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    Chu Qiaoqiao let out a long sigh, what is all this?

    Originally, he had planned to rest here a little and earn some more silver, but he had caused so many troubles in vain, so he might as well have left in the first place.

    “Mother.”

    Little Apricot smashed her eyes and pressed her little face against the back of Chu Qiaoqiao’s hand rubbing and rubbing, like an obedient puppy.

    “You!”

    Looking at this adorable little dot, Chu Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but barf a mouthful.

    Xin Er was kissed by Chu Qiaoqiao instantly reddened her cheeks, and those small eyes carved out of a single mold stared double round.

    “Is the little thing hungry?”

    Chu Qiaoqiao was managed to amuse her with this expression and burst out laughing.

    “Not hungry.”

    Little Apricot shook her head, but nay her stomach always sang against him, gurgling and rumbling, so shy that she immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, causing Chu Qiaoqiao to laugh.

    The ridiculed Little Apricot couldn’t help but puff out her cheeks with a chagrined look.

    Laughing enough Chu Qiaoqiao touched the little apricot’s head, ready to go to the kitchen to cook some noodle lumps, originally wanted to let the little apricot stay in the room, that fits the girl extraordinarily sticky, had to bring it to the kitchen.

    In Changqing’s house, Changqing’s mother and son looked at each other, their eyes staring at the twenty taels of silver on the table in dismay.

    When Changqing’s legs fell off, coincidentally, it was the most difficult time for their Mu family.

    at that time

    When there is a natural disaster, how can you have money left over to treat your leg when you can’t even eat?

    What’s more, a medical center is not a good house, not to mention curing the sick, even the money for grabbing medicine is not enough.

    So there were delays and delays, and when they finally had money in their hands, they were informed that Changqing’s leg was simply hopeless.

    Mor Changhe could only beg bitterly, but was told that if it was an imperial physician from the capital, there might be a glimmer of hope.

    In fact, at that time, that medical practitioner intended to tell them not to hold out hope, but who knew that they persisted, saved their money, and saved their money just for that slim hope.

    But even so, after so many years, he had only saved fifteen taels of silver.

    Yu’s eyes were complicated, the thought that she had misunderstood Chu Qiaoqiao before made her sit up and take notice.

    “Changhe, didn’t that ex-mother tell you to save it? Are you sure it’s really gone?”

    Yu hesitantly opened her mouth, although she also didn’t really want to not accept Chu Qiaoqiao, but no matter what, that was the woman that her own son was explicitly married to.

    That detached “Auntie Mu” did poke her heart, but she didn’t blame Chu Qiaoqiao, after all, it was them who didn’t understand the original story and speculated wildly.

    “How can that be? I put my money right under the bed, and it’s really gone.”

    After Chang Qing finished speaking, he bent down, lying on the edge of the bed, and painstakingly moved the loose stone on the floor.

    But when the stone was removed, the purse that had been hidden under the floorboards remained

    Lying there peacefully.

    “Long River!”

    Mor Changhe wrinkled his eyebrows and let out a long helpless sigh, what is all this?

    Yu’s walked forward and opened the heavy purse, scattered, fine and crumbled not much not less than the fifteen taels they had saved.

    Changhe also shrunk his shoulders and lowered his head because of Stranger Changhe’s scolding, his face full of resentment.

    “Isn’t that what I said? He hasn’t been any good since he arrived at our house, cut, he’s so ugly, he doesn’t deserve you big brother.”

    Changqing remained unforgiving and not only was he unrepentant, he continued.

    “Pop!”

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