I, I want to go back and get something. My headband is left in the room?"

Her words were a bit sloppy. After all, she felt guilty.

Xing Mowei's tall back stopped and his straight back slightly moved.

"Go. Come back quickly."

Mi Qiao replied with an "oh" before running back.

She pushed open the heavy double doors and searched the bookcases outside the room.

Weird, he was still holding it just now, but why did it disappear now?

She flipped through the books on the bookshelves. They were all neatly coded, so how could they be inside?

Mi Qiao pursed her lips and looked down at the main desk in front of the bookcase.

Was it in the drawer?

She reached out her hand and slowly opened the first drawer. She checked if there was anything inside.

Then she opened the second and the third.

She took a deep breath and prayed for the fourth.

He reached out and the drawer was locked.

'Forget it, 'she thought in disappointment.' So what if I know? '

Mi Qiao turned around and was about to leave when she saw an exquisite blue and white porcelain pen container at the corner of the table.

Could it be here?

Hope burned in her heart once more as she reached out to touch it. Her fingers came in contact with a cold metal. It was a key.

She happily took the key and opened the fourth drawer. Unexpectedly, her fingers started to tremble.

He finally opened the drawer and found the framed photo inside.

The photo was facing down, and on the back, it was clearly written:

He didn't know what was going on.

At the bottom, it was signed with two words: Yuqing.

It was clearly a girl's name. It was a delicate and beautiful handwriting, and he hoped that it would be the opposite of her name.

She made a wager with herself, against her will: the girl in the picture was beautiful, but she wanted to lose.

He slowly turned the photo frame over, as if he was waiting for her death sentence.

To her disappointment, the girl in the photo was incredibly beautiful.

Her hair was tied over her shoulders and curled up like a cornstalk. A red hairpin was stuck to her forehead, making her look even whiter and more delicate.

Her facial features were just right. Smiling as she laid on the ground, she raised up an LV bag that she would never be able to buy in her entire life.

The only thing she couldn't guess was her size, because she could only see her upper body from her prone position.

In her heart, Mi Qiao hoped that she was a short man who was even smaller than herself. Although she was only 1.62m, she hoped that the other party was 1.4m.

Suddenly, her eyes became sore and she tilted her head to hold back the boiling heat.

How laughable, she had only seen a few ice sculptures, how could they be worth her tears.

There was a knock on the door, which frightened Mi Qiao so much that she stuffed everything into a drawer, pulled out the key and threw it into the pen holder.

"It's really hard to find. I had to look for it for a long time before I found it. I'll be here soon."

Mi Qiao changed into a happy expression and left.

Once again, one in front and one behind, Mi Qiao looked at the 1.8 meter tall man in front of her. She had a complicated feeling in her heart that made her want to approach him.

When they arrived at the dining room, the two of them sat by the Old Master's side.

The Old Master looked at the two of them with a glowing face. His white beard started to rise, and started to tremble.

He picked up a piece of Red Braised Meat and put it into Mi Qiao's bowl.

"Qiao, did you sleep well last night?"

Mi Qiao didn't know how to reply. Her heart was pounding. She had only been in this strange place for two days and had slept in the man's room for two nights.

If one were to say that she was uninterested in the male host before, no one would believe it even if they beat her to death.

"Yes."

Of course, Mi Qiao didn't know that the Old Master drugged her in the soup, but she guessed that the Old Master was purposely trying to seduce her and Xing Mowei.

"As long as you sleep well, then alright. Grandpa is afraid that you might not get used to sleeping?

Men of our Xing Family have always been responsible for our actions. As long as we recognize you as our man, we will definitely be responsible for you.

"Qiao, don't worry. Grandfather will vouch for you on this point."

With that, the Old Master picked up the other end of the chopsticks and poked Xing Mowei's arm.

"Isn't that so, brat? Hurry up and make a move! "

Xing Mowei just nodded. He sat upright with chopsticks in his hand as he ate the rice in the bowl slowly without even raising his eyes.

The obvious perfunctory response caused the Old Master to feel very dissatisfied, knocking the chopsticks on the side of his bowl.

"Since you also agree with me, you two can go and get your marriage certificate after breakfast today."

The Old Master's words made Mi Qiao, who was eating, spit out her food.

She quickly used a piece of paper to clean up the mess in front of her. Wasn't this too fast?

"Grandfather, I, I still haven't thought about it. "Besides, we just met."

The Old Master's eyes were wide open, a smile could be seen in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, what's there to think about? People all say that this is what it means to strike iron while it's hot.

Your grandmother and I had just met and got our marriage certificate the next day.

This is called making love for life at first sight. "

When the Old Master got to the point where he was happy, he began to wave his chopsticks and sing.

Mi Qiao looked speechlessly at Xing Mowei, who was quietly eating by the side, with a pleading look.

"No, this is my bottom line.

You can do whatever you want with the rest. "

Xing Mowei's voice seemed to come from an icehouse, it was so cold that it made people shiver.

Although Mi Qiao didn't want to get married, she was still disappointed to hear such an emotionless reply.

She lowered her head and ate the rice as if she didn't care.

With a "pa" sound, the Old Master's chopsticks knocked on Xing Mowei's arm.

"What's your bottom line? What's your bottom line?

"Come, tell me, you unworthy descendant, you only know how to anger me."

The Old Master was really angry. He felt like he had broken his promise to Mi Qiao just now. He was really disgraced and didn't show any mercy when he made his move.

Xing Mowei was in so much pain that he hissed and threw away his chopsticks. He crossed his arms and revealed a painful expression on his handsome face.

"Grandfather, you have to be reasonable. What happened between us?"

"Stinky brat, you, you guys are already like that, how are you guys doing? What do you want?

"If you don't agree, I'll … I'll …"

Before the Old Master could finish, the chopsticks in his hand dropped. His chin was raised high in the air, and he let out a sound of "uh, uh, uh", as if he was mad and fell straight towards Xing Mowei.

"Grandfather, what's wrong?"

Mi Qiao was so scared that she stood up immediately and reached out to grab the Old Master's hand. Xing Mowei had already pulled the Old Master up and laid him on the ground.

He raised his anxious eyes and shouted at Housekeeper Liu:

"Hurry up and dial our central hospital's number. Tell the ambulance to hurry over."