"Hey, why don't you do it, anyway, I'm taking a leave of absence today, do you want to take a leave of absence too? Then come to my house, and the two of us will figure out a way? Zhao Baihe's words made Qiao An seem to grasp a life-saving straw.

"Okay, I'll go to you right away."

She hung up the phone, packed up her things, then found someone to replace her, then took a taxi to Zhao Baihe's house after making a leave of absence.

As the door of the room was opened, Zhao Baihe came out to greet her in a high-necked dress.

"Why are you so tightly wrapped at home?"

As soon as Joan saw her, she immediately complained.

"I was just about to go out, but you called me, so I forgot to change it." With that, he took Joan into his room.

The room is very small, only about 20 square meters, and the two-person station is slightly narrow.

"My family is too small, you can just sit on the bed, and I'll pour you a glass of water." When Zhao Baihe saw Qiao An looking at her room, her face was slightly embarrassed, so she excused herself and walked away.

Although I have worked with Zhao Baihe for five years, this is the first time I have come to her house.

At the beginning, Zhao Baihe was her internship assistant, and later she was promoted to three levels to become a senior designer in the design department, but Zhao Baihe was not particularly good at learning, so for five years, she has been just an internship assistant, she once wanted to apply for Zhao Baihe to study abroad, but she was rejected by herself.

Sitting on the bed, Joan watched her busy in the corner, but felt happy for her.

Those who are married envy the unmarried, and the unmarried envy the married.

When Joan reached out to lean back on the bed in a different position, her hand unexpectedly touched a piece of clothing that felt very good.

Joan turned around, and when she saw the dress on the bed, her whole heart dropped to zero.

The blue and white silk nightdress looked so out of place on a narrow bed.

She took the dress in her hand, her brow full of doubt.

Why is this dress exactly the same as the one she lost before? And her hair is also slightly curly + yellow?

"I don't have a refrigerator here, can I just boil water?"

Outside the curtain, Zhao Baihe's voice came in.

Her voice was gentle, but it made Joan feel very sarcastic.

If it was really Zhao Baihe, Qiao An felt that she would not be able to accept it. The person who can't accept cheating on his husband will be his best friend.

Anger hadn't taken over her sanity, and Joan forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart.

I can't be so impulsive, what if her dress just happens to be exactly the same as the one I bought? As for curly hair and yellow hair, there are a lot of them in the country, and they can't be poked out, and if it weren't for her, they wouldn't even be able to make friends at that time.

Because she was afraid of her own arbitrariness, Qiao An did not question Zhao Baihe on the spot.

After calming down, she put her clothes back where they came.

"Yes." Only then did he respond.

Soon, Zhao Baihe slowly walked over with two cups of warm water.

"Tell me, what the hell happened last night."

Zhao Baihe put the cup in front of Qiao An, and then sat on the ground, but her gossip eyes stared at her motionlessly.

Hearing this, Qiao Ann couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart.

If the woman who cheated on her husband was really Zhao Baihe, then is she like a joke now? Tell others about being taken to the hotel by strangers?

"Oh, you said that, hey, I got dressed in the morning, checked the hotel's surveillance and found that it was my own room, and then I stripped myself naked and fell asleep as soon as I entered the hotel." After saying that, Qiao An also pulled open his clothes and leaked out of his white neck: "Look, there is no trace." The words fell, but her eyes stayed on Zhao Baihe's body.

For she remembered that the woman would occasionally wear a turtleneck and wrap herself tightly, often with a band-aid around her neck.

Thinking this way, it is very likely that she is covering up those ambiguous traces.

Seeing Qiao An staring at her neck, Zhao Baihe deliberately got up, "Hey, I'm a little hot without air conditioning here, should we go out for a walk?" ”

Seeing that the other party deliberately avoided her sight, Qiao An saw her uneasiness and deliberateness: "No, Xiao Xuan got off work early tonight, the three of us haven't had dinner together for a long time, do you want to have a meal together in the evening?" “

Joan really wanted the two of them to meet and observe their expressions and movements face to face, because she wanted to find out if the woman who left a mark in the car in her house was really her.

"Huh? Isn't that okay? It's not good for the two of you to go together, and I'm an outsider. Although Zhao Baihe said this, her eyes were full of expectation.

If it was usual, Joan would definitely persuade her not to go together, but now she can't, because she wants the third party to show up.

"Tsk, it's really not good, I forgot that today is Valentine's Day, haha, I'm sorry, please ask you next time it's not a holiday."

This sentence was deliberately said by Jo Ann.

When hearing Qiao An's words, it was obvious that Zhao Baihe herself was stunned.

Because, in the past, the two of them often dated, often ate and watched movies with her, but now I didn't expect to reject her for such a reason?

Zhao Baihe, who has always been sensitive, seemed a little suspicious that Qiao An knew something.

"Okay."

The two met this time unlike before, they seemed to have endless words to talk about, endless chatting days, sitting together and rubbing each other.

Now, the two sat far away and did not speak, and they were silent with each other, and they each had their own thoughts.

In the end, Qiao An couldn't sit still and got up: "Then I'll go back first today, you pay attention to your body." ”

After finishing, Zhao Baihe just nodded absentmindedly.

Joan walked to the door and turned to leave without looking back.

As for Zhao Baihe, staring at her back without saying a word, there was a touch of ruthlessness in her eyes, and she didn't close the door until the figure disappeared from her eyes.