reborn wealthy daughter-in-law

Chapter 734 The Wife



Chapter 734 The Wife

Chapter 734 The Wife

"Well, listen to you, wife," Shen Chenyuan whispered in her ear.

Hearing this, Qian Xiaoduo felt as if his brain was bleeding, his body was stiff, he turned his head slowly, stared blankly at Shen Chenyuan, saw the smile in his eyes, then lowered his head and shyly looked at his feet.

"Who is your wife?" replied coquettishly, walked into the room shyly, Shen Chenyuan held the water glass, took a sip, and then was surprised how sweet it was, she knew that she didn't like sweet things the most, Now... I sniffed it before, and it turned out to be the case.

Holding the water glass and smiling, he walked into the room, closed the door behind him, and finally turned off the last light in the room

The person standing below couldn't help but sigh deeply when he heard the conversation above, but what happened to the injury just now?Shen Chenyuan was injured!Why he didn't know at all, not even Shen Zhouxiong.

Wu Suping got up slightly, saw the person standing by the bed, and turned on the light, "Why don't you go to bed, it's so late."

"After Duoduo came back, did I tell you that Chen Yuan was injured?" Qian Zhenchang asked, since he heard their conversation just now, he was very concerned. Since he was injured, why didn't he say it, and they were so Coming back suddenly, I always felt that their coming back this time had something to do with Shen Chenyuan's injury.

"What are you talking about, Chen Yuan is not well, how could he get hurt, and if he gets hurt, wouldn't Chen Yuan's father know? You often play chess and drink tea together, and he won't tell you, okay, hurry up Go to bed, it's already late," he said, and continued to lie down and fell asleep, ignoring the people beside him.

Qian Zhenchang didn't think so, but in their conversation just now, it was obvious that Chen Yuan was injured, why there was no news at all, could it be that his daughter was hiding something from him?

In the early morning of the next day, Qian Zhenchang went to the street to buy vegetables. When he walked to the street corner, he saw a brand new car parked there. He had ridden in Jiang Yixuan's car before, and knew that this car was expensive. Now there is money here. There are people, but I am afraid that there is no car that wants to buy such a luxury. Is this someone here?

After looking at it for a while, just as he was about to leave, a voice came, "Brother Qian...you wait."

Qian Zhenchang turned his head and saw his neighbor, "Brother, why do you look nervous?"

"Oh, I said Brother Qian, I really can't see that you have such rich relatives, and you are still so young," sighed for a while, and then glanced in the direction of the car.

Qian Zhenchang was full of doubts, followed his gaze in confusion, saw the car, and murmured in his heart, seeing that what he said was not true, but when did he have such a rich relative in his family.

"Brother Qian, did you see that relative of yours is there, that's the one," he said while pointing at the person who was walking by.

Looking in the direction he pointed, I saw a group of people coming. The man in the middle was wearing sunglasses and well-dressed. At first glance, he knew that he was not an ordinary person, and he was still so young. The people next to him, personally He is serious and respects the people in the middle.

Moreover, this man is still so young, he seems to be about the same age as his own daughter, but his relatives have no impression of this man.

"Brother Qian, he came here early in the morning to check on your house. It just so happened that you came here. I'll go first," the neighbor said before leaving.

Qian Zhenchang stood aside, nodded to his neighbors, turned his head to look at the people who came over, he was very sure in his heart that there was no such relative, and there was a burst of uneasiness that did not come, as if something bad was about to happen.

(End of this chapter)


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