This is not the Qiao Yue he knows, so humble, lowering his posture, almost down to the dust.

Qiao Yue's high heels also fell to the ground, and the black high heels were next to a pile of red banknotes, which looked particularly dazzling.

Su Mingyuan looked at the pair of delicate and small high heels, and something flashed in his eyes.

"!" He kicked the red patch on the carpet, and the bills scattered in all directions.

Su Mingyuan turned around and entered the bedroom, on the messy big bed, in the middle of the snow-white sheets, the red abrupt imprint was on it, and those red marks on Qiao Yue's delicate skin appeared in front of Su Mingyuan's eyes.

Su Mingyuan turned his head irritably, picked up a cigarette on the bedside table, took out one and put it on his mouth to light it.

He walked to the window and took a hard breath, and after a long time he slowly spit it out, and his face was so beautiful that it was smoky.

Qiao Yue came out of Su Mingyuan's room, the door behind her slammed shut, and her strength was instantly drained, and she almost fell to the ground.

She mustered up the courage to turn her head and looked at the gilded number on the solid wooden door, and the four gilt Arabic numerals of 1005 stung her eyes.

Qiao Yue stumbled into the elevator that had just opened, and the cleaning aunt who came out of the elevator looked at Qiao Yue, who was barefoot, and before she could ask, the elevator door was closed.

Qiao Yue leaned against the elevator wall, her whole person seemed to be collapsed, holding the red fried slices in her hands, and her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the morning, and the elevator went unimpeded from the top floor to the first floor before the door opened.

Before the elevator door opened, Qiao Yue wiped away the tears on her face, she lowered her head, her long hair was covered on both sides, she ignored the strange eyes of the lobby attendant, and walked to the side of the road in one breath, there happened to be a taxi who had just gotten off the passenger, Qiao Yue opened the door directly and went in.

After reporting the name of the community, Qiao Yue leaned her head against the car window, closed her eyes and recuperated, and it was not until the driver said that Qiao Yue opened her eyes.

"Please drive in." Qiao Yue opened her mouth, the entrance of the community was still some distance from her building, she was barefoot, and now it was almost time to go to work, she didn't want to attract attention.

"Okay." The driver turned the car, drove into the community, and stopped in front of the building Qiao Yue said.

"It's 60 bucks in total." Said the driver.

Qiao Yue handed over the hundred-yuan bill that she had been holding in her hand, and whispered, "No need to look for it." Then he opened the door and got out of the car.

Back at home, Qiao Yue took a shower, warmed herself a glass of milk, and then sat on the sofa in a daze.

Even now, Qiao Yue's fingertips holding the milk are still trembling slightly.

From last night to today, everything was like a dream, Qiao Yue never thought that she would meet Su Mingyuan, or in that situation.

In her mind, she couldn't help but recall what Su Mingyuan said to her, "Eight years ago, I didn't bother to touch you, but I didn't expect you to send me to sleep again eight years later. ”

Just a few sentences, but every word is heart-wrenching.

Eight years ago, in an abandoned villa in Sumu Village.

When Su Mingyuan turned around and looked at Qiao Yue with a calm gaze, the shy and longing smile on Qiao Yue's face became slightly stiff, and the movement of collecting the umbrella in his hand also subconsciously paused.

"Brother Mingyuan." Qiao Yue put the umbrella aside, called softly, and hung down slightly, her face flushed with shyness, and she didn't dare to look at that beautiful face with her eyes down.