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Qiao Weihuan's nerves jumped, "Mom, what's wrong?" ”

Seeing that the haze under Qiao's mother's eyes was thick, gradually forming a depressing and heavy cloud, Qiao Weihuan's eyelids began to jump wildly, and she directly hugged Qiao's mother's thin shoulders, "Mom, I'm Huan'er, I'm your daughter, we are in City B, there is nothing, and no one will come to ......"

When Qiao's mother heard Qiao Weihuan's enlightening words, her fragile nerves were about to be broken, and she tried her best to control the chill all over her body and pushed her away violently!

"Your boss, why did you lie to me that I was a teacher? You say, what the hell is going on with you?! ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't expect Qiao's mother to suddenly attack, she was pushed away defenselessly, her waist socket hit the sharp corner of the table fiercely, her whole body stiffened, and she bit her lip quickly, not letting herself shout.

"Huan'er!" Han Yirou rushed over in horror, carefully pulled up Qiao Weihuan, who was about to be unable to move, and explained to Qiao's mother in a panic: "Aunt Qiao, don't be like this, Huan'er she-"

"Meat!!"

Qiao Weihuan drank Han Yirou's words, didn't care about rubbing his sour waist, bent down to grab Qiao's mother's arm that kept patting the armrest, "Mom, I didn't lie to you, I met him when he came to China, I learned a lot from him during this time, really, I can call him a teacher......"

"What a teacher!!"

Qiao's mother's eyes quickly drilled out a few wisps of flamboyant red, she pulled Qiao Weihuan's hand away, and shouted hoarsely: "Are you confused?" He's British! Briton!! He is in the same group as them, and you actually let him be your teacher, what do you want to do? Do you want to lock me back in the cellar like they did?! ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and looked at Qiao's mother in amazement, "...... Mother? ”

He Zhengxiao is in a gang with them, what does this mean?

When she knew about Qiao's mother, she was five years old, and Qiao's mother had been locked up for a long time at that time. They failed to escape, and were finally arrested and returned to Xu's house, and then saw Qiao's mother again when she was eighteen years old. In the middle of the thirteen years, she didn't see Qiao's mother again, and only vaguely knew that Qiao's mother was still locked up, but not in the cellar before.

In the thirteen years she didn't know, what happened to Qiao's mother that gave her the opportunity to meet He Zhengxiao?

Since Qiao's mother can't go out, where and under what circumstances did she meet He Zhengxiao? And why are they in a group?

Qiao Weihuan felt as if there was a basin of ice water coming down her head, pouring her heart cold. She knelt on the floor in a panic, and her voice trembled unconsciously, "Mom, have you seen He Zhengxiao?" In Manchester. ”

The gray mist under Qiao's eyes condensed into overwhelmed droplets, raised her trembling hand, covered her trembling lips, and whimpered in pain.

She did not get sick, but remembered the night-like eyes clearly, calm to the extreme, showing the decidedness and indifference.

For the rest of her life, she will never forget.

"They're together, together! How can you call him teacher? You're my daughter......"

Qiao Weihuan didn't remember how she came out of the house, and when she came to her senses, she had already arrived in the courtyard and was carefully helped by Han Yirou to walk. She wanted to laugh, but she only moved the corners of her mouth stiffly, and finally had to give up and whispered: "I'm not so fragile, I hit my waist instead of my stomach, don't put on a posture that I'm critically ill." ”

Han Yirou didn't answer in a rare way, but her eyes were red and she refused to let go. Qiao Weihuan simply closed her mouth and raised her hand to rub her sore waist.

Outside the hospital, Uncle Zhong was still waiting in Maybah, never leaving a step.

"Huan'er." Han Yirou saw the car hidden in the night, frowned, and asked her in a low voice: "What's wrong with Aunt Qiao, I think she seems to be very resistant to He Zhengxiao......

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips and shook her head, "I don't know either." ”

"The past" is a taboo, and a light poke is a heart-rending pain.

Qiao's mother finally cried a lot, crying hoarsely, so painful that Qiao Weihuan didn't dare to ask again.

After going back, Qiao Weihuan did a check-up to confirm that the child was fine, took a shower exhausted, and lay on the bed without drying his hair.

His temples jumped suddenly, and his head was stuffed with Qiao's mother's words: They are in a group.

Qiao Weihuan slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look out the window.

The moon has crept up to the dome, generously illuminating the way ahead, so that people can see the way home.

However, she opened her eyes countless times, but she was never able to see clearly where the end of her road was.

It seems to be within reach, and it seems to be nowhere to be found.

Qiao Weihuan's soul tossed in the boundless sea all night, opened her sour eyelids the next day, got out of bed and left the bedroom, and went upstairs to knock on He Zhengxiao's door.

Like the previous times, there was still no one inside to answer her, and this time she turned the handle directly, ready to enter uninvited, but the door was actually locked and couldn't be pushed open.

Qiao Weihuan frowned and went downstairs and asked the servant, "Where is he?" ”

The servant lowered his eyebrows and said, "Mr. left last night and has not come back yet." ”

The maid didn't lie, He Zhengxiao was indeed not there. He is vague and mysterious, so that she can't grasp any movements, whether he is at home or not, he can always succeed in making her unable to see people.

However, all the arrangements were arranged, and the assistant hurried to deliver the documents to the door following the instructions of his husband. Qiao Weihuan took it very puzzled, swept his eyes and closed it again, held up the file and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Mr. said that this project was negotiated by Mr. Qiao at the beginning."

The assistant is very measured, he will call her Miss Qiao when he is not in the company, and he will call Mr. Qiao when it comes to business, and he will invisibly name his identity.

Qiao Weihuan looked at him intently, "...... So what he means is, I negotiated at the beginning, and now I'm leading the whole project? ”

The assistant nodded, and Qiao Weihuan fainted.

This document is a pilot project of Mondez, which I mentioned to Moxilin last time. Now the two sides are still negotiating, Qiao Weihuan is not involved, and she doesn't think she needs to participate, and Mendez has nothing to do with her. But looking at it now, He Zhengxiao is obviously ready to let her participate, plus what Mrs. Meng said......

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes, "When will he come back?" ”

"Sir didn't say."

"Probably?"

"Miss Qiao, we don't need to know the meaning of each of Mr.'s orders, just do it."

Qiao Weihuan raised his head and glanced at him.

The assistant with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes looked as respectful as the servant, but in what he said just now, she heard a very subtle impatience.

Obviously, the assistant also realized that he was a little anxious about what he had just said, and lowered his head even more, covering all his face and thoughts with an inclined angle.

But as long as it is a person, there will be times when the mood is bad, Qiao Weihuan thought that the assistant was worried about something, and he didn't care about his attitude, and began to look at the documents. After a while, she closed the file and picked up her phone to turn it around in circles.

She suppressed too many questions and wanted to learn the truth from He Zhengxiao, and finally sent him a message: I want to talk to you.

Half an hour later, He Zhengxiao's reply was late, but he sent a video directly.

Qiao Weihuan hesitated for a moment and clicked to answer.

The picture on the screen was extremely clear, and she saw He Zhengxiao on a flat surface.

He was probably abroad, and the sky was just right on her side, but he draped the twilight on his broad shoulders over the other side, and the golden red light blurred his outline, and in the middle of the day, his heroic eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips had a kind of gentleness under the filter.

The deep and quiet light of her eyes seemed to penetrate time and distance, and fell straight into her eyes.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to touch the unreal man, and suddenly remembered that this was in the video, so she forcibly changed to get the water cup on the table, "He Zhengxiao, I went to see my mother." ”

She took a deep breath, skipped Qiao's mother's ambiguous words, and asked directly: "She has a deep resistance to you, what did you say when you saw my mother last time?" ”

He Zhengxiao folded his long legs, leaned back with his long upper body, and looked at the woman on the other end of the screen with dark eyes, "Huanhuan, you're just here to ask this?" ”

“…… Otherwise, what should I ask? ”

Qiao Weihuan thought for a while, "And Mendez, I don't want to participate." ”

At the end of the picture, the tip of He Zhengxiao's eyebrows moved almost incomprehensibly.

After a while, he said coldly and gently, "It's better that you don't speak." ”

Opening your mouth is anger.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't understand what he meant, frowned, and was about to speak, He Zhengxiao on the screen suddenly moved his arm slightly, and his slender fingers flashed on the screen, and then suddenly went black and the line was broken. She stared at the screen in amazement, and when she dialed it back, no one answered.

“……”

What the heck?!

She has been turned away again and again, and now she has been inexplicably hung up the video, and she is depressed to knock on the screen.

On the other side of the distant ocean, He Zhengxiao gently put down the tablet and pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers.

The woman didn't guess, but she didn't dare to believe it. She naturally resisted speculation about feelings, groping in the dark step by step, and she deviated as she walked, not knowing which horn tip she fell into.

It's better to say more than to do more, she doesn't believe what he does, and she refuses to be obedient with a child in her belly, how can her brain grow?

If you pry it open, it may be a piece of pig iron, which will take him ten or eight years to quench before it can be formed, and in the end I don't know what it will become......

"Yat!"

Suddenly, a crisp baby voice jumped in, He Zhengxiao lowered his arm, a meager smile climbed into the night under his eyes, and raised his eyes to look at the ball running in.

This is really a dumpling, three or four years old, with a round little face that can pinch out the water, under the neck that can't be seen, the small vest and shorts are about to be fat.

The ball tossed two little short legs, rushed over in the blink of an eye, grabbed the man's straight trouser leg with his little paws, raised his little face, and looked at the great man with green eyes: "Charlotte said you are here...... I'm going to duel with you! ”

He Zhengxiao: "......"

There was a little awe on that little face, more of an admiration for an adult male, and a provocation mixed with longing.

He picked up the dumplings with his big hands, handed them to the woman behind the dumplings, chuckled at the dumplings who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, and said seriously: "You will lose." ”

Dango: "......"

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Qiao Weihuan's nerves jumped, "Mom, what's wrong?" ”

Seeing that the haze under Qiao's mother's eyes was thick, gradually forming a depressing and heavy cloud, Qiao Weihuan's eyelids began to jump wildly, and she directly hugged Qiao's mother's thin shoulders, "Mom, I'm Huan'er, I'm your daughter, we are in City B, there is nothing, and no one will come to ......"

When Qiao's mother heard Qiao Weihuan's enlightening words, her fragile nerves were about to be broken, and she tried her best to control the chill all over her body and pushed her away violently!

"Your boss, why did you lie to me that I was a teacher? You say, what the hell is going on with you?! ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't expect Qiao's mother to suddenly attack, she was pushed away defenselessly, her waist socket hit the sharp corner of the table fiercely, her whole body stiffened, and she bit her lip quickly, not letting herself shout.

"Huan'er!" Han Yirou rushed over in horror, carefully pulled up Qiao Weihuan, who was about to be unable to move, and explained to Qiao's mother in a panic: "Aunt Qiao, don't be like this, Huan'er she-"

"Meat!!"

Qiao Weihuan drank Han Yirou's words, didn't care about rubbing his sour waist, bent down to grab Qiao's mother's arm that kept patting the armrest, "Mom, I didn't lie to you, I met him when he came to China, I learned a lot from him during this time, really, I can call him a teacher......"

"What a teacher!!"

Qiao's mother's eyes quickly drilled out a few wisps of flamboyant red, she pulled Qiao Weihuan's hand away, and shouted hoarsely: "Are you confused?" He's British! Briton!! He is in the same group as them, and you actually let him be your teacher, what do you want to do? Do you want to lock me back in the cellar like they did?! ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and looked at Qiao's mother in amazement, "...... Mother? ”

He Zhengxiao is in a gang with them, what does this mean?

When she knew about Qiao's mother, she was five years old, and Qiao's mother had been locked up for a long time at that time. They failed to escape, and were finally arrested and returned to Xu's house, and then saw Qiao's mother again when she was eighteen years old. In the middle of the thirteen years, she didn't see Qiao's mother again, and only vaguely knew that Qiao's mother was still locked up, but not in the cellar before.

In the thirteen years she didn't know, what happened to Qiao's mother that gave her the opportunity to meet He Zhengxiao?

Since Qiao's mother can't go out, where and under what circumstances did she meet He Zhengxiao? And why are they in a group?

Qiao Weihuan felt as if there was a basin of ice water coming down her head, pouring her heart cold. She knelt on the floor in a panic, and her voice trembled unconsciously, "Mom, have you seen He Zhengxiao?" In Manchester. ”

The gray mist under Qiao's eyes condensed into overwhelmed droplets, raised her trembling hand, covered her trembling lips, and whimpered in pain.

She did not get sick, but remembered the night-like eyes clearly, calm to the extreme, showing the decidedness and indifference.

For the rest of her life, she will never forget.

"They're together, together! How can you call him teacher? You're my daughter......"

Qiao Weihuan didn't remember how she came out of the house, and when she came to her senses, she had already arrived in the courtyard and was carefully helped by Han Yirou to walk. She wanted to laugh, but she only moved the corners of her mouth stiffly, and finally had to give up and whispered: "I'm not so fragile, I hit my waist instead of my stomach, don't put on a posture that I'm critically ill." ”

Han Yirou didn't answer in a rare way, but her eyes were red and she refused to let go. Qiao Weihuan simply closed her mouth and raised her hand to rub her sore waist.

Outside the hospital, Uncle Zhong was still waiting in Maybah, never leaving a step.

"Huan'er." Han Yirou saw the car hidden in the night, frowned, and asked her in a low voice: "What's wrong with Aunt Qiao, I think she seems to be very resistant to He Zhengxiao......

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips and shook her head, "I don't know either." ”

"The past" is a taboo, and a light poke is a heart-rending pain.

Qiao's mother finally cried a lot, crying hoarsely, so painful that Qiao Weihuan didn't dare to ask again.

After going back, Qiao Weihuan did a check-up to confirm that the child was fine, took a shower exhausted, and lay on the bed without drying his hair.

His temples jumped suddenly, and his head was stuffed with Qiao's mother's words: They are in a group.

Qiao Weihuan slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look out the window.

The moon has crept up to the dome, generously illuminating the way ahead, so that people can see the way home.

However, she opened her eyes countless times, but she was never able to see clearly where the end of her road was.

It seems to be within reach, and it seems to be nowhere to be found.

Qiao Weihuan's soul tossed in the boundless sea all night, opened her sour eyelids the next day, got out of bed and left the bedroom, and went upstairs to knock on He Zhengxiao's door.

Like the previous times, there was still no one inside to answer her, and this time she turned the handle directly, ready to enter uninvited, but the door was actually locked and couldn't be pushed open.

Qiao Weihuan frowned and went downstairs and asked the servant, "Where is he?" ”

The servant lowered his eyebrows and said, "Mr. left last night and has not come back yet." ”

The maid didn't lie, He Zhengxiao was indeed not there. He is vague and mysterious, so that she can't grasp any movements, whether he is at home or not, he can always succeed in making her unable to see people.

However, all the arrangements were arranged, and the assistant hurried to deliver the documents to the door following the instructions of his husband. Qiao Weihuan took it very puzzled, swept his eyes and closed it again, held up the file and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Mr. said that this project was negotiated by Mr. Qiao at the beginning."

The assistant is very measured, he will call her Miss Qiao when he is not in the company, and he will call Mr. Qiao when it comes to business, and he will invisibly name his identity.

Qiao Weihuan looked at him intently, "...... So what he means is, I negotiated at the beginning, and now I'm leading the whole project? ”

The assistant nodded, and Qiao Weihuan fainted.

This document is a pilot project of Mondez, which I mentioned to Moxilin last time. Now the two sides are still negotiating, Qiao Weihuan is not involved, and she doesn't think she needs to participate, and Mendez has nothing to do with her. But looking at it now, He Zhengxiao is obviously ready to let her participate, plus what Mrs. Meng said......

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes, "When will he come back?" ”

"Sir didn't say."

"Probably?"

"Miss Qiao, we don't need to know the meaning of each of Mr.'s orders, just do it."

Qiao Weihuan raised his head and glanced at him.

The assistant with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes looked as respectful as the servant, but in what he said just now, she heard a very subtle impatience.

Obviously, the assistant also realized that he was a little anxious about what he had just said, and lowered his head even more, covering all his face and thoughts with an inclined angle.

But as long as it is a person, there will be times when the mood is bad, Qiao Weihuan thought that the assistant was worried about something, and he didn't care about his attitude, and began to look at the documents. After a while, she closed the file and picked up her phone to turn it around in circles.

She suppressed too many questions and wanted to learn the truth from He Zhengxiao, and finally sent him a message: I want to talk to you.

Half an hour later, He Zhengxiao's reply was late, but he sent a video directly.

Qiao Weihuan hesitated for a moment and clicked to answer.

The picture on the screen was extremely clear, and she saw He Zhengxiao on a flat surface.

He was probably abroad, and the sky was just right on her side, but he draped the twilight on his broad shoulders over the other side, and the golden red light blurred his outline, and in the middle of the day, his heroic eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips had a kind of gentleness under the filter.

The deep and quiet light of her eyes seemed to penetrate time and distance, and fell straight into her eyes.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to touch the unreal man, and suddenly remembered that this was in the video, so she forcibly changed to get the water cup on the table, "He Zhengxiao, I went to see my mother." ”

She took a deep breath, skipped Qiao's mother's ambiguous words, and asked directly: "She has a deep resistance to you, what did you say when you saw my mother last time?" ”

He Zhengxiao folded his long legs, leaned back with his long upper body, and looked at the woman on the other end of the screen with dark eyes, "Huanhuan, you're just here to ask this?" ”

“…… Otherwise, what should I ask? ”

Qiao Weihuan thought for a while, "And Mendez, I don't want to participate." ”

At the end of the picture, the tip of He Zhengxiao's eyebrows moved almost incomprehensibly.

After a while, he said coldly and gently, "It's better that you don't speak." ”

Opening your mouth is anger.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't understand what he meant, frowned, and was about to speak, He Zhengxiao on the screen suddenly moved his arm slightly, and his slender fingers flashed on the screen, and then suddenly went black and the line was broken. She stared at the screen in amazement, and when she dialed it back, no one answered.

“……”

What the heck?!

She has been turned away again and again, and now she has been inexplicably hung up the video, and she is depressed to knock on the screen.

On the other side of the distant ocean, He Zhengxiao gently put down the tablet and pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers.

The woman didn't guess, but she didn't dare to believe it. She naturally resisted speculation about feelings, groping in the dark step by step, and she deviated as she walked, not knowing which horn tip she fell into.

It's better to say more than to do more, she doesn't believe what he does, and she refuses to be obedient with a child in her belly, how can her brain grow?

If you pry it open, it may be a piece of pig iron, which will take him ten or eight years to quench before it can be formed, and in the end I don't know what it will become......

"Yat!"

Suddenly, a crisp baby voice jumped in, He Zhengxiao lowered his arm, a meager smile climbed into the night under his eyes, and raised his eyes to look at the ball running in.

This is really a dumpling, three or four years old, with a round little face that can pinch out the water, under the neck that can't be seen, the small vest and shorts are about to be fat.

The ball tossed two little short legs, rushed over in the blink of an eye, grabbed the man's straight trouser leg with his little paws, raised his little face, and looked at the great man with green eyes: "Charlotte said you are here...... I'm going to duel with you! ”

He Zhengxiao: "......"

There was a little awe on that little face, more of an admiration for an adult male, and a provocation mixed with longing.

He picked up the dumplings with his big hands, handed them to the woman behind the dumplings, chuckled at the dumplings who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, and said seriously: "You will lose." ”

Dango: "......"

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