Chapter 389

She doesn't want her children to come to this world, to be out of favor and suffer like her, and to have a pair of parents she doesn't want to love.

Having been a caged bird for more than two years, she yearns for freedom now, but freedom seems so far away.

Seeing that Qiao Weiwei didn't make a sound all the time, Jiang Beimo thought that she was asleep, and he didn't say anything more. Instead, he held her to sleep.

The next morning.

Jiang Beimo moved his body, woke up and subconsciously looked at the people around him.

Empty how, did not find the figure of Qiao Weiwei.

Jiang Beimo suddenly sat up from the bed, and then looked around the bedroom, but still did not see the figure of Qiao Weiwei.

Where did she go?

Jiang Beimo couldn't put on his shoes. He stepped on the floor barefoot and went to see the bathroom, but the bathroom was also empty.

His heart suddenly panicked.

Stiff for a few seconds, and then with a towel will be surrounded by the body, and then turn around, stride toward the bedroom outside.

After going downstairs, there happened to be a servant. When he saw that he was only wearing a bath towel and stepping on the floor, he was startled. "Young master, this is..."

"Where's Qiao Weiwei?" Jiang Beimo stopped for a moment, then questioned the servant.

"She got up very early and went out for a walk."

"Out?" At the servant's words, Jiang Beimo's face turned white.

"Yes." The servant nodded, "but the little grandmother came back after a walk. Now she is preparing breakfast for you in the kitchen. She is really virtuous." At this point, the servant could not help laughing.

Such a virtuous wife is rare, capable and gentle.

After listening to the servant's explanation, Jiang Beimo's face slowly returned to its normal color. It turned out that he was just going for a walk.

"It's all right, you go down!" He waved his hand, but his heart was relieved.

"Yes." The servant nodded, then turned and left.

Jiang Beimo came to the kitchen door and saw the busy woman in the glass window.

She is making a cake. The baked cake is smeared with cream, while she is making a cake with fruit carefully. Her face is so focused that she doesn't notice the man standing at the door staring at her.

Finally When the cake was almost decorated, Qiao Weiwei cut the cake with a knife, divided it into several parts, and then put it on a plate.

When she was ready to turn out with two cakes, she found that Jiang Beimo was standing at the kitchen door.

Especially when she saw that he was only surrounded by a bath towel, even without shoes, she felt a little surprised.

She paused for a second, then put on a gentle smile like a picture on her face, "wash, you can have breakfast."

"I'll go later!" Jiang Beimo raises his hand to push the glass door of the kitchen open, and his vision stops on her all the time.

Qiao Weiwei looked at him, then took the cake from the kitchen to the dining room, and put the cake on the table.

"Today there are cakes and bread, and fried eggs Go wash up first, and I'll make you coffee! " Qiao Weiwei put the cake, and then turned to look at Jiang Beimo, said kindly.

"You go with me!" Jiang Beimo stared at her for a long time, then suddenly said.

He put forward the request, let Qiao Weiwei a little surprised, but finally she nodded, agreed to come down.

"Let's go!" She took a look at him, then turned and walked out of the restaurant.

A few minutes later, in the bathroom of the bedroom. Jiang Beimo is brushing his teeth, while Qiao Weiwei is helping him turn on hot water, wet the towel and wring it out.

As he brushed his teeth carelessly, he turned his head and looked at her. She kept silent and twisted the towel silently, which made him a little distracted.

When he finished brushing his teeth, he handed him the towel. Jiang Beimo subconsciously reaches for the towel, but pauses at this time.

Then he suddenly took back his hand.

Seeing this, Qiao Weiwei can't help looking at him in doubt.

Jiang Beimo took a look at the towel on her hand, then looked at her again, and suddenly said, "you wash it for me!"

He can't wait to close the distance between them.

Although she has returned to the previous appearance, all day as usual to take care of him, his face is always wearing a gentle smile. But He wants more.

"What?" Qiaoweiwei a Zheng, jiangbeimo this morning seems a little strange.

"Wash my face." He thought she didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it again.

After that, he slightly lowered his body and sent his face to her, so that she could help him wash his face.

After confirming that she didn't hear it wrong, Qiao Weiwei stared at Jiang Beimo's face for two seconds, then nodded, and gently stroked his face with a towel. The action was very gentle.Finally, help him wash his face, Qiao Weiwei just put the towel aside.

Jiang Beimo is satisfied with staring at himself in the mirror, suddenly found his chin, a layer of shallow black.

He reached out and touched his chin, where a lot of stubble had just come out. His fingers felt it, and there were still some stings. He reached for the razor and was ready to shave.

Joan looked at him and said, "I'll do it."

Seeing that she offered to help him shave, Jiang Beimo was a little surprised, but he gave her the razor.

The razor is very easy to use. Without two efforts, the stubble on Jiang Beimo's chin was shaved clean. Looking at his credit, Qiao Weiwei nodded with satisfaction, and then took a towel to help him wipe his chin.

This time, the morning washing was finally over, and she was relieved.

"I'll make you coffee. You can change your clothes." Qiaoweiwei put down the razor, took a look at Jiang Beimo's body only around the bath towel, and then whispered to him.

Jiang Beimo nodded and said nothing.

Joan turned and left.

Jiang Beimo stayed in the bathroom and suddenly stared at himself in the mirror. A moment later, he raised his hand and touched his smooth chin again, with a smile on his face.

Jiang Beimo changed into a casual short sleeve and casual trousers, and he was ready to go downstairs to the restaurant. The mobile phone he carried in his pocket suddenly rang the default ring.

He stopped walking out and reached out to take out his cell phone.

Since he was stolen by Qiao Weiwei, he has been carrying his mobile phone with him, never leaving him, even at night, he will lock it into the safe.

He looked down at the caller ID above, which belonged to his elder brother Jiang Beicheng. After staring at the phone for a few seconds, he answers the phone.

"Big brother."

"When are you going home, second?" Jiang Beicheng's tone was obviously anxious.

"Next week," Jiang Beimo asked suspiciously, "what happened at home?"