The reporter broke into the ward, and Zhao Yan was interviewed.

She was originally very polite and perfunctory to reporters' questions, but after the number of people in the live broadcast room reached one million, she said hoarsely: "I reported them for tax evasion and tax evasion under my real name, and forced them to become prostitutes!" ”

"I applied for police protection, and the car accident was their hand! If I disappear, they must have done it! ”

A series of names came out of her mouth, the live broadcast was cut off, and Zhao Yan's life and death were uncertain again.

Luo Qingqiao saw this news as soon as she woke up, she was full of confusion and looked at Zhou Fan who was sleeping next to her.

The memory of last night is stuck on the slightly astringent red wine.

She looked down at the pajamas on her body and said firmly, "You changed the pajamas for me." ”

It's a pink nightgown again, and she won't wear these bright colors.

"Yes, I came back from Anna and I saw you drunk in the study."

When mentioning Anna, Zhou Fan deliberately accentuated the pronunciation, obviously to see her jealous.

But Luo Qingqiao didn't think so, and didn't hear the meaning of his words, so he only took this sentence seriously from beginning to end.

The two of them lay together, their ears rubbing their temples, and they seemed to be a real family.

Zhou Fan teased in her ear: "Why don't I say it?" I only dare to sell drunk after I leave, and I am a little waste. ”

"I'm here for work."

It's true.

Maybe part of it is because of Zhou Fan, but it is only a small part, and it is not for him to find other women.

After all, over the years, she has long been tired of watching Zhou Fan's lace news.

"Zhao Yan......" Luo Qingqiao didn't know how to talk to him, and finally chose to be silent, anyway, the matter has become big, and it should have nothing to do with her.

After having breakfast with Zhou Fan, after seeing her leave, Luo Qingqiao buried herself in work.

But in the evening, Zhou Fan came back with Zhao Yan.

Not long after the miscarriage, there was another car accident, and Zhao Yan looked very weak.

She didn't wear makeup today, she simply sat in a wheelchair in loose clothes, and when the wind blew, her clothes stuck to her flesh, making her look skinny.

The little assistant, who was still angry with Luo Qingqiao before, pushed her, looking frightened, as if she had just been frightened.

Luo Qingqiao couldn't help but ask: "This is?" ”

She has always turned a blind eye to the women around Zhou Fan, but Zhao Yan is different, they have a grudge, and she was brought over, she doesn't want to live under the same roof with a woman who has harmed her.

But Zhou Fan didn't feel his resistance, and told the housekeeper with a normal expression: "You cook two more meals in the future, and they will also live here." ”

"Zhou Fan!" Luo Qingqiao couldn't help but shout at him.

Zhou Fan looked at her at this time.

He looked as usual, and when the eyes that looked at her affectionately made Luo Qingqiao's heart feel a dull pain.

She asked, "Miss Zhao will live here in the future?" ”

"Yes."

"How long is she going to stay?"

"Wait ......"

Zhao Yan interjected into their conversation: "Miss Luo won't be angry, right?" Brother Zhou Fan just felt sorry for me and was afraid that those bad guys would do something to me, so he took me over. ”

"If you don't like to look at me, I promise to stay in your room obediently in the future, and never run out to get in the way."

After a speech in the tea, Luo Qingqiao was a little unable to eat.

Zhou Fan's gaze swept over, and Zhao Yan instantly closed his mouth.

He walked over and grabbed Luo Qingqiao's hand and coaxed her in a low voice: "Send people away when the turmoil outside passes, only the security here is the best, and I will bring people back." ”

"This is your house, you don't have to tell me this."

Although Zhou Fan said that he gave her the house, Luo Qingqiao still didn't have any sense of belonging here.

Just in time for the meal, the housekeeper interrupted their conversation by calling them to eat.

Luo Qingqiao didn't mention these things again.

After eating at the same table with them, she put her things in order, carried her suitcase, and planned to go out.

Zhou Fan hurried over and grabbed her hand dragging the suitcase: "What are you doing here?" ”