Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Zhu Hongyun stopped crying all of a sudden, her sobs ceasing abruptly.


Tong Xingda's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but thinking of Qiao Xiaomai's demeanor, he held back.


Zhu Hongyun's words just now made some sense; the Tong Family usually married women from families less prestigious than theirs, so the women of the Tong Family were under his and Tong Tiehu's control, unable to make any significant waves.


Should he really let Tong Erlang divorce Zhu Hongyun and then marry someone who could stand up to Qiao Xiaomai?


But those capable of standing up to Qiao Xiaomai could only be the noble ladies, right?


Aristocratic Families' noble ladies, who would be willing to marry Tong Erlang, who was as hopeless as a wall of mud?


After going through the Aristocratic Families in the Capital City in his mind, Tong Xingda's head began to hurt.


Chapter 822 The Little Car is Ready_1