After all, Han Xianglan said that from then on, she really won't have this daughter anymore.

Or maybe this woman is crueler than a man, and his younger brother is in a dilemma now.

He was even more embarrassed. Han Xianglan refused to recognize her daughter. What should he do with his uncle?

If you continue to interact, you will be a little suspicious of using Qiao Qingyu, but Qiao Qingyu must have recognized them.

If you unilaterally cut off contact, what should Qiao Qingyu do?

How could Qiao Qingyu, who is married so far away, not even her family?

However, the Qiao family saw Han Xianglan's stubbornness.

She really doesn't interact with the He family and He Shan.

Things are not collected, they are not seen.

There wasn't even a word.

If you want to break it, it is really a complete break.

The two villages were not far away. He saw Heshan squatting by the river with his own eyes, a young man in his twenties crying like a child.

Qiao Zhiyuan wiped his face and slowly exhaled the breath he had held in his heart. It was okay, probably it was too short.

But then my heart sank, it seems that this is not a matter of time or time.

...

When He Xiuyu came home from get off work, Qiao Qingyu had already prepared the meal.

Standing in the yard, I smelled the scent of the food.

He shouted to the pretty figure in the kitchen, "Qiao Qingyu, come out."

Qiao Qingyu turned around and looked.

I could see the flower pots placed on the steps at a glance.

There are almost dozens of them, the same size, dark red, and there are various patterns on it.

Qiao Qingyu shook her hand, walked out of the kitchen, stood on the steps, and then squatted down and looked at the flower pots one by one.

She had never seen her in the market, nor in the county.

It's very beautiful in shape, not stupid at all.

Qiao Qingyu, who was squatting on the ground, looked up at He Xiuyu who was looking at her with his eyebrows slightly lowered.

She smiled, "Where did you buy so many flower pots? It's so beautiful..."

"I took the time to burn it..."

He Xiuyu's voice was light and faint.

He felt that for Qiao Qingyu, there was no need to be a person who did good deeds without leaving a name, nor was there any need to play the game you guessed and I guessed.

Just get straight to the topic.

"The baskets of red willow woven are not bad, but they are not as durable as the pots burned from the red mud slope three hundred miles away from the base."

At this time, He Xuerong had already picked up a flower pot, but she was standing in front of Qiao Qingyu, staring at Qiao Qingyu with black black eyes.

The little girl feels very keen.

She felt that today's aunt was different from the old ones.

But she didn't know why it was different, and she couldn't express her feelings. She just stood in front of Qiao Qingyu with a flower pot in her arms and stood motionless.

He Xiuyu is a person with extremely keen observation skills and a person who is good at reading micro-expressions. This may have something to do with his work, so he actually noticed the hidden emotions of Qiao Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu was not very happy today.

Her mood seemed a little depressed, but she hid it very well.

Can he ask what happened?

After a moment of silence, Qiao Qingyu said sincerely, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful and you can even make flower pots. They are all very beautiful, just what I need, thank you."

"You're welcome." He Xiuyu curled the corners of his mouth and asked Qiao Qingyu gently, "What do you do with these flower pots? Should they all be moved into the house or temporarily placed in the yard outside?"
Chapter completed!