However, he should have come back before her, why hasn't he returned yet?

Qiao Yue thought for a while, shook her head randomly, and laughed self-deprecatingly, he shouldn't be back tonight, this is just a place for him to keep women in captivity, and it is not his home in the real sense, why should people come back.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yue walked over, took out the key, opened the door, and entered the house. She didn't realize that deep down, she was actually longing for Su Mingyuan to come back, maybe she had been lonely for too long, even if Su Mingyuan was so indifferent to her and so alienated, but two shadows were better than being alone.

Qiao Yue went upstairs, took a quick hot bath, then changed into clean clothes, drank some hot water, and waited for her hair to dry before she climbed into bed and fell asleep after a while.

Su Mingyuan parked the car not far away, lowered the window, and looked at the bright light in the villa not far away, the little scarlet hanging on his hand outside the window flickered and dimmed, and the cigarette butts had been thrown on the ground.

I don't know how many cigarettes he smoked, watching the villa in the distance light up, and then extinguishing again, leaving only a small night light, he knew that Qiao Yue went to bed.

After a long while, Su Mingyuan seemed to have made up his mind, he threw away the half-burned cigarette and drove the car into the villa.

Su Mingyuan pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, Qiao Yue, who was lying on the bed, was completely unaware, she was too tired today, juggling between Luo Ting and Chu Meng, the caution in front of Su Mingyuan, and a lot of brain-intensive work, all made her think hard, and a little rain, so as soon as she got into the warm and soft quilt, her whole body and mind relaxed, and soon fell asleep.

Qiao Yue dreamed that she was back eight years ago, when all the good things were not over, when all the nightmares had not begun, all her youth, her love, and Su Mingyuan, who she had loved in her heart for more than ten years but could not speak or be qualified to say, only at this time, in her sleep, her brain could recall uncontrollably, and she dared to think about him unscrupulously.

In his sleep, when he saw the sunny and handsome boy who still smiled at himself, although he was sad and bitter in his heart, a bitter and sweet smile still appeared at the corner of Qiao Yue's mouth.

She stretched out her hand and subconsciously hugged the quilt in her arms, as if she wanted to grasp something important in her life, but she knew that she couldn't grasp anything, and she couldn't leave anything.

Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue who was smiling in his sleep, and his eyes suddenly appeared when Qiao Yue got out of a strange man's car just outside the villa, looking back at the picture of a smile, his heart was suddenly stabbed.

And at the bus stop, when he saw the heavy rain, he deliberately reversed the car to pick her up, and when she saw her, she was frightened, like hiding from the plague, and almost fell after returning after a while

He remembered what Luo Ting said in his ear in the company today, he thought of the poor mother, and the hateful woman, and Qiao Yue, the woman who was lying on his bed at this moment, was the daughter of that slut.

He looked at Qiao Yue's sleeping face, the look in his eyes became deeper and deeper, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Qiao Yue's slender wrist, and then pulled hard, Qiao Yue, who was still asleep, was dragged up from the bed.

"You get up for me!" Su Mingyuan almost roared at Qiao Yue, who was sleepy-eyed and looked frightened and overwhelmed.