Master's Million Blind Wife

3Qiao An was shocked again and a surge of inexplicable excitement rolled in her chest. Her voice was fervent, "I also have a few old clothes with the word 'An' embroidered on it, so it is called Qiao An..."     4

    

"This is too much of a coincidence." The emotions between Qin Jingzhi's eyebrows could be seen with the naked eye. His tone was a little hurried. "I promised her before that I would help her find her family..."    

    

He did not expect that there would be progress so soon.    

    

Qin Jingzhi clicked on the picture. "So this Wang Meini..."    

    

"Not necessarily." Regarding this matter, Qiao An was very rational. "I feel that this matter is not very normal. Anyway, you help me check whether the appraisal report is true or not. We will discuss the rest of the matters in detail."    

    

Qin Jingzhi nodded. "Alright, we will contact at any time."    

    

Qiao An agreed. " Hmm... But before the definite result, this matter should also be kept a secret."    

    

What she meant was to keep it a secret from Huo Chengzhou.    

    

She did not know why, but she especially did not want to rely on Huo Chengzhou. Perhaps it was because she knew in her heart that this man was not hers.    

    

If she relied on too much, she wouldn't be able to get away so easily.    

    

So she would rather not rely on him.    

    

"Alright." Qin Jingzhi agreed without hesitation. "I hope there will be a result as soon as possible. I can give Ah Ning an explanation."    

    

The two chatted for a while more and it was almost time. Qiao An got up. "I have to go back first. My family is still waiting for me to eat lunch."    

    

"Okay." Qin Jingzhi got up and sent Qiao An out of the coffee shop. He watched her get into the car and leave, but he stood there for a long time without moving.    

    

Ah Ning, I finally have an idea about your background.    

    

Don't worry, I will definitely help you find your family.    

    

...    

    

When Qiao An returned to the house, Aunt Faang had just brought lunch to the table and she had already sorted out her emotions. After washing her hands, she sat at the dining table, "Aunt Faang, it smells so good. What do you want to eat today?"    

    

"Acidic Vegetable Fish." Aunt Faang placed the dishes in front of her. "Sir is ready to help you prepare the dishes."    

    

Huo Chengzhou, who was sitting quietly across from Aunt Faang, cast a sidelong glance at her and coughed lightly. "Who said that? When someone comes back, he did not say hello to me. It is obvious that he does not need me. I do not have any sense of existence in this family."    

    

Qiao An raised her hand to support her forehead and looked over with a smile. "Good afternoon, Mr. Huo. I came back hungry and the first thing I thought of was to eat. Do you have to be calculative about this?"    

    

"That's right." Aunt Faang chimed in, "The vinegar of eating pickled fish is the first serving of our Sir! It will make people laugh their teeth off if it is spread out."    

    

"Haha..."    

    

The two of them laughed a few times. Huo Chengzhou's fingers tapped on the table, "Eat!"    

    

Aunt Faang smiled and left. Qiao An put away the smile on her face and there was a touch of gentleness in her eyes. "Thank you Mr. Huo for helping me prepare the dishes. I want to eat more pickled vegetables."    

    

Huo Chengzhou,... "Do it yourself!"    

    

Although he said that, Huo Chengzhou still helped Qiao An put the pickled vegetables and fish into the plate next to her hand. The fish bones were cut clean and the pickled vegetables were arranged neatly.    

    

Qiao An's heart warmed slightly.    

    

Although she did not want to rely on Huo Chengzhou, eating did not matter.    

    

After all, in the hearts of those who worked for meals, eating was the most important.    

    

Qiao An ate to her heart's content as she praised Huo Chengzhou from time to time, "Mr. Huo is really good at picking fish bones... Mr. Huo picked really good pickled vegetables... Mr. Huo... "    

    

"Enough." Huo Chengzhou interrupted her boot-licking." You keep calling Mr. Huo 'Mr. Huo'. It sounds awkward even when you are speaking sincerely. "    

    

Qiao An asked, "Then why else would I call you?"