Qiao Yue was looking intently at the soup boiling on the stove, she seemed to suddenly feel something, just like the feeling she always had every time Su Mingyuan came back.

She put down the spoon and walked to the window, looking through the garden and looking at the door.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and the lush trees swayed slightly with the wind, sprinkling mottled places, and she saw Su Mingyuan standing under the trees, wearing a white shirt, and the cuffs rolled up his elbows casually, revealing his slender and good-looking wrists.

He put one hand in his pocket, hung his head slightly, and the sun shone on his tall and straight body, just like the day he first saw him, it was a little unreal.

Qiao Yue's heart skipped a beat, just like that afternoon when she first saw him, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

She watched infatuatedly, at the young man who had once stood in the sun and smiled at her, and a breeze blew, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, but blowing away the figure she had been thinking about day and night.

When she looked closely, it was empty under the tree, and there was still someone she was waiting for.

Qiao Yue was stunned for a long time and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, how could he possibly come back.

She turned around and returned to the stove, carefully looked at the soup in the pot, listened to the gurgling sound, her mind was full of Su Mingyuan's figure, in this sunny afternoon at the end of summer, Qiao Yue actually felt unusually warm.

Jingshan villa.

Su Mingyuan stood on the rooftop, with one hand in his pocket, looking intently at the buildings under the mountain in the distance.

The sun was a little dazzling, he squinted slightly, his white shirt was unbuttoned, and the cool mountain breeze blew down his neck into his clothes, and the slight coolness made his mind very clear.

The more sober he was, the more he missed her, Su Mingyuan didn't know what was wrong with him, why was his mind full of Qiao Yue's shadow, his mind full of her aggrieved look last night, thinking of her aggrieved and disappointed eyes at that time, his heart hurt for a while.

The house at the bottom of the hill, she was there at this time, but he didn't have the courage to go in, so he could only stand here and watch from afar.

In the garden downstairs, a large gladiolus gently swayed its flowers in the sun, exuding bursts of fragrance, just like the smell of her, familiar, elegant, unique and irreplaceable.

I don't know how long I stood there, but the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrate.

Su Mingyuan took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, connected it, and his eyes were still looking at the house in the valley villa at the foot of the mountain in the distance without blinking.

"Hey."

"Mr. Su, according to your meaning, Chu Meng and her boyfriend, oh, the man in black who pushed Miss Qiao on the escalator, have all entered the police station, and the jewelry store will also close today according to your orders, and all the shopping malls under Wangqiao have suspended cooperation with them."

"yes, got it." Su Mingyuan hung up the phone.

He held the mobile phone in his hand and looked into the distance, his expression did not change at all, and he still maintained a cold and indifferent attitude, as if the phone call just now had no effect on him.

Because for Su Mingyuan, letting those two people go into the detention center was not enough to make up for the damage Qiao Yue suffered in this matter.

What about international brands, dare to let Su Mingyuan's woman be wronged, at least don't want to gain a foothold in the sea market.

Su Mingyuan had been standing on the rooftop, looking into the distance with a lonely expression, like a noble and melancholy prince, no one knew what was going on in his mind. 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.