Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

"Poof!" Qiao Muwan looked at her lost teeth, her face green, and yelled: "Miao Zifu!"

Miao Zifu had already left, she pressed the bell next to it, and no doctor or nurse came, and her phone was broken.

In other words, she has nowhere to vent her anger now, not even anyone who helps her.

This time, she was full of blood.

Qiao Muwan could only push her wheelchair, walked into the bathroom, and began to brush her teeth.

When she finished scrubbing and came back, her heart was beating rapidly, looking at the man in the nursing room, and her teeth began to tremble.

As if feeling Qiao Muwan's breath, the man turned back and pulled Qiao Muwan's hair directly.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Qiao Muwan's hair was torn, and her whole body shivered.

"When you were away, did you toss yourself like this, ah? I struggled to save you, did you repay me this way?" the man said angrily, pressing Qiao Muwan's head against the bed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know... I don't know how this happened!" She tried very hard to hold her face, everything about her, but she didn't know why it was so.

The man slapped on Qiao Muwan's face, and Qiao Muwan didn't dare to cry.

She used to be ruthless and cruel, but in front of this man, she could be seen through any means.

She felt that this man was obviously cold and noble. Why was he so angry and volatile? It was a long time before she knew that this man seemed to have been hurt. She didn't dare to explore the specifics.

Because this man was too cold and cruel, he could not see a little smile and a little sunshine on him.

In short, on this day, Qiao Muwan was not as simple as losing a few teeth. When the man picked up the medicine cabinet and treated her wounds in person, Qiao Muwan thought that he had not gone crazy just now.

When the man left, Qiao Muwan looked at herself in the mirror. When she saw what she was like, she was still screaming with excitement for several months, and she still could not accept her unrecognizable.

When you think of the fake, ugliness is not your fault, it is wrong to come out scary.

Qiao Mu's puffy asthma attack almost killed her, and she was still alive in the end.

Country A

The recruitment exams for politicians in the spring are also over, and the results of the written test have also been published and published on major websites.

Some people rejoice and others worry.

Yun Bixue knew that he had put the list, and quickly ran into Xie Limo's study, borrowing his computer, to check the results.

Xie Limo looked at Yun Bixue's anxious look, frowned, "How do you check? I need an ID number and an admission ticket number."

Yun Bixue's eyes flicked, and then pulled out a bunch of admission tickets from behind, "This is what those people gave me."

Xie Limo raised an eyebrow. "How many undergraduate students did you fund?" He looked at the pile of admission tickets and felt that the number was indispensable.

Yun Bixue thought for a while, "Hundreds of people! I don't know the specifics, but they are all worth the subsidy. The character is absolutely passable. It is selected from all levels of the country."

Xie Limo raised his forehead. He knew her plan, but he didn't expect so many people, "Are you really planning to turn the dignitaries into your own?"

"It's a good job for the court, and it's the same now. Think about it. There are our officials in various departments. Isn't that good?" Yun Bixue thought, and his eyes began to shine.

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