Qiao Shiyu was lying on the bed, but she couldn’t sleep. She thought she could block Gu Moli, but whenever she closed her eyes, the scene of the car accident that night came into her mind very clearly, lingering around her like a nightmare.
Yan Xi in the living room couldn’t sleep either. His face should be hot until now, and his eyes were always staring at the bedroom.
Yan Xi wanted to commit suicide now. He was not so dirty before, but why did he become like this now?
When the sky turned white, Qiao Shiyu opened her eyes and went directly to the bottom of the building to buy breakfast.
Originally, I was a little malicious when I got up, but when I bought it, I was not hungry at all.
Qiao Shiyu looked at Yan Xi who was still sleeping, thought for a while, and then went to the bedroom again.
His son Qiao Jingcheng is still sleeping. He feels very comfortable and at ease when he can sleep with his kissing mother.
Even now that he is asleep, Qiao Jingcheng has a smile on his lips. Qiao Shiyu kisses his son’s forehead, and a smile appears on the corner of his mouth. Then he sits by the bed, takes out a pen and writes it, leaves a message and goes out.
In the early morning, the air is fresh.
The streets of City C seemed a little deserted. In addition, a few cold winds blew from time to time, Qiao Shiyu, who was walking on the street, couldn’t help but wrap her coat tightly.
Her steps accelerated unconsciously, but she had no destination.
However, behind her was a man, whose eyes were staring at Qiao Shiyu, sneaking.
Suddenly, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, looked respectfully at the person on the other end of the microphone, and said, “Director Yan, Miss Qiao and the President were in Lanyuan Community last night. There was nothing unusual, but Miss Qiao left early in the morning.”