Chapter Forty-Eight: The Art of Evil Descent
God is fair and has given her a lot of skills, but he has not given her the talent for love.
Qiao Anmu is not cold in the face of men, so she has missed the big brother who amazed her childhood.
As for Fang Chen, she just needs such a person to give her a home, she is not in love with Fang Chen, but the only opposite sex in her life at that time, a warm man who is a little different from Jiang Shuyan, is not as strong as the light brought to her by that beautiful young man.
This is what she figured out later, it is also useful to watch too many idol dramas, and she was drunk that night, but she was just unwilling to be betrayed.
After seeing too many lovelorn women and getting drunk, she also followed the trend with the gourd painting scoop and pit herself once.
It's just that the young man is arrogant and arrogant, and he is domineering to her, how precious the stewed beef brisket with tomatoes was at that time, and he ate it all domineeringly.
It's a pity that I won't have a chance to see him again, and I can't recognize him when I see him, he's almost thirty, maybe he's become a greasy uncle?
Thinking of the sick and weak beautiful boy, there was always a pain in her body, starting from the heart and squeezing her lungs desperately from the bottom up.
Maybe it was because of his pain that she would study medicine desperately.
"So, it's a girlfriend at your house?" Huo Yunting couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, my little sister."
As soon as Qiao Anmu finished speaking, her mobile phone rang.
Qiao Anmu said "sorry" and then went to answer the phone.
Huo Yunting lowered his head to eat, and the delicious food made him feel very good.
"Xixi, I'm coming back soon."
"Mu Mu, Su Qingluo is back."
"Hey, when I returned to China, she said she didn't plan to come back?"
"She just called me and said that she would be at the airport at three o'clock tomorrow and let us pick her up, and she said that there was something in the head office recently, and it would be easier to come back."
"That's okay, I'll go to work tomorrow, and you go pick her up and Luoluo and Yichu."
Liu Xiyan was very unhappy: "I know, workaholic, come back quickly, I am almost finished eating the snacks brought by Jiang Shuyan." ”
"Shuyan is gone." Qiao Anmu said as she took off her apron.
Hearing the word "Shuyan", Huo Yunting suddenly felt bad, and this complex emotion made him very unfamiliar.
"Gone, something."
"Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Qiao Anmu looked at Huo Yunting: "President, I'll go home first." "Well, tomorrow it's still a siu mai for breakfast."
"Hehe...... "Joan Mule said, "The food I cook is delicious." ”
Huo Yunting nodded without denying it, "The main thing is that you wash the vegetables cleanly, as for the taste......" Huo Yunting wanted to speak and stopped, as for the taste, it was really good.
Qiao Anmu: "......"
Okay, don't follow the dog man.
When Qiao Anmu returned home, the three babies were asleep, but Liu Xiyan had not slept yet.
There was no light in the living room, and when Qiao Anmu turned on the light, Liu Xiyan sat on the sofa alone with a pillow, her face was very bad.
She changed her shoes and walked over and sat down beside her.
The sofa was very soft, Qiao Anmu was taller than Liu Xiyan, and as soon as she sat down, Liu Xiyan leaned a little towards her.
"I'm back." Liu Xiyan said sullenly.
Qiao Anmu nodded, reached out and rubbed her head, "I'm back, now I can talk about you." ”
"Hey, I don't need you to worry about my bad things, you're busy enough."
Qiao Anmu blinked her beautiful eyes, and also pulled the pillow and hugged it in her arms, "Although I can't help you, I'm a good listener, let's talk about it." ”