It seemed that all of a sudden, she was not used to eating alone.

Qiao Yue stopped moving, looked up, and looked at the position across the table.

In the midst of the heat, Qiao Yue seemed to see Su Mingyuan sitting opposite her, with a bowl of noodles in front of her.

His expression is still indifferent, his movements are still elegant and pleasant, and his slender and good-looking fingers are holding chopsticks, slowly picking up the noodles she cooked.

Qiao Yue's gaze was in a trance for a moment, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing away the hot air rising from the noodle bowl and blowing away Su Mingyuan.

Qiao Yue came to her senses.

Looking at the empty position opposite, her heart also became empty and aimless.

Qiao Yue continued to eat noodles with her head down, taking small sips of soup, but she no longer had the same taste as before.

The stomach is satisfied, and the taste buds become picky.

The short time of companionship also made her develop a "bad habit" of dependence, and in the days without him, her favorite noodles also lost their taste.

But she always had to be alone.

When the time of the contract arrives in a few months, she will leave Su Mingyuan again and embark on a journey alone, just like she did eight years ago.

One eats, one sleeps, and lives silently.

Qiao Yue drank the last mouthful of soup, got up, washed the dishes and chopsticks, cleaned up the kitchen, and then walked out of the room.

The night was slightly cool, and after the rain, a few stars appeared in the sky.

Qiao Yue walked along the cobblestone path and walked under the apple tree with ease, and quietly looked at the orchids on the ground not far away by the light.

The slender and long leaves of Jianlan, under the illumination of the garden lights, glow with brilliance, and look even more green and bright.

A faint fragrance filled the air, which was the most intimate and warm taste in Qiao Yue's memory.

Her father, her only relative, sowed the fragrance of Jianlan in her childhood, the taste rooted in her memory, and became her only support in countless difficult days.

She could no longer be selfish about herself, but had to live for her father, who was still in prison, the only family she had left.

At this time, Qiao Yue's heart was very calm, and she heard the sound of a lock coming from her heart.

The sweetness and pain of the past with Su Mingyuan, and those expectations that should not be there, were all locked in the deepest part of my heart.

Qiao Yue took a deep look at the vibrant Jianlan, turned around, and left the garden with a calm face.

Back in the bedroom on the second floor, Qiao Yue sat on the sofa, holding her mobile phone, chatting with Gong Lele.

Gong Lele seemed to be in a good mood today, chatting and chatting Qiao Yue finally found out the reason, Huayu.

Huayu asked Gong Lele to have dinner with him today, and he also watched a movie together.

Qiao Yue suddenly remembered that she hadn't told Gong Lele about Huayu yet, so she hurriedly sent a message over.

"Lele, do you think Huayu is different from ordinary men." She tried to be as tactful as she could.

"Of course there is." Gong Lele is almost a second back.

Qiao Yue was overjoyed, and was about to strike while the iron was hot to say that Hua Yu was gay and didn't like women, when she saw Gong Lele immediately send another message.

"He's so handsome and gentlemanly, ordinary men can't compare to him." It is followed by a series of eye-catching emojis.

Qiao Yue stopped abruptly halfway through the message, staring at the screen, not knowing how to reply.

However, Gong Lele on the other end of the phone didn't know Qiao Yue's thoughts, his mind was full of Huayu, and he kept talking about things related to Huayu.

Qiao Yue looked at the messages that kept coming, and her brows became tighter and tighter. Read the latest chapter of "Su Shao's Crazy Wife: Mrs. Come to the Claw Book House in the Bowl" for free for the first time.