Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 869 The Eighty Little Wolf Dog, A Little Pulling (13)

When the old village chief heard this, his expression became more serious: "Mrs. Su! If you dare to talk nonsense anymore, your family will get me out of Xiaohe Village. Don't cause our Xiaohe Village to be criticized by the government."

   "Also, immediately give the money to Chunfang and his wife, and Tian will immediately transfer the ownership to them."

  Su Qiao's eyes rolled, and he said solemnly: "The village chief, their thoughts are too dangerous. I don't want to get along with them, so I want to make a contract and cut off relations with them. I hope everyone can give me a testimony."

  Although the old village chief was a little surprised, he didn't think much.

  After all, the Su family did this thing very unnaturally, it was they who broke Su Qiao's mother and daughter's heart first.

  So he just hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't get involved in the future, it saves them much shit."

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  After Su Qiao’s efforts, she and her mother finally broke off with Su’s family.

  After everyone left, Mrs. Liu counted the red, green and green tickets on the table over and over again: "Qiao Er, is this...is this true? Grandma still can't believe it."

  Su Qiao sat at the wooden table and slowly drank the chrysanthemum tea that lowered the fire:

   "Of course, you collect the money, Tian Qi, you also find a secret place to put it away. From now on, the three of us will depend on each other."

  "Yes, yes, you have to collect it. This is for you to go to college."

  Lady Liu hurriedly rolled up the money and Tian Qi with the old newspaper, put it into a small blue and white cloth bag, and went back to her house in a hurry.

  Su Qiao raised the teapot on the table and poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea for her mother: "Mom, you should be happy. Have you not suffered enough during the years in the Su family? Is it not enough to endure it?

  If they weren't too cruel, I should have a younger brother or younger sister at this time. "

   Hidden the money and came out, Mrs. Liu happened to hear this.

  Looking at the frustrated and extremely silent daughter at the table, she felt distressed and hated her for being unsatisfactory:

   "Girl, we Qiaoer is right, even if you don’t think for yourself, you have to think about it for Qiaoer."

   "I..." Liu Chunfang also knew that he should cheer up, but as long as he thinks of the man he wanted to marry back then, now he is carrying himself and other women...

  Su Qiao was speechless and didn't want to talk anymore.

  But this is her mother, and she can't really ignore it.

  Thinking about it, she continued: "Mom, do you know? If you don't take me out of Su's house, they will marry me to an old bachelor in the village next door.

  I heard that the man is almost forty years old, older than you, and he likes to beat people. The woman he used to be beaten by him. "

"what?"

"what?"

  Su Qiao's mother and her grandmother stood up almost at the same time, both of them looked angry.

   "Lady Su, a black-hearted old beggar, had known that I had just scratched her to death, so I dared to make such an idea."

  Liu Chunfang did not expect this to happen, and she, who has always been too mild-tempered, was also very angry: "Why are you not early, tell me?"

   "If you had said it earlier, I would fight them even if I had lost my life."

  Never mind bullying her, they still bullied her daughter like this, they couldn't bear it anyway.

  Su Qiao was speechless: "What are you fighting for? Your life is much more expensive than their gold, so you can't harm yourself because of them."

  Lady Liu nodded in agreement: "Qiao Er is right, how do you compare with people like them? It hurts yourself instead of doing it."

  "Fortunately, you have finally left the fire pit, and your dad can watch.

  Do you know that when he died, he was still muttering in his mouth. You shouldn’t be soft-hearted back then. Marry Su Youqing, the man who killed a thousand swords, according to your temperament. "

  (End of this chapter)