Chapter 2198 Wife...

After all, Mr. Qiao is also a man of dignity.

No matter how absurd Qiao Mohan is in normal times, those are all small troubles in private, and the impact on Qiao's is almost negligible.

But today's wedding is different.

With so many celebrities and reporters broadcasting the wedding, it almost became the focus of the whole city.

Su Qing's escape from marriage not only hit Qiao Mohan in the face, but also the Qiao family's face.

Qiao's grandson, the heir's wedding, the bride actually ran away.

Mr. Qiao can guess without looking at it. Qiao's stocks tomorrow will definitely be affected.

Thinking of this, the old man became more and more disgusted with Su Qing's ignorant behavior - he was going to arrange people to go down after hanging up the phone to deal with emergency measures.

In addition, Mr. Qiao is also planning to arrange someone to take Qiao Muer back to his side immediately.

If possible, it's best to send it abroad and keep Su Qing away.

As for the one in Su Qing's stomach, when he sends someone to find it, he will spy on it secretly.

When the baby was born, he took it for a DNA test. If it was really the child of the Qiao family, he would naturally have to bring it back.

In the final analysis, Mr. Qiao is not a soft-hearted person, otherwise he would not have been able to lead the Qiao family out of the siege of the business and political circles back then, and be on his own.

He is not Qiao Mohan, he has no feelings for Su Qing, and he is not even optimistic about Su Qing.

Since Su Qing didn't grasp the last chance, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

"Old man, wait, wait..." Just as the old man was about to hang up the phone, Mrs. Qiao's eager voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What else, tell me quickly." Mr. Qiao's tone was deep, and it was obvious that he was hiding his impatience.

He's still busy with business.

Mrs. Qiao Jiang Manyun's slender eyebrows were tightly knit together, wishing she could pinch the flies to death.

She also really didn't want to face the old man like this, but if she didn't say anything, she was afraid that the old man would find out and blame him in the future.

"Dad, it's like this... Su Qing was not the only one who disappeared at the wedding, but Mu'er was actually there. Mu'er also..."

"What, how did you do it! Knowing Mo Han's current situation, you actually let that woman take Mu'er away!" Mr. Qiao's steady momentum finally collapsed.

He could always face Su Qing with a condescending attitude.

The main reason is because of Qiao Muer.

Su Qing couldn't snatch Qiao Mu'er away back then, but now as long as she can't snatch her away, she can have the nail on her back.

Mr. Qiao has no personal relationship with Su Qing, and he has never even met her face to face.

In Grandpa Qiao's view, Su Qing is just an ambitious woman with a bad background and a complicated family who uses her children to climb up the ladder.

Mr. Qiao would never agree to hand over his great-granddaughter to this kind of woman.

"How could you just tell me this now. All of you, you really did more than fail..." The old man was so angry that he hung up the phone. He couldn't calm down any longer, and personally arranged for people to search for Su Qing throughout the city.

On the other side, Qiao Mohan had already been sent back to the manor by Lu Yuchen.

"Mo Han..."

"Needless to say, I know... you guys, let me be quiet." Qiao Mohan waved his hand to stop his friend's persuasion.

He refused Lu Yuchen and Xin Luo's follow, clutching the letter tightly in his hand, clutching the copy of Su Qing's last will, and walked into the bedroom.

Bang——

The door is closed, isolating the inside and outside of the house.

Qiao Mohan blocked Lu Yuchen and Yue Xinluo from the door, while he himself was 'imprisoned' in this warm bedroom this morning.

He walked step by step to the big bed placed in the middle of the bedroom.

There, it seems that there is still the remaining warmth of him embracing Su Qing and Mu'er when he got up this morning.

"Wife..." the man murmured.

The deep voice carried an unforgettable pain.

He hugged the pillow that Su Qing had slept on, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance belonging to Su Qing on it.

[There is another chapter at 23:30 p.m.]