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Qiao Weihuan hadn't seen Bonis for a long time, and now she saw that she didn't need to be helped, and she walked down the stairs in good health, and she walked more neatly than a maid.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan who had entered the yard, Bonis bypassed her and walked towards the yard, as if she was just bypassing a wall.

The maid saw Qiao Weihuan at first glance and bent down in surprise: "Madam." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded, turned around and went in.

"She's in a fairly stable condition now, she hasn't shown aggressive behavior, and she doesn't remember a lot of common sense knowledge." The doctor pondered the words and continued: "The words and deeds are close to the state of mental degeneration, and now it is about the intelligence of a child about five years old. ”

In other words, Qiao Weihuan, who has called "Mom" for more than 20 years, has almost forgotten the past.

When Qiao Weihuan went out, Bonis ran around the yard, grabbing dragonflies that didn't exist in mid-air. She tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, and the servant hurriedly helped her up, and she did not feel any pain, and there was a strange and healthy flush on her face, which was deep in the ravine.

I don't know if Bonis will be sober, if she does, will she think this ending is good or bad?

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help laughing, and the shallow fine lines at the corners of her eyes slowly spread out, revealing a little unspeakable meaning.

She called for the servant, "Pack up some of the things she's used to." ”

The two servants helped Bonis to walk one left and one right, and Qiao Weihuan followed behind them, listening to her ask curiously, "Where are you taking me?" Is it homecoming? ”

The maid didn't know where Qiao Weihuan was going to take her suddenly, so she couldn't answer, but Qiao Weihuan replied: "Well, go home." ”

Out of the yard, a few cars were parked outside.

He Zhengxiao was dressed in cold dark gray, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and stood straight beside the car. The white mist filled the air, slightly blurring his heroic and deep outline.

Qiao Weihuan suddenly remembered the first time they met in City B, when the season in City B was not mild, and He Zhengxiao was also such a long coat, and the shirt buttons were meticulously buttoned to the top. In the luxurious box, the crystal chandelier was shining, and his demeanor still dominated her attention.

At that time, except for shock and fear, she never thought that she would be involved with He Zhengxiao again, but in the end, she was involved.

Qiao Weihuan was a little cold and buried her face in the scarf.

He Zhengxiao took her movements into his eyes, and lifted her scarf up with his long fingers.

Qiao Weihuan dodged without a trace and bent down to get into the car. He Zhengxiao's hand paused slightly, and then slowly put it back into his trouser pocket.

The journey to the airport was long and silent, and Qiao Weihuan sat close to the car door, leaving a long distance from the man next to him. When she raised her eyes several times, she could bump into Uncle Zhong in a serious peek in the rearview mirror, occasionally meeting the old man's gaze, but she always opened her eyes first.

In Uncle Zhong's opinion, the two of them did not quarrel, but it was more serious than the quarrel, and he had a kind of uneasiness about something lingering.

When she arrived at the airport, Qiao Weihuan got out of the car first, seeing that Bonis was very unclear, but finally obediently entered the airport.

In the empty cabin, Qiao Weihuan fastened her seat belt, put on an eye mask and began to sleep.

There was a steady breath in my ears, and a cold smell filled the tip of my nose.

She used to feel familiar and reassuring, but now it hurts her all the time.

Qiao Weihuan forced herself to fall asleep quickly, I don't know if the autosuggestion worked, she really fell asleep, but she didn't sleep well.

She had a dream, and she knew she was dreaming, and in the dream she saw a child.

It was a girl, three or four years old, very beautiful, standing on the bustling street, winking at her.

Qiao Weihuan inexplicably felt that this was her child. She slowly crouched down and spread her arms, "Little baby." ”

The girl smiled and nodded, and ran over with her legs open. Halfway through, the sky suddenly turned, and the girl was picked up by the half-cut arm behind her.

The person holding her had a pair of turquoise eyes, glass-beaded eyes, covered with a fine cold light.

The surrounding scene gradually cracked and collapsed inch by inch. Charlotte touched the top of the girl's soft hair and curled her lips coldly and sarcastically......

Qiao Weihuan suddenly woke up from the nightmare and subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the blindfold was removed, and the sudden bright light made Qiao Weihuan close his eyes.

He Zhengxiao slowly put down the blindfold, put his long fingers on her sweaty forehead, and asked her in a low voice, "Have you had a nightmare?" ”

Qiao Weihuan curled up her trembling fingers, and her lips pursed tightly.

“…… No. ”

Qiao Weihuan smelled a faint smell of the sea, forcibly held back the churning in her stomach, and turned her head to look at the man beside her.

He Zhengxiao took the plate handed over by the flight attendant, "Eat something and sleep." ”

She had only drunk half a bowl of porridge in the morning, and now four hours later, it was time to eat something.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she didn't hide the disgust in her eyes, "I don't want to eat." ”

Her seat was inside, and she had to pass by He Zhengxiao when she wanted to go out, and the moment she got up, Qiao Weihuan heard He Zhengxiao's voice: "Huanhuan, be obedient." ”

The tone was very light, it was He Zhengxiao's unique low tone, with a little bewitching taste, lingering in her ears.

"Do you want to be so domineering, don't you want to eat?" Qiao Weihuan looked down at the plate, frowned and raised his hand to the seat, and the thick soup suddenly became a mess of filth on the seat, "Can I stop eating it now?" ”

After speaking, she didn't look at He Zhengxiao again, and went out through the gap in front of He Zhengxiao in the stunned expression of the flight attendant.

When he turned his back, he heard He Zhengxiao's deep voice, "Do it again." ”

She doesn't want to eat, so she switches to what she wants to eat until she eats.

Qiao Weihuan opened the door of the bathroom with cold hands and feet, and closed it with a "boom". She bent over with her stomach clutched and staggered to turn on the faucet, masking the sound of retching by the sound of the water.

Vomiting and vomiting, his eyes were red by the sourness that rushed up, Qiao Weihuan bit the tip of his tongue and endured not to let the heat flow out.

When the plane landed, City B was shrouded in hazy night, and the stars on the night were dimmed by thousands of lights in the sky above the glittering city.

Uncle Zhong parked the car outside the villa, and Qiao Weihuan got out of the car first and walked forward.

He Zhengxiao opened his long legs, keeping a short distance from her, and his dark eyes fell on her back.

No matter how thick the clothes are, the back is always slender and lonely, walking alone in the quiet and cold night.

The first glimmer of light the next morning pierced through the fog, and Qiao Weihuan had already left the villa neatly dressed. She drove to a residence near the hospital, put on her sunglasses and got out of the car.

Uncle Han has been discharged from the hospital, but there is nowhere to go back, but he doesn't want to go home, and always stays in City B, wanting to see if the case can be re-investigated. Han Yirou couldn't rest assured, so she simply took a long leave and rented a house near the hospital to accompany Uncle Han.

Hearing the doorbell, Han Yirou put on her clothes half-asleep and got out of bed with slippers.

After looking at the cat's eyes for a long time, Han Yirou was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the door: "...... Huan'er? When did you come back, why didn't you tell me? ”

Qiao Weihuan took off her sunglasses and said in a dumb voice, "I came back to see you last night, how is Uncle Han?" ”

"My dad is okay, he's almost awake, he'll be happy to see you come back in a while."

Han Yirou pulled her into the door, took off her scarf and beanie hat and hung them on the hanger, "I didn't hold it back last time, and accidentally let my dad know that you and your boyfriend got the certificate, no, now it should be your husband...... You guys are too sudden, you don't say hello when you get it, when are you going to have a wedding? Is it in the UK or in City B? Do you want to be a bridesmaid when the time comes, I have recently lost weight, and I can wear any small bridesmaid dress. My dad also said that he would go no matter how good he was when the time came......"

Han Yirou said for a long time, but she didn't hear any response, so she couldn't help but look back.

Qiao Weihuan put her hands in her coat pockets, and the thin glimmer fell on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, making her outline look extraordinarily blurry—as if it would disappear at any moment.

Han Yirou was inexplicable, and her heart "chuckled".

Qiao Weihuan suddenly laughed, "It's set on Christmas Eve, he hasn't told me where to do it, it should be London." ”

It didn't take long for Uncle Han to get up too. Han Yirou tossed a large table of dishes, and didn't let Qiao Weihuan help, so she sat on the sofa and chatted with Uncle Han.

Uncle Han was old, and he didn't get sick until he was old, and he couldn't see it for a while, and he lamented for a long time, and he didn't stop sighing at the dinner table. Han Yirou is used to listening, she is now a little more worried about Qiao Weihuan, and sweeps her with her eyes from time to time.

Qiao Weihuan ate without moving, filling her stomach in small bites, eating carefully and slowly, looking no different.

After staying at Uncle Han's place all morning, Qiao Weihuan got up and left.

"Meat."

After going out, Qiao Weihuan turned to Han Yirou who came out to see her off and said, "At Uncle Han's age, there is nothing to do, but he can be idle and leisurely, so as not to let him run around the world and consume his spirit." It's not good for you to take a long leave of absence from your job because of this. In the afternoon, I will go to find a caring caretaker, you will stare at it for two days, stay if you think it is appropriate, and let the caretaker take care of Uncle Han in the future, you can go back to work early. ”

Seeing that Han Yirou was about to speak, Qiao Weihuan wrapped her scarf, "I can't be by Uncle Han's side, so I have a humble mind, don't excuse me." ”

Han Yirou held back for a long time, so she had to nod.

Qiao Weihuan looked at her deeply, didn't say anything, turned around and stepped down the stairs.

She was afraid that no matter how much she said, she would be noticed by Han Yirou.

In the afternoon, Qiao Weihuan first went to the nurse and doctor, and then sent Bonis back to the original house.

After all the arrangements were made, Qiao Weihuan sat in the car, saw that the time was about the same, and called Fang Shuyu.

It was early morning in Manchester, but Fang Shuyu's voice was very sober, "Boss, I can't find a chance, I feel that there are people everywhere, and I'm going crazy when I'm staring!" ”

Fang Shuyu is extremely sensitive to her eyes, even if no one around her deliberately stares at her, she can feel it a little, and she hasn't dared to move in the past few days.

Qiao Weihuan held the steering wheel and whispered, "Then don't avoid it, just ask." ”

I didn't want He Zhengxiao to know before, but I thought that if I could divorce unilaterally, then she would do it directly.

But what about divorce? Unless He Zhengxiao is willing, they will still be involved.

When He Zhengxiao knew that she was trying to find a way to divorce unilaterally, with his character, the whitewashed Taiping would no longer exist.

Qiao Weihuan looked down at her dull nails and pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly.

She once tried to understand He Zhengxiao for their future, and then she could vaguely find out the man's heart, understand him, and get along more tacitly.

Unexpectedly, the meaning of all this is just for today's one-and-a-half.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Qiao Weihuan hadn't seen Bonis for a long time, and now she saw that she didn't need to be helped, and she walked down the stairs in good health, and she walked more neatly than a maid.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan who had entered the yard, Bonis bypassed her and walked towards the yard, as if she was just bypassing a wall.

The maid saw Qiao Weihuan at first glance and bent down in surprise: "Madam." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded, turned around and went in.

"She's in a fairly stable condition now, she hasn't shown aggressive behavior, and she doesn't remember a lot of common sense knowledge." The doctor pondered the words and continued: "The words and deeds are close to the state of mental degeneration, and now it is about the intelligence of a child about five years old. ”

In other words, Qiao Weihuan, who has called "Mom" for more than 20 years, has almost forgotten the past.

When Qiao Weihuan went out, Bonis ran around the yard, grabbing dragonflies that didn't exist in mid-air. She tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, and the servant hurriedly helped her up, and she did not feel any pain, and there was a strange and healthy flush on her face, which was deep in the ravine.

I don't know if Bonis will be sober, if she does, will she think this ending is good or bad?

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help laughing, and the shallow fine lines at the corners of her eyes slowly spread out, revealing a little unspeakable meaning.

She called for the servant, "Pack up some of the things she's used to." ”

The two servants helped Bonis to walk one left and one right, and Qiao Weihuan followed behind them, listening to her ask curiously, "Where are you taking me?" Is it homecoming? ”

The maid didn't know where Qiao Weihuan was going to take her suddenly, so she couldn't answer, but Qiao Weihuan replied: "Well, go home." ”

Out of the yard, a few cars were parked outside.

He Zhengxiao was dressed in cold dark gray, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and stood straight beside the car. The white mist filled the air, slightly blurring his heroic and deep outline.

Qiao Weihuan suddenly remembered the first time they met in City B, when the season in City B was not mild, and He Zhengxiao was also such a long coat, and the shirt buttons were meticulously buttoned to the top. In the luxurious box, the crystal chandelier was shining, and his demeanor still dominated her attention.

At that time, except for shock and fear, she never thought that she would be involved with He Zhengxiao again, but in the end, she was involved.

Qiao Weihuan was a little cold and buried her face in the scarf.

He Zhengxiao took her movements into his eyes, and lifted her scarf up with his long fingers.

Qiao Weihuan dodged without a trace and bent down to get into the car. He Zhengxiao's hand paused slightly, and then slowly put it back into his trouser pocket.

The journey to the airport was long and silent, and Qiao Weihuan sat close to the car door, leaving a long distance from the man next to him. When she raised her eyes several times, she could bump into Uncle Zhong in a serious peek in the rearview mirror, occasionally meeting the old man's gaze, but she always opened her eyes first.

In Uncle Zhong's opinion, the two of them did not quarrel, but it was more serious than the quarrel, and he had a kind of uneasiness about something lingering.

When she arrived at the airport, Qiao Weihuan got out of the car first, seeing that Bonis was very unclear, but finally obediently entered the airport.

In the empty cabin, Qiao Weihuan fastened her seat belt, put on an eye mask and began to sleep.

There was a steady breath in my ears, and a cold smell filled the tip of my nose.

She used to feel familiar and reassuring, but now it hurts her all the time.

Qiao Weihuan forced herself to fall asleep quickly, I don't know if the autosuggestion worked, she really fell asleep, but she didn't sleep well.

She had a dream, and she knew she was dreaming, and in the dream she saw a child.

It was a girl, three or four years old, very beautiful, standing on the bustling street, winking at her.

Qiao Weihuan inexplicably felt that this was her child. She slowly crouched down and spread her arms, "Little baby." ”

The girl smiled and nodded, and ran over with her legs open. Halfway through, the sky suddenly turned, and the girl was picked up by the half-cut arm behind her.

The person holding her had a pair of turquoise eyes, glass-beaded eyes, covered with a fine cold light.

The surrounding scene gradually cracked and collapsed inch by inch. Charlotte touched the top of the girl's soft hair and curled her lips coldly and sarcastically......

Qiao Weihuan suddenly woke up from the nightmare and subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the blindfold was removed, and the sudden bright light made Qiao Weihuan close his eyes.

He Zhengxiao slowly put down the blindfold, put his long fingers on her sweaty forehead, and asked her in a low voice, "Have you had a nightmare?" ”

Qiao Weihuan curled up her trembling fingers, and her lips pursed tightly.

“…… No. ”

Qiao Weihuan smelled a faint smell of the sea, forcibly held back the churning in her stomach, and turned her head to look at the man beside her.

He Zhengxiao took the plate handed over by the flight attendant, "Eat something and sleep." ”

She had only drunk half a bowl of porridge in the morning, and now four hours later, it was time to eat something.

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she didn't hide the disgust in her eyes, "I don't want to eat." ”

Her seat was inside, and she had to pass by He Zhengxiao when she wanted to go out, and the moment she got up, Qiao Weihuan heard He Zhengxiao's voice: "Huanhuan, be obedient." ”

The tone was very light, it was He Zhengxiao's unique low tone, with a little bewitching taste, lingering in her ears.

"Do you want to be so domineering, don't you want to eat?" Qiao Weihuan looked down at the plate, frowned and raised his hand to the seat, and the thick soup suddenly became a mess of filth on the seat, "Can I stop eating it now?" ”

After speaking, she didn't look at He Zhengxiao again, and went out through the gap in front of He Zhengxiao in the stunned expression of the flight attendant.

When he turned his back, he heard He Zhengxiao's deep voice, "Do it again." ”

She doesn't want to eat, so she switches to what she wants to eat until she eats.

Qiao Weihuan opened the door of the bathroom with cold hands and feet, and closed it with a "boom". She bent over with her stomach clutched and staggered to turn on the faucet, masking the sound of retching by the sound of the water.

Vomiting and vomiting, his eyes were red by the sourness that rushed up, Qiao Weihuan bit the tip of his tongue and endured not to let the heat flow out.

When the plane landed, City B was shrouded in hazy night, and the stars on the night were dimmed by thousands of lights in the sky above the glittering city.

Uncle Zhong parked the car outside the villa, and Qiao Weihuan got out of the car first and walked forward.

He Zhengxiao opened his long legs, keeping a short distance from her, and his dark eyes fell on her back.

No matter how thick the clothes are, the back is always slender and lonely, walking alone in the quiet and cold night.

The first glimmer of light the next morning pierced through the fog, and Qiao Weihuan had already left the villa neatly dressed. She drove to a residence near the hospital, put on her sunglasses and got out of the car.

Uncle Han has been discharged from the hospital, but there is nowhere to go back, but he doesn't want to go home, and always stays in City B, wanting to see if the case can be re-investigated. Han Yirou couldn't rest assured, so she simply took a long leave and rented a house near the hospital to accompany Uncle Han.

Hearing the doorbell, Han Yirou put on her clothes half-asleep and got out of bed with slippers.

After looking at the cat's eyes for a long time, Han Yirou was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the door: "...... Huan'er? When did you come back, why didn't you tell me? ”

Qiao Weihuan took off her sunglasses and said in a dumb voice, "I came back to see you last night, how is Uncle Han?" ”

"My dad is okay, he's almost awake, he'll be happy to see you come back in a while."

Han Yirou pulled her into the door, took off her scarf and beanie hat and hung them on the hanger, "I didn't hold it back last time, and accidentally let my dad know that you and your boyfriend got the certificate, no, now it should be your husband...... You guys are too sudden, you don't say hello when you get it, when are you going to have a wedding? Is it in the UK or in City B? Do you want to be a bridesmaid when the time comes, I have recently lost weight, and I can wear any small bridesmaid dress. My dad also said that he would go no matter how good he was when the time came......"

Han Yirou said for a long time, but she didn't hear any response, so she couldn't help but look back.

Qiao Weihuan put her hands in her coat pockets, and the thin glimmer fell on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, making her outline look extraordinarily blurry—as if it would disappear at any moment.

Han Yirou was inexplicable, and her heart "chuckled".

Qiao Weihuan suddenly laughed, "It's set on Christmas Eve, he hasn't told me where to do it, it should be London." ”

It didn't take long for Uncle Han to get up too. Han Yirou tossed a large table of dishes, and didn't let Qiao Weihuan help, so she sat on the sofa and chatted with Uncle Han.

Uncle Han was old, and he didn't get sick until he was old, and he couldn't see it for a while, and he lamented for a long time, and he didn't stop sighing at the dinner table. Han Yirou is used to listening, she is now a little more worried about Qiao Weihuan, and sweeps her with her eyes from time to time.

Qiao Weihuan ate without moving, filling her stomach in small bites, eating carefully and slowly, looking no different.

After staying at Uncle Han's place all morning, Qiao Weihuan got up and left.

"Meat."

After going out, Qiao Weihuan turned to Han Yirou who came out to see her off and said, "At Uncle Han's age, there is nothing to do, but he can be idle and leisurely, so as not to let him run around the world and consume his spirit." It's not good for you to take a long leave of absence from your job because of this. In the afternoon, I will go to find a caring caretaker, you will stare at it for two days, stay if you think it is appropriate, and let the caretaker take care of Uncle Han in the future, you can go back to work early. ”

Seeing that Han Yirou was about to speak, Qiao Weihuan wrapped her scarf, "I can't be by Uncle Han's side, so I have a humble mind, don't excuse me." ”

Han Yirou held back for a long time, so she had to nod.

Qiao Weihuan looked at her deeply, didn't say anything, turned around and stepped down the stairs.

She was afraid that no matter how much she said, she would be noticed by Han Yirou.

In the afternoon, Qiao Weihuan first went to the nurse and doctor, and then sent Bonis back to the original house.

After all the arrangements were made, Qiao Weihuan sat in the car, saw that the time was about the same, and called Fang Shuyu.

It was early morning in Manchester, but Fang Shuyu's voice was very sober, "Boss, I can't find a chance, I feel that there are people everywhere, and I'm going crazy when I'm staring!" ”

Fang Shuyu is extremely sensitive to her eyes, even if no one around her deliberately stares at her, she can feel it a little, and she hasn't dared to move in the past few days.

Qiao Weihuan held the steering wheel and whispered, "Then don't avoid it, just ask." ”

I didn't want He Zhengxiao to know before, but I thought that if I could divorce unilaterally, then she would do it directly.

But what about divorce? Unless He Zhengxiao is willing, they will still be involved.

When He Zhengxiao knew that she was trying to find a way to divorce unilaterally, with his character, the whitewashed Taiping would no longer exist.

Qiao Weihuan looked down at her dull nails and pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly.

She once tried to understand He Zhengxiao for their future, and then she could vaguely find out the man's heart, understand him, and get along more tacitly.

Unexpectedly, the meaning of all this is just for today's one-and-a-half.

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