The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool

And Qiao Qing seemed to be determined to have the right to eat it. She still asked with a puzzled look: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Jun Yexuan, Mu Jingheng and others watched the father and daughter fighting, and their handsome faces twisted.

Quan Zexi stared angrily. Didn't he all say that his daughter was his father's intimate little padded jacket? Why is his little padded jacket so uncomfortable? !

"If Dad has nothing to do, Mr. Wan, you will..."

"I have something to do!!" Quan Zexi was completely defeated by her, and he stubbornly said: "In the future, I...I...I will be with your mother... ..... One... sleep in one room."

As soon as his voice fell, Jun Yexuan and the others couldn't help it anymore, and laughed out loud.

He Wanqing was taken aback.

Quan Zexi glared at Jun Yexuan and said, "Why are you laughing?! Be careful I don't let you marry my daughter!"

Jun Yexuan: "..."

This old man is really a soft pinch.

Qiao Qing said "Uh", "Dad really wanted to come out. If you want to sleep in a separate room, you can sleep in a separate room. If you want to sleep in a shared room, you can sleep in a shared room. It depends on whether your mom is happy. After so many deaths, Mom may remember them for you."

Quan Zexi: "..."

He was wrong. This little padded jacket was not only uncomfortable, but also leaked.

Qiao Qing looked at He Wanqing, "Mom, do you agree that Dad will sleep in a room with you?"

Quan Zexi immediately turned his head to look at He Wanqing, with pitiful eyes like a pug.

He Wanqing turned his head to avoid his gaze, "I'd better separate it first. I am also used to sleeping by myself, and suddenly multiple people feel uncomfortable."

Although she had accepted all the arrangements and reprimands she had made to him in the two days she was here, and hadn't refuted it much, it didn't mean that she wouldn't have lumps in her heart.

Now that he has recovered his memory, it doesn't mean that she can forget how he was when he shouted at him. She felt wronged when he thought about it.

Quan Zexi heard what He Wanqing said, and his heart was suddenly choked, but he also knew that this was his own fault.

Thinking of making up for the dead sheep, before it was too late, he turned to squat on one knee beside He Wanqing’s bed, held her hand, and said in a sincere tone: "Late Qing, I was wrong. For the sake of my amnesia, you forgive me. How am I?"

He Wanqing said: "Okay."

Quan Zexi was overjoyed upon hearing this.

He Wanqing continued, "Remember to bring the door when you go out."

Quan Zexi: "..."

Mu Jingheng laughed again after hearing this.

Jun Yexuan also opened his mouth to watch the excitement and said: "Uncle, you are so insincere in apologizing like this. You have to kneel down on a durian or keyboard to show that you really regret it. When the time comes, the aunt will feel distressed. My heart is softened."

Quan Zexi's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and turned his head and glared at him fiercely, "Fuck you! What kind of bad idea?! How can I do that kind of low price?!"

Jun Yexuan: "..."

Others present: "..."

Qiao Qing said, "I think it's a good idea. When you hurt your mother's heart, you are happy. An apology is not about this or that, and you want to make her feel softer?"

Quan Zexi: "..."

This little padded jacket is not only leaking, but also wet.

"Qingqing, you don't love Dad anymore." Quan Zexi poutedly could hang a soy sauce bottle.

Qiao Qing coughed lightly, "I'm just making suggestions to Dad. Of course, it's okay if Dad can't help you. Then it's mother's business to forgive you."

When Quan Zexi heard this, he turned his head and looked at He Wanqing, "Late Qing..."