Qiao Yan was dumbfounded, she saw that Yu Chihong's face was pale and his eyes were miserable.

And the young girl was at a loss on her face. "Mr. Wei Chi," she said timidly, "do you want to ...... Go and persuade Mr. Zhong to beat the child like this......"

Yu Chihong shook his head tiredly, his voice heavy and sad. "It's useless to persuade anyone, let him go. You take this young lady to the living room first. He looked at Qiao Yan, "You wait for me for a while, I'll pack up some things and leave." ”

"Pack up?" Qiao Yan was a little puzzled.

"I'll go back to my dorm." Yu Chihong's voice was hoarse.

Qiao Yan followed the young girl to the living room and sat down on the sofa. "What does Miss drink? Tea or coffee? The young girl asked politely.

"May I ask, who are you from this house?" Qiao Yan was curious about the identity of the other party.

"My name is Left Bank, and I'm the nanny at home, and I'm responsible for taking Babe." The girl has a masculine name. She grimaced, "I tried my best, but ......"

"That kid is hard to serve at first glance." Qiao Yan had a look of knowing everything.

Left Bank sighed and asked repeatedly: "What do you drink?" ”

Qiao Yan said that boiled water is fine, it's so late, I don't want to drink tea or coffee. The left bank went into the kitchen and poured boiling water.

Qiao Yan looked at her back for a while, such a young girl, with a good image and temperament, came to be a nanny for others, and served such a little witch, it was really wronged. The little witch, she listened carefully, and there was a faint cry from upstairs. What kind of family is this too strict and harsh father, rebellious and radical daughter, as well as helpless uncles and aggrieved nannies?

Her gaze fell back to the living room, where the interior furnishings of the old villa were quite luxurious. The four walls, ceiling and floor are all made of imported nanmu, which is thick and stable. The furnishings are exquisite, the screen is hollow and carved, and the furniture is made of sour pear wood. Equipped with a red sandalwood ancient shelf, displaying antiques of the past dynasties, traditional and elegant.

When the left bank came over with a glass of water, Qiao Yan asked her if Bei Bei had always been so unreasonable. The left bank did not dare to speak ill of the master's child, but only gave a short answer, and rarely obeyed.

"Are they brothers, why don't they have the same surname?" Qiao Yan inquired again.

"My brother takes my mother's surname, and I take my father's surname." Wei Chihong appeared at the door of the living room with a black duffel bag, "Let's go, I'll send you back first, and I have to catch the last boat." ”

Qiao Yan put down the water glass, got up and walked towards him.

The two of them walked along the winding path of Chase Wave Island towards Qiao's Mansion. "It's not okay for your brother to discipline a child like this." Somehow, Qiao Yan couldn't let go of the rebellious little girl in her heart.

"I persuaded him, but it didn't work at all, but ......" Yu Chihong paused and didn't say any more.

"How long has Left Bank been working as a nanny at your house?" Qiao Yan changed the subject.

Wei Chihong didn't expect her to suddenly ask about the left bank, and was slightly stunned before saying: "It seems that I came here last year, I have changed too many nannies before, I can't remember clearly." The Left Bank is new and I don't know how long it will last. ”

Qiao Yan shook her head secretly, she could imagine how restless the family was with such a little witch. "You're not staying at home at night? Because of Babe? ”

Yu Chihong nodded and shook his head. "I don't bother with a child, mainly my brother......" he said again.

Qiao Yan couldn't bear it anymore. "Can you please not always talk half every time."

Wei Chihong stopped, and after a while, he said distressed and struggling: "My brother has always thought that my sister-in-law divorced him, and Bei Bei became a motherless child, all of which were caused by me. ”

"You and your sister-in-law ......" Qiao Yan was extremely surprised, could it be that he and his sister-in-law had an unruly love?

"Not what you think." Wei Chihong corrected her distorted thoughts in time, "No matter how I am, I can't have anything to do with my sister-in-law." That's because...... My status as a police officer. This identity has deeply hurt my family. He hurried his steps, but slowed down because of the stagnation of his steps, and his heart was full of sadness and loneliness. The streetlamp casts his shadow into the ground, one moment in front and another in the back.

Although Qiao Yan didn't understand the meaning of his words, she was infected and depressed.

Arriving at the gate of Qiao's mansion, Yu Chihong turned around and prepared to leave.

Qiao Yan stopped him and asked, "Are you sure you want to go to Hong Bingwei's house with us tomorrow morning?" ”

Wei Chihong definitely said yes.

"That's better ......" Qiao Yan quickly organized the most appropriate wording, "I'll clean up a room for you to live in, so that you don't have to go back and forth to take the boat." Didn't you take me in before, and this is also a courtesy. ”

"Since you say so, then you're welcome." Wei Chihong was at ease, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and his face was not as calm as before.

Qiao Ran was not at all surprised when he saw Qiao Yan and Yu Chihong coming back together, and when he heard that Qiao Yan was going to take Yu Chihong in. She quietly pulled Qiao Yan aside and grinned. "Sister, I want to give him your boudoir, and you come and sleep with me. Or are you going to sleep in a room with him? ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qiao Yan snorted.

However, her sister's words reminded Qiao Yan that although there are many rooms at home, most of them are vacant, and it is very troublesome to prepare beds and bedding, so it is better to give him his own room. Thinking that Yu Chihong was going to sleep on her bed, Qiao Yan blushed and ran into the bedroom with her head down.

She tidied up the room very carefully, and the items on the table were neatly arranged, even the originally folded quilts were spread out and overlapped, and she sprayed some perfume on the pillow. That's her favourite, Givenchy's Dahlia Noir L'eau eau de toilette, with a unique rose floral note that combines freshness and richness.

After doing all this, she was like a demon, she was frozen in place and couldn't move at all, staring at the pillow on the bed in a daze, and the picture of Yu Chihong lying on the bed actually appeared in front of her.

"Am I evil?" She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the illusion that made her blush and heartbeat. Take a deep breath, suppress your pounding heartbeat, and walk out of the bedroom.

Yu Chihong stood in front of the fireplace, looking up at the photo of the sixth aunt and the female painter, thinking about something.

"Why are you so interested in this picture?" Qiao Yan couldn't help but be curious.

"It's a secret." There was a bit of naughty banter in Wei Chihong's eyes, which made his whole face vivid and bright.

Qiao Yan stared at him, a little dizzy.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Chihong also looked at her.

"I think you're a little different, not so fierce." Qiao Yan's thin little lips turned up slightly, giving him a mischievous and cute smile.

Qiao Yan's smile seemed to be contagious, and Yu Chihong suddenly felt that he was fluttering, like a white cloud in the sky. It was a strange feeling, and he quietly lowered his head to hide the hidden smile on his lips.

At night, Wei Chihong lay on the bed in Qiao Yan's boudoir, his hands on his head, and he didn't feel sleepy. What lingered in my mind was Qiao Yan's smile. The faint scent of roses on the pillow penetrated into his nostrils, ironing against his body and mood. What a familiar rose floral scent! He hadn't smelled the scent of roses since the Misty Heights had been burned to ruins seven years ago, but he would never forget the scent for the rest of his life.

He remembered that early summer night when the roses were in full bloom, and the shy buds quietly bloomed, as white as snow, and as pale as pink. Long branches climb with the trend, weaving a series of colorful fence walls. Green trees and red flowers, emerald green and colorful. The fragrance of flowers is ethereal, permeating every corner of Misty Hills. In the bright moonlight, there was a young girl standing under the flower wall, and the dew was hanging on her dress. Petals slipped from her hair, like butterflies fluttering their beautiful wings.

To this day, Wei Chihong only has a very vague memory of that girl's appearance. Her short thick hair, slightly chubby figure, and fleshy face, which did not meet the standards of a "beauty", fascinated him, and she smiled heartily among the flowers, and her two rows of white teeth shining in the moonlight, so happy, carefree, and one with the roses, he held his breath and was fascinated by the beautiful scenery.

He sat up sharply, trying to clear his chaotic mind. Looking around the room, this is a quiet and comfortable elegant room, the color is mainly fresh and bright, with beautiful wallpaper, and light-colored European furniture, making the interior seem to be full of freshness after the rain. Like the name of rose, it is fresh, elegant, and has an ethereal fragrance that is intoxicating.

His gaze fell on the classical photo frame placed on the bedside table, which contained a profile photo of Qiao Yan, looking up at the sky, his eyes were melancholy, and behind him was the vast sea. The sky and the sea are dreamy blue, and the sea and sky are connected. She loves the sea just like him, right? Especially when I am bored, suffocated and helpless, I am especially eager to see, hear and feel the sea. The sea is inclusive, mysterious, and there is power in peace, you can feel the power and feel the calm. His hand caressed Qiao Yan's face in the photo, and he clearly heard his messy heartbeat.

Wei Chihong's heart was shaking, Qiao Yan's mood was not calm, and she lay on the bed with her eyes wide open.

"Sister", Qiao Ran propped up and looked at her, with a smile a little mysterious, "Tell you something." When I went to the concert that night, I deliberately gave you two tickets that were connected to each other. ”

"What?" Qiao Yan glared at the boss, she actually ignored such an obvious fact, "What do you mean." ”

Qiao Ran laughed. "It's not interesting, I just want to match you."

"Why?" Qiao Yan asked very seriously.

Qiao Ran also smiled, and said, "It's just that there is no reason, I think you two are quite suitable." Sister, you must have feelings for him now, otherwise how would you let a man sleep in your bed. ”

Qiao Yan's face was suddenly hot, and she didn't go around in circles with her sister, so she sighed heavily. "What if you feel it, people don't feel for me."