Chapter 929

In the office, Qiao Muze is holding the table top, his tall body is slightly restrained, his eyes are looking at a void point, his mind is full of the words just said by Zhuang Nuan, and he closes his eyes tightly.

The whole beautiful outline shows a touch of hurt.

But soon, his eyes were filled with worry about her.

Moved out of his house, where is she going to live?

With little thought, he picked up the key to the desk and ran out of the office door.

At this point, Zhuang wennuan has already thought about it. She decides to move back to her home with grandma. Maybe the paparazzi are no longer paying attention to her home.

Zhuang warm dragging suitcases, step by step in the next street, her mind is empty, do not know what to think.

In her mind, Qiao Muze's face appeared. She looked back at the skyscraper behind her. She forced herself to erase everything to him, because from today on, she really had to find out the real murderer for her parents.

She can't drag on any longer. She will use all her strength to turn over the case to her parents. Even though, the truth behind that may be his father, because compared with the tragic death of her parents, there is nothing more hateful to her.

But she didn't find that when she was walking in the street, a black car slowly followed her and kept a distance more than ten meters behind her.

Choumuze changed an unusual car. Only in this way can he follow her closely, not be found by her, not be hated by her.

Looking back at the direction of his office building, although she was wearing black frame glasses, he could feel the brush from her.

His eyes locked her tightly. At this moment, Zhuang warm figure was hit by two men who were on their way quickly. She immediately clanged and choked and almost fell down.

The man in the car, heart tightly clenched on her body, Zhuang wennuan was hit by this, just woke up, she reached out to stop a taxi, heading home. Behind the taxi, there is a black Rolls Royce.

Zhuang Nuan sat in front of the window, his eyes vacant, as if his aura had been taken away, leaving only a beautiful body.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the gate of the community where Zhuang Nuan used to live. She dragged the figure of the suitcase, looking very tired and walking very slowly.

Not far behind her, in the black car, the man wanted to help her, but he held it down, because, for her, maybe the help of a stranger is better than his appearance.

Qiao Muze has been at the entrance of the community, sitting in the car, like a sculpture.

When Zhuang wennuan returned home, she sat on the sofa, holding her arms and weeping, turning her despair into tears.

Because her heart, in addition to hatred, there is another kind of emotion, which also strongly occupies her heart and makes her miserable.

That's the feeling for jomunze. God must be joking, letting her fall in love with him, but giving her such a cruel ending.

This evening, Zhuang wennuan hid at home and didn't want to go anywhere.

At the entrance of the community, the black luxury car just left in the evening.

This night, Zhuang warm sleep in bed, feel particularly cold, sleepy off and on, but one dream after another, dream of the picture of her parents' tragic death, dream back to the day she held her parents' bones, that jar of heavy ash.

She also dreamt that everything had not happened since Joe muzer's villa. He greeted her with a smile and called her name. The more she dreamt of these warm memories.

When she woke up, she felt despair, affection and love, and she lost them.

Early morning.

After a long night, Zhuang wennuan opened her eyes. Her clear eyes were covered with bloodshot, red and swollen eyes, and her pale face. She was like a doll on the verge of death.

In the evening, Qiao came back to the office and checked the data all night, because even if he went back, he could not sleep.

When Yang Li came in the morning, she came in to clean his office. When she opened the door, she saw the figure sitting on the chair.

She was shocked. "President Qiao, why are you still in the office? Did you not go back last night? "

Qiao Muze slightly raised his eyes, "give me a cup of coffee."

"Now?"

"Well!"

"No, Mr. Qiao, you should have a rest. You can't endure it any longer. You can't bear the iron body!" Yang Li advised.

She thought, is it related to Zhuang wennuan crying from his office last night? Do they really have to fight?

"Coffee!" Qiao Muze's thin lips are light, but there is an indisputable power.

Yang Li had to sigh and turn around to make coffee for him.

After a while, Yang Li brought a cup of coffee to him and looked into his red eyes. She was really distressed.

"Joe, is there anything I'm told to do?" Yang Li asked.

Qiao Muse's eyes flashed, thinking of Zhuang Nuan alone, he said, "you go to Zhuang Nuan's home and see her."

"What do I need to buy?" Yang Li asked again.

Joe Muse thought about it. He said hoarsely, "take a breakfast!"

Yang Li nodded. "OK, I'll go now."

At the moment, it's only eight o'clock. Yang Li quickly packed a breakfast in the restaurant downstairs of the company and drove to the neighborhood where Chuang warm is.

Zhuang warm warm at the moment, standing on the balcony, has a bad headache. She looks at the street below the 28th floor. She really has a flash of thought. If she jumps from here, all the pain will be solved.

It's just a moment's thought, which was quickly stopped by her. She still has grandma. Even if she is desperate again, she can't leave grandma in the world. She wants to live and accompany her family.

At this time, the door of Zhuang warm was knocked, she was shocked. With her, she stood at the door and looked through the cat's eyes. Yang Li's figure was heard outside the door. She was slightly surprised, but still opened the door.

Yang Li outside the door was carrying her breakfast. She looked at her with a gentle smile. "Hello, Miss Zhuang."

"Assistant Yang, what can I do for you?" Zhuang didn't invite her in, but asked her through the door.

Yang Li looked at the haggard and thin girl, her whole body covered with sadness. She couldn't help but say, "Miss Zhuang, you haven't had breakfast yet! I brought you breakfast. "

Zhuang warm Zheng for a while, looking at the breakfast in her hand, this is she brought, or Qiao Muze asked her to send it?

"Assistant Yang, no, thank you." Zhuang wennuan still doesn't want to accept it.

Yang Li smiled. "Joe always asked me to come over to see you. I thought of buying this breakfast on the way. Would you like me to bring it to you? Don't waste it. "

Yang Li's words, gentle with care, make Zhuang warm heart a warm, side let her in.

Yang Li put down her breakfast and said to herself, "ah! When I arrived at the company in the morning, I thought Joe would arrive before me! But I look at his eyes, they are boiling red, I just think, he did not go home in the office last night! "

Zhuang's eyes were still shining. He didn't sleep last night? "These days, Joe always refreshes himself with coffee because of his work. I'm afraid that his stomach can't stand it, but he's not an iron body. From the day before yesterday, he took coffee as his staple food." After that, Yang Li looks at Zhuang Nuan. "

Miss Zhuang, if you have time, you can advise him! I can't help it. I think he's still in the office at the moment, so I'm worried about his health. "

Zhuang's warm eyes were obviously worried, but her expression was colder. "He has something to do with it. From now on, it has nothing to do with me."

Listening to this, Yang Li immediately realized that maybe they were more than just quarreling and contradicting. "Miss Zhuang, you take good care of yourself. Joe always cares about you very much. However, he is such a big man, but he can't take care of himself. When he took over the company, he once accompanied the customers, causing stomach bleeding!" Yang Li said worriedly, "if he stays up like this and doesn't avoid coffee, I'm afraid his stomach will be damaged again."

Zhuang warms her pupils and blinks eagerly, but she bites her lips and doesn't speak.

Yang Li sees this and stops talking. She smiles. "Miss Zhuang, I'll go first. You have my phone number. If you have anything, you can call me directly."

Finish saying, Yang Li toward the door, Zhuang warm eyes like with a trace of anxiety looking at her back. When Yang Li was about to close the door, she said, "assistant Yang, you are his assistant. Take care of him."