The second thousand and sixty-nine chapters, isn't what you have in your stomach the grandson o

"What, you are pregnant with Mo Han's child!"

Mrs. Qiao didn't care about the burn on her leg at all, and stood up from the sofa.

It wasn't until she blurted out these words that she suddenly realized something was wrong.

She widened her eyes, opened her lips slightly, covered her lips with one hand, and pointed at Su Qing's stomach with the other in disbelief: "No...no...it's impossible...our Mo Han, he obviously...he obviously...no Maybe, how could you..."

"That's right, madam, do you want to say that your family's Qiao Mohan is obviously going to die, so how can I conceive his child? Maybe, this child was born by me when I went out to have an affair with someone, didn't I?"

Su Qing's tone was calm, and the expression on her face was very calm.

In her words, it was as if what she said was someone else's business.

But the more indifferent she was, the more Madam Qiao felt uneasy. Looking at the indifference between her brows, she felt that her heart was sinking continuously.

Such indifference, not taking their Qiao family seriously at all, isn't that what it means to be confident?

But Su Qing is an ordinary woman, why is she so confident?

Only when the child in her belly is real can she be so confident!

Thinking of this, Mrs. Qiao felt a cold sweat break out from behind.

But at the same time, there was a kind of excitement welling up deep in my heart.

Their family's Mo Han's illness, could it be...could it be cured!

"Su Qing, Miss Su... Where are you talking about? You are with us Mo Han all day long, how could you go out with other men. Oh, don't rush away, come, come... Come and sit, let's sit first Come down and talk."

Regardless of whether Su Qing's stomach is real or not, Madam Qiao will never allow her to leave at this time.

She had to ask clearly, she had to ask clearly, what was going on.

"Talk about it? That's not good... just now Mrs. Qiao said that I would disappear immediately after I got the check... Now that I have got the check, I should do what I said. Now that the words have been brought, please remember, Mrs. Qiao Just tell Qiao Mohan for me, I'll leave first, and I won't stay here to hinder Mrs. Qiao's eyes."

"No, no, no, it's not an eyesore, it's not an eyesore at all. A check is a check, and it's another matter if I let you sit with me. Miss Su... Oh, no Xiaoqing, don't go, come on... ... sit with me."

Even though the injury on her calf was painful, Mrs. Qiao still gritted her teeth and insisted on walking over, pulling Su Qing back.

Just kidding, it's this time, how can I let Su Qing go.

This is a major matter related to the Qiao family, let alone a check of 200 million, even a check of 1 billion, you can't let him go!

"Heh, since Madam wants to talk to me, a junior, let me sit down for a while. But I don't have much time, I can talk for ten minutes at most, and I have to go to the set later, and the filming is not over yet."

"The studio?" Mrs. Qiao immediately became anxious when she heard this, "How can you go to the studio! There are so many people on the studio, and the people there are so rude. If someone doesn't have eyes and bumps into you, then my My good grandson is not..."

"Well, dear grandson?" Su Qing tilted her head and frowned.

"Bumped into me, what does it have to do with your good grandson, where is the good grandson?"

Mrs. Qiao was taken aback, pointed at Su Qing's stomach and said, "You... what's in your stomach, isn't it the grandson of our Qiao family?"