"What did you mean just now? What do you mean by throwing yourself into a hug for 500 yuan? What do you mean that I can even send it out myself!" Joanne asked directly, her voice wrapped in anger.
Huo Chengzhou opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain.
Should he say that he saw the monitoring of the piano house at home and found that a young man had come, so he hurried over to ask questions?
"Sorry." Huo Chengzhou suddenly apologized in a sincere tone: "I spoke rashly without seeing clearly."
From the content of Joan's call just now, it can be inferred that the young man should be familiar with Joan and still at school, so it's true that he thinks too much.
"So what do you see?"
"I saw a young man running out of the piano house at the entrance of the alley. I thought it was a bad man. I said something wrong in a hurry." Huo Chengzhou apologized in a serious tone: "I'm sorry."
Joanne: "
She breathed out, and the strength of holding the cup was weak. Huo Chengzhou was able to take her cup, pick up the water for her and hand it back: "be careful."
Joan took a sip of warm water, and the warm current gradually ironed her mood all the way down her mouth. She patiently explained, "Qiao Yinchen, my second uncle's brother, didn't you investigate me? Don't you even know this?"
Qiao Minghui does have a brother, which should be an ordinary family. He is not close to Qiao Minghui's family. Huo Chengzhou only glanced at the data and did not notice Qiao Yinchen's existence.
"Well, I'll treat you later and have dinner together." The misunderstanding was solved. Huo Chengzhou was inexplicably happy: "he can even give you the cost of living. It can be seen that he has a good relationship with you."
"It's OK." Speaking of Qiao mingteng, Qiao an's lips were shallow and his tone was gentle: "my second uncle was very good to me and helped me teach tuition fees. Although he was scolded by his second aunt for this matter, he still secretly stuffed pocket money to me from time to time, so my relationship with Qiao Yinchen was good. I took him as my brother."
Looking at the warmth at the bottom of her eyes, Huo Chengzhou's face softened unconsciously. His Obsidian eyes looked at her, his tone was slow, word by word: "I remember what's good for you, and I'll return it back together."
Joan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously lowered her eyes. Although her vision was still dark, she seemed to see a little starlight.
"Huo Chengzhou." Her voice was as low and pleasant as ever, but she didn't distinguish happiness and anger: "you are so complicated. I suspect you have mental diseases. Didn't you consider seeing a psychologist?"
The smile on Huo Chengzhou's face froze, and a pair of eyes instantly added a little coolness. The lip line was tight, and the thin lips became more and more cold and provocative.
Unfortunately, Joan couldn't see his expression and shrugged slightly: "obviously, just now she was rude, she began to apologize for a moment, and now she began to gently say that she would help me pay back!"
She tutted and shook her head slowly, and her eyes floated over: "aren't you really schizophrenic?"
Huo Chengzhou almost didn't come up at one breath. His face quickly turned pig liver color, but looking at the extraordinarily serious expression on the woman's extraordinarily exquisite face, he couldn't lose his temper, but he couldn't swallow it after all.
Turner breathed for a moment. He smiled briefly, raised his hand, pinched Joan's chin, gently rubbed it, and said in a deep voice, "you're right. I do have mental illness."