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Back at the villa, Guan Mufeng called Xiao Feng.

"Find out who she has been in contact with in the past few days, and who gave her these information." His voice was unusually cold.

"Okay, Mr. Guan."

"Be quick."

Guan Mufeng hung up the phone, threw the phone back on the table, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and rubbed his frowning brows. But no matter how much he tried to calm his irritable mood, he kept thinking of that little tearful face, and he was even more uneasy.

Touching a pack of cigarettes from a drawer, he stood on the balcony and smelled the tobacco smell rising between his fingers, only to be slightly relieved. That's when he realized that it was raining.

He immediately frowned tightly again, and looked at the gate of the mountain, with a deep worry hidden in his eyes.

Three or two steps back to the room, he picked up his mobile phone and was about to dial it out, but he paused suddenly, his lips pursed tightly, and there was a rare struggle in his eyes. After a while, he suddenly remembered something, immediately turned on the computer, clicked on an encryption program, quickly entered a long string of passwords with his fingers, verified his fingerprints, and finally logged into an interface similar to a map index.

Enter a line of numbers again, and after a moment of retrieval by the system, the map changes the scene, and a red dot on the screen is moving one by one.

He looked in the direction of the red dot, his tense body and mind suddenly relaxed, his inky eyes stared at the screen quietly, and his restless mood slowly calmed down.

The red dot finally stopped, Guan Mufeng's fingers slowly rolled on the pulley, the map scene slowly zoomed in, and an old street was already clearly visible.

Confirming that she had arrived home, he reached for the computer. It was close to midnight, but he didn't feel sleepy, opened the drawer and put the cigarette in, and a stack of yellow sticky notes appeared in his sight.

His cold and hard features softened slightly, and his fingertips swept the names on the paper, and many memories came flooding back, filling his entire chest in fine and dense form, warming his face like the rising sun on a spring day.

It's just that this warmth didn't last long, the corners of his curved mouth lost their curvature again, and the deep eyes rolled with indiscernible emotions.

The autumn rain outside the window fell all night, and he stayed awake all night.

Qiao Yingying returned home dejected, and most of her body was already wet. Unaware of it, she sat down at the table, stunned by the noodle in front of her, which had lost its steam, tears rolling down her cheeks like beads of broken thread.

Guan Mufeng's cold and resolute words kept echoing in her ears, and there was a dense sharp pain in her heart, which made her lie on the table weakly, only to feel more painful and uncomfortable than when she was sick in her previous life.

It turned out that the husband still hated her, even to the point that he didn't want to see her again.

But she likes him so much, what should she do...

Engulfed in endless sadness and helplessness, I don't know how long it took, her eyes were red and swollen, and she choked up and couldn't breathe, before she gradually stopped crying. She suddenly remembered her previous life, the first time her father didn't come for her birthday, she was like this, crying sadly for a long time, and finally the nurse put down a bowl of noodles with enough meat and coaxed her.

But now that the nurse is gone, who else will coax her?

At this time, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't reported safety to Shen Wanqiu and them, so she hurriedly wiped her tears and took out her mobile phone from her bag.

Turning on the screen, she was startled by a series of unread messages and missed phone calls, in addition to Shen Wanqiu, they also had Li Suxian, Wu Xiaomei, and Mi Xue's, obviously they couldn't contact her, and everyone was worried.

She sorted out her emotions and replied one by one, but she didn't expect everyone to sleep, and quickly replied to her. Li Suxian was worried, and after receiving her message, he quickly called her.

After such a busyness, the sadness in Qiao Yingying's heart diluted a lot, and those warm exhortations and words gave her a lot of strength and cheered her up a little.

Through the window, she saw that the moon had lifted the clouds and sprinkled silver moonlight on the ground again.

"Nurse, pothos, I have a mother and a lot of friends."

"I'm so happy to have met them"

"I will live a good life and be happy every day, don't worry."

Looking at the same moon that has not changed in ancient and modern times, Qiao Yingying silently thought in her heart, and her quiet little face gradually regained a trace of brilliance.

After reheating the noodles, she ate them one bite at a time, and occasionally accidentally shed tears, so she simply wiped them with the back of her hand and continued to eat them. In the rising heat, she always tried to carry a smile on her pure cheeks.

The next day, when Qiao Yingying woke up, she felt that her head was a little heavy. When she got home last night, she didn't change her clothes and wipe her hair immediately, and although she took a hot shower later, she still got some cold.

After taking the cold medicine from the drawer and eating it, she began to tidy up the house. She hadn't been back for several days, and the house had accumulated a light layer of ash, so she carried a large bucket of water and wiped the house with a rag to make the windows clear and clean.

After finishing the work, there was a thin layer of sweat, but she felt light. With a sigh of relief, she looked around with satisfaction, and a smug smile appeared on her face, but before she could bloom, she was infected by a trace of melancholy.

If she hadn't been a babysitter at her husband's house for a few months, she wouldn't have been so capable, right?

As soon as she thought of Guan Mufeng, her spirit that she had finally cheered up fell into a trough again, barely cooked a bowl of noodles and ate it, and then packed up and went back to school.