Demon Chief: Haunting the Scapegoose Bride

Chapter 70 I can do it

The crackling sound made Huang Qiao feel depressed. She was busy with her masterpiece all morning, but it was completely destroyed by the old witch who was not used to it. She was unwilling, but she knew that even if she protested, it would be useless.

Because this is the Xiang family...

"I'm going to cook Chinese food." Huang Qiao turned around and ran into the kitchen...

An hour later, she served steaming steamed buns with vegetarian stuffing, clear porridge and cold pickles...

The old witch frowned: "Take a look at what time it is? It's almost nine o'clock. Is this still breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time." Huang Qiao figured out the habits of the old lady this time, and secretly made up her mind not to make mistakes in the future.

The old witch took a sip of the porridge with a small spoon, and immediately spit it out: "It's so unpalatable, it's so thick, is it still porridge?"

"Then I'll do it again." Huang Qiao didn't even frown, because she had already thought of such a situation.

In short, Xiang Zichen's mother doesn't like him, and everyone here doesn't like him, but what does it matter?

"Michelle, call the driver, I'm going out to eat." The old witch gave the order seriously, and the butler immediately carried it out.

In this family, Huang Qiao is at a loss like a superfluous person...

Xiang Zichen smiled: "I'm going to work, you two talk slowly."

After all, he walked out with his head held high, as if all this had nothing to do with him, this is him, don't look at the smile on his face, in fact he is the most indifferent person...

Thinking of being beaten by the cane last time, Huang Qiao knew Xiang Zichen's cold-bloodedness and vicious heart.

"What are you still doing in a daze, pack up your things, and make them spotless before I come back, or you will suffer." Mother Xiang stared at Huang Qiao fiercely, and rolled her wheelchair towards the door.

Huang Qiao squatted on the ground and began to clean up the tragedy. After a while, after cleaning up, there was a gurgling sound in her stomach, and she remembered that she hadn't eaten yet.

So she used a small bowl to hold the remaining porridge and pickles, and she took a simple bite. In the kitchen, a weak figure squatted there.

Who would have thought that she was the young mistress of this wealthy family?

In fact, some things are far less glamorous than what we see on the outside...

"I can do it, I can definitely get through it." Huang Qiao said in a low voice, comforting herself at the same time.

When the phone rang, she answered it immediately, thinking it was her parents, but it was not only Xiang Zichen...

"Put on a dress and accompany me to a party tonight." Before Huang Qiao finished speaking, she hung up the phone, as if it was an order.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, Huang Qiao changed into a white dress and was taken by the driver to the banquet location, which was a high-end private club.

Xiang Zichen was already waiting for him at the door, seeing her, Xiang Zichen showed a bright smile: "Honey, why are you here?"

Huang Qiao was taken aback for a moment, she had never seen Xiang Zichen being so affectionate to her before. Hearing the flashing lights around her, Huang Qiao realized that he was playing the role of a good husband just for show.

Holding Xiang Zichen's arm all the way in, it attracted many eyes, but most of them were ridicules. She knew what those women said about her behind her back.

"You'd better keep smiling and pretend that you are happy." Xiang Zichen warned in a low voice.

Huang Qiao forced a smile to face such accusations and ridicule...

"Qiaoqiao." A loud voice immediately attracted the attention of the audience, and Huang Qiao saw Shen Dongcheng standing not far away in a suit, waving at her silly.