Qiao Yue made a tenter chair on the balcony for a while, and then entered the house, because she really felt a little sleepy and wanted to rest for a while.

Now she doesn't have to go to work, and she doesn't have to think about other things, she just needs to wait for the time when Su Mingyuan is not at home, so she doesn't think about time.

Qiao Yue didn't look at the time, walked directly to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

As she lay down, she fell into a deep sleep almost quickly, looking very tired and tired.

In her sleep, the familiar scent of flowers came from the tip of her nose, and Qiao Yue returned to the carefree summer eight years ago.

"What flowers are so fragrant." Su Mingyuan raised his nose and smelled in the air, a little curious and a little surprised.

Qiao Yue pursed her lips and smiled, "Guess." ”

Su Mingyuan turned his dark and deep eyes, and really thought about it seriously, and after a few seconds, he said, "This kind of elegant and non-pungent aroma should be a kind of orchid." ”

Qiao Yue smiled, sure enough, she was the scholar and male god in her mind, she knew everything, and there was nothing he didn't understand.

"That's right, it's Jianlan." Qiao Yue said with a smile.

In the afternoon of the same day, she pulled out a small seedling growing from the side from the Jianlan planted by her father, planted it in a small flower pot, and then gave it to Su Mingyuan as a treasure.

"Well, this is Jianlan, from today onwards, you have to take good care of it." Qiao Yue flashed with a pair of big eyes and a smile on her face.

The white and tender face with a little baby fat looks red and fluttering, as cute as the Jianlan seedling in her hand.

"It's so pretty." Su Mingyuan took the Jianlan seedling in her hand, looked at her pink face, and said a pun. 163TXT

Qiao Yue lowered her head slightly, and the blush went from her face to the base of her neck, unspeakably shy and cute.

This night, Qiao Yue slept very soundly, without the horror of her mother jumping from the upper floor, nor the sadness of losing her father, and the sweet ignorance between the two teenagers and the happy time that was difficult to replicate in youth.

After a long time, Qiao Yue opened her eyes in a daze, looking at the snow-white ceiling, and for a while she couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

It took a few minutes for Qiao Yue to completely wake up, and her mood was a little lost.

Sure enough, it was a dream.

Qiao Yue got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, and when she came out, she felt a feeling of emptiness in her stomach, followed by a gurgling sound.

So hungry, Qiao Yue glanced down at her abdomen, and the unprecedented hunger in her heart was in her heart.

It was as if she hadn't eaten for days, and she was so hungry that she was a little dizzy.

I vomited almost everything I ate in the morning, and now it's normal to feel hungry.

Qiao Yue was just about to go out, and when she thought of something, she turned around again and walked on the balcony instead.

She walked to the fence, and sure enough, she saw that Su Mingyuan was no longer in the garden, and the circle of dirt around Jianlan had obviously been turned over, and the color was darker than other places.

Did he go out? As soon as this thought appeared, Qiao Yue's heart jumped violently, as if she had been planning a secret, and suddenly she had a chance to implement it.

Qiao Yue opened the door and walked out, looking around as she walked, as if she was looking to see if Su Mingyuan was at home.

As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she smelled the aroma of food, and her stomach suddenly roared even more.