After Mo Han left Mi Yuan without saying a word, Miao Miao was the only one left in the huge room.

She got up and walked to the balcony, her eyes fixed on the painting on the coffee table.

In the painting, Mi'er is still smiling.

She is beautiful, and Miao Miao is understandable.

Moreover, the woman I saw in my dream was more beautiful and moving than this painting.

She should still be in some corner of this world.

It's like Mo Han, with the memories of his past life.

It must be yes, otherwise Mo Han wouldn't have been looking for it all the time.

I felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably.

It's choking.

After being stunned for a while, Miao Miao hung the painting back in the glass window.

Carefully, tidy up flat and clean.

The paintings hung up covered the entire cabinet. Mi'er in front of her is like a real person in a dream.

Miao Miao always had the illusion that when she stared at this painting, she always felt that she was also looking at herself.

Quickly closing the cabinet door, Miao Miao forcibly suppressed this palpitation.

She sat on the sofa on the balcony for a long time, and her mind was always Mi'er and Mo Zihan's figures, lingering.

She wondered what had happened to the last two, but no matter how much she had hypnotized herself with her eyes closed, she couldn't fall asleep again, and the dream didn't appear.

Counting the time, there is no sleep.

Xiangchu City in the distance is brightly lit, but Miao Miao's heart is gloomy.

waited until the sky was just dawning, and asked Zhu Huaqiang to send him back to school as soon as possible.

Walking in the huge campus, Miao Miao's heart is empty.

After eating breakfast in the cafeteria, Miao Miao went straight to the embroidery room.

It's only seven o'clock in the morning, and there is no one in the embroidery room.

When I walked to my place and saw the broken embroidery pieces and the embroidery frame that was already empty, I couldn't help but be picked up.

Mo Han, I don't know when, has left such a deep mark in her heart.

Putting away her thoughts, Miao Miao put away the embroidery pieces, and then installed the embroidery drawn by Mo Han on the embroidery frame.

The efforts of the previous days have been in vain, so now, she has to seize all the time and finish the embroidery as soon as possible.

Miao Miao sat in front of the embroidery frame, threaded the needle and thread, and began to embroider.

But at the moment when the tip of the needle drove the silk thread and passed through the embroidery, the silk thread with excellent toughness was broken like this!

Miao Miao was shocked.

She hurriedly changed a silk thread, but the result was still the same.

After more than ten minutes, the ground was full of broken threads, and there was not a single thread left on the embroidery.

What's going on? Is it a problem with the silk thread or a problem with the embroidery piece?

Thinking of this, Miao Miao took out a silk thread and went to Mr. Li's embroidery work to embroider a few stitches. This time, the thread did not break, but remained intact on the embroidery.

Miao Miao couldn't help but look horrified!

What the hell is going on?

The suspicious gaze fell on his embroidery. The sketch of this embroidery was painted by Mo Han, does it have anything to do with him?

This idea just popped up and was immediately affirmed by Miao Miao.

It must have something to do with him! He must have done something.

The sketches that Zhuge Qingyu helped him sketch before can be embroidered, why is it not good now?

Miao Miao muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'll just say why he suddenly kindly helped him draw a sketch!" It turned out that I didn't have a good heart from the beginning! ”

She took out her mobile phone, found Mo Han's phone and dialed it.

I was about to question, but the other party had already turned off the phone.

Miao Miao was angry, this embroidery is not just as simple as participating in the art festival, but also the key to going to her grandfather.

The last time I saw the photo in Mo Han's hand, Miao Miao couldn't wait.

In that photo, Grandpa is obviously a lot older and has lost a lot of weight.

Secretly gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table.

"Mo Han, you bastard!"

"Miao Miao." Just when Miao Miao was angry, an uninvited guest appeared in the embroidery room.

"Why are you here?" Miao Miao raised her eyes to look at Miao Qianqian, she was already in a bad mood, and she was even more dissatisfied at the moment.

Miao Qianqian changed her arrogant and disdainful attitude in the past, and at this time her expression showed an approachable look.

"I haven't seen you in such a long time, my dad asked me to come and see you. I went to the dorm and you weren't there. I heard that you were preparing for the art festival, so I came to the embroidery room, but I didn't expect you to be here. ”

Miao Qianqian smiled lightly, and then took out an envelope from her bag: "There is a thousand yuan in here, and my father asked me to give you living expenses." ”

"No need." Miao Miao refused: "You go." ”

Her attitude was very cold.

If it weren't for the uncle's face, she wouldn't even want to talk to Miao Qianqian.

However, Miao Qianqian didn't seem to have many surprises.

"Miao Miao, I know that because of Yan Shaokun's matter, you have a deep hatred for me. I apologize to you, I'm sorry. Miao Qianqian said and bowed deeply to Miao Miao.

"At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I always felt that Yan Shaokun loved me,"

"I don't need to talk about these things anymore." Before Miao Qianqian's words were finished, she was interrupted by Miao Miao.

She is not a virgin, and she is not so easily forgiven by people who have hurt herself.

"Miao Miao, we are cousins after all." Miao Qianqian said.

"Cousins?" Miao Miao snorted: "If I'm not mistaken, when you came back from Yan's house that day, you entered my dormitory, right?" Why? For the so-called heirloom? ”

That night, if Miao Miao hadn't left Xiaobaituan in the dormitory, Miao Qianqian would have succeeded a long time ago.

The reason why I never mentioned it was that I didn't go to Miao Qianqian to settle accounts.

First, I don't want to expose the little white group, and secondly, I didn't lose anything, so I thought it was to give my uncle a face.

Hearing Miao Miao talk about this, Miao Qianqian's face couldn't help but turn pale.

That night, she was very frightened.

Even after all this time, I still have lingering palpitations at this time.

"Miao Miao, did you learn any magic from that man?" Miao Qianqian asked in a daze, "Did he hurt you?" ”

"What do you want to say?" Miao Miao asked.

"Although grandpa is not here now, if you go down the wrong path, won't you make him sad when he comes back." Miao Qianqian said.

"You don't have to worry about these things." Miao Miao looked at Miao Qianqian: "Seriously, you don't have to pretend to be a good person in front of me." Miao Qianqian, haven't I known you well enough since I was a child? ”

Miao Qianqian pursed her lips, and her face became a little paler.

"Miao Miao, I know, you won't believe me what I say now." Miao Qianqian said, putting a thousand yuan on the table: "This money was given to you by my father, if you don't want it, go and return it to him yourself." ”

With that, she turned and walked out.

Leaving the embroidery room, I came directly to the school gate.

Inside a luxury car.

"How?" Zhuge Jingtong asked.

"I'm in a very bad mood, before I went in, I heard her scolding: Mo Han, you bastard!"

"Looks like a quarrel?" Zhuge Jingtong showed a smile on her face: "Because of what, do you know?" ”

Miao Qianqian shook her head.

"Go check it out."

"Okay."