After the nightmare, Qiao Wan could no longer sleep peacefully, got up and walked to the balcony, and pushed open the transparent window.

The cool breeze brought her sanity back quite a bit

Qiao Wan was lying on the balcony, staring out the window with dull eyes.

The moonlight sprinkled the earth, and the leafy trees reflected on the ground, like monsters that would swallow people in one gulp.

But what Qiao Wan didn't notice was that there was a black sports car hidden under the big tree.

Leaning against the door was a tall man in a straight suit.

The man was slumped, his legs crossed, a half-lit cigarette between his index and middle fingers, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his dark eyes staring at the delicate and beautiful little face on the windowsill.

She was distracted, in a daze, and as if she was thinking......

Live like a beautiful doll on a shelf.

The man's eyes were dim, and after a few seconds, he suddenly laughed, his smile was sparkling but indistinguishable: "What do you say she is thinking?" ”

Fu Da, who was sitting in the driver's seat, pursed his lips and frowned slightly: "Back to Fu Shao, my subordinates don't know." ”

I can't guess, and I don't dare to guess!

Fu Shaoda didn't go home after the meeting in the middle of the night, just to come to Song's house to peep at Miss Qiao......

Before the light in Miss Qiao's room was turned on, Fu Shao had already stared at the dark-lit villa without blinking for a whole hour.

Looking at it now, I'm still interested!

"What kind of expression would she have when she saw me tomorrow?"

Fu Xingzhi took a deep breath of cigarette, and the mist slowly sprayed out of his nasal cavity, making his handsome and extraordinary face even more evil.

"I guess it's going to be scared!"

Fu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Da coldly: "I'm so scared? ”

Fu Shao deliberately asked the bodyguard to go back and tell Miss Qiao, didn't he just make her afraid?

This is a lesson for her in advance!

Fu Da opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Tell the truth, you will die!

Seeing that Fu was embarrassed, Fu Xingzhi laughed in a low voice, a little evil: "Suddenly I'm looking forward to her reaction when she sees me tomorrow." ”

Even now I can't wait to meet her!

Seeing that the lights in the room were out, Fu Xingzhi threw away the cigarette butt, stepped into the sports car with long legs, and ordered with satisfaction: "Drive!" ”

The sports car flies away, and the sound of the supercar pierces the silent sky.

Then, tranquility returns.

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Early in the morning, the maids went in and out to deliver things to Qiao Wan, and exquisite items filled the room.

Everything from clothes to grocery stores.

"Miss Qiao, the old man said that you should prepare and go to the hotel in a while."

I heard that the Song family husband and wife and the cousin who had not met before specially prepared a reception banquet in the hotel in order to catch her up and wash the dust.

"Okay."

Qiao Wan rummaged through the wardrobe and chose a knee-length one-piece dress that was quite conservative and decent, with light-colored flat shoes on her feet, and her long hair tied up and curled into a ball.

Qiao Wan's skin is already fair and translucent, even if the powder is not applied, it is enough to be eye-catching.

This is the case, but it makes the scratches on the face that have not healed look very obvious.

Staring at the girl in the mirror, Qiao Wan pursed her lips and whispered: "Parents, don't worry, grandpa is very good to me." ”

The murderer who destroyed her family, she will definitely not let go.

Qiao Wan cleaned up and followed Song Zhicheng downstairs.

Song Hao and Mrs. Song were standing in the living room, and when they saw the girl behind the old man, they were in a trance for a moment.

It seems that Song Nian ...... It's just the same.

She really looks like her mother!

Staring at her face, Mrs. Song's hands tightened unconsciously, and she was in a trance: "I always have a hunch that Qiao will ruin the Song family in the evening." ”