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Qiao Anhao got home, first went to the bathroom to pick up the pregnancy test sticks thrown on the ground, put them in a black garbage bag, took the test sheet he brought out from the hospital, looked around the bedroom to find a place to hide, and finally lay on the fluffy carpet, and when he stuffed it under the bed, he saw a familiar iron box.

Qiao An was stunned for a moment, pulled out the iron box, opened it, and saw the old renminbi, air tickets, train tickets, and an envelope with a light blue background and a pink heart.

This is still when she celebrated Lu Jinnian's birthday, because she wanted to hide the surprises she bought for him, she could only hide this iron box under the bed, and later thought that the child was taken away by him, and when she was separated from him, she only cared about those things, and she habitually thought that the iron box was in her suitcase.

If it weren't for today, she accidentally discovered it, I don't know how long this iron box will stay under this bed?

Qiao Anhao stared at the things in the tin box for a while, then the corners of her lips curved slightly, and she stuffed the pregnancy test sticks and test sheets she was holding into the tin box, closed the lid, and pushed them back under the bed.

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When Xu Jiamu returned to Su Yuan's apartment, Song Xiangsi was cooking in the kitchen wrapped in an apron.

The kitchen is open, and when Xu Jiamu was standing at the entrance to change his shoes, he saw Song Xiangsi holding a knife with great momentum, chopping cucumbers with a knife there without rules and beauty.

Obviously turned on the smoking machine, I don't know how Song Xiangsi did it, the smell of smoke in the house was a little choking, she heard the sound of the door opening, covered her mouth, coughed, turned her head, and said to Xu Jiamu bluntly: "Are you back?" Wash your hands and eat. ”

Then without waiting for Xu Jiamu to reply, he turned his head directly, as if he was murderous, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and chopping the cucumber on the board indiscriminately, and then grabbed it, put it in two bowls, held one in one hand, and put it in front of the dining table with "pop", and raised his eyebrows at Xu Jiamu who was standing in the living room frowning and looking at her: "What are you doing in a daze?" Don't you eat? ”

"Hmm." Xu Jiamu answered, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, sat opposite Song Xiangsi, just picked up the chopsticks, and when he saw the black mass in the bowl, he was so frightened that the chopsticks fell from his hands on the table: "Song Xiangsi, can you tell me, what is this?" ”

Song Xiangsi lifted his eyelids calmly, with a reasonable expression: "Fried sauce noodles, what's the matter, haven't you eaten it?" ”

"Jajangmyeon? Do your fried noodles look like this? Xu Jiamu picked up the chopsticks again, picked out the lumps of gnocchi in the bowl and the cucumber shreds of different thicknesses that barely became cucumber shreds, as well as the black sauce that couldn't tell what it was, and laughed twice with disgust: "Hehe, I really didn't see it." ”

As Xu Jiamu's voice settled, Song Xiangsi grabbed the bowl in front of him, and without saying a word, he was about to pour it out of the trash can, Xu Jiamu quickly snatched the bowl back, took the chopsticks, and stirred vigorously for a long time before he reluctantly picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth, and in the next second, Xu Jiamu picked up the water cup on the side and drank it with a bang: "Song Xiangsi, how much salt did you put in it?" ”