When she opened her eyes, Kang Yurong was still lying on the table, she blinked her lazy eyes, yawned, and sat up slowly.

All she felt was that her head was swollen and dull, her neck was sore, and her throat was dry and smoking. She took several deep breaths, raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, it took a while to slowly recover, and she had been lying on the table all night, no wonder she was uncomfortable like this.

The moment she regained consciousness, she subconsciously turned her head obliquely, Zhang Shengcheng was no longer there, if it weren't for the pink brocade being pulled to the edge of the bed, she couldn't believe that Zhang Shengcheng had come back last night.

Thinking about what he said last night, it is impossible not to grieve and not be sad. She wished he hadn't come back, so that her heart wouldn't hurt as torn as it did now.

However, no matter how much pain it is, it will pass, and she still hears less insulting words? She used to be able to "swallow it", but now she can still swallow it.

It's just that he has really found another mother for Qing'er?

When he doesn't come back, or when she hasn't come over, is he always with the so-called Qing'er's other mother?

Is that really the case?

No, she didn't believe it. At least not before she saw it with her own eyes...... Reluctant to believe.

She let out a heavy sigh, as if that would sink away the mess of emotions as well.

"Grunt," the stomach growled.

Nothing matters, preserved fruit is the number one thing at the moment.

She stood up, her head suddenly dizzy, but fortunately she was quick to press one hand on the table, otherwise she would have to fall headlong.

She pressed the table with one hand, held her forehead with the other, bent over and motionless, retching wave after wave up, and her throat was almost overwhelmed. I haven't eaten for a day or two nights, let alone a woman, even an elephant can't stand it.

After a long time, she slowly eased up. After settling down, he walked slowly into the kitchen and was full of water.

I poured a stomach of cold water, temporarily suppressed the arrogant hunger, and my spirit was better than just now.

She looked around, and the strange cooking utensils in the kitchen really overwhelmed her. But she had already said that she was here to serve Sheng Cheng, and the first step in serving Sheng Cheng was to take down these stoves.

She pursed her lips, clenched her fists, and encouraged herself: Well, Kang Yurong believes in himself, you will definitely be able to.

"Grunt," the stomach cried again.

She frowned and rubbed her belly, it seemed that no amount of water would help, food was the last word.

But when you go out to forage for food, can you do it yourself?

She muttered for a while, okay, if it doesn't work, it has to be done.

I changed my clothes, washed up briefly, took a few pieces of ocean and went downstairs.

Standing on the street, she was intimidated, and no amount of confidence was more convincing than reality.

There are many pedestrians on the street, men and women, suits and long shirts, high-nosed gringos and black-eyed Chinese.

There are a lot of people coming and going, but they have a common feature - Kang Yurong doesn't know anyone.

She must not dare to talk to a gringo, but whenever she walked by a man in a long shirt in front of her, her eyes were fixed, and she was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle in her heart: Do you want to ask him where he sells food?

Ask, don't ask.

Ask, don't ask.

Every time, before she finished struggling, people had already drifted away.

Until those strange eyes stared at her face.