After Jiang Xuyang left, Qiao Sangyu stood at the door for a long time before he closed the door and turned around.

There's a bit of a mess at home.

There were bottles and jars of stomach medicine scattered on the ground, which she had just used to smash Jiang Xuyang, and rolled all over the floor. Like her embarrassment and embarrassment, the whole world that belongs to her is scattered

Qiao Sangyu bent down and picked it up one bottle after another. Occasionally, she found a medicine that should be taken when it was time. She directly unscrewed the bottle cap and swallowed a few pills to finish the medicine on time. When she picked up the last small bottle, she remembered that it was her mother's phone call.

"Have you discussed with Xu Yang?" Fang Qin's tone is not very good, yesterday's sternness has not faded, "I told your father, this wedding try to be simple, don't make any mistakes! In addition, you and Xu Yang will get the card today! "

They don't want to dream long night!

"No, I will." Fang Qin directed a lot in the opposite, but Qiao Sangyu refused in return.

"What's not going? Do you want to say no? " Originally, it was still the tone of command. Hearing her refusal, Fang Qin immediately became angry, "otherwise, my stomach will be big! First get the certificate, then you can say that you travel to get married, make up the banquet!

"I'm not pregnant." Qiao Sangyu interrupts, and her abdomen aches faintly. Her aunt is constantly drawing out her strength. She has little strength to argue with Fang Qin, "Jiang Xuyang and I It's not what you think. "

She didn't know whether she would marry Jiang Xuyang in the end?

She now has a complex and confused feeling towards him - hatred, disdain, intolerance and heartache If she had been a month ago, she could have been arrogant in criticizing him, watching him do everything and waiting to be influenced by him. But now she is also impure after indulgence. She is very grateful for Jiang Xuyang's tolerance, but she doesn't like Jiang Xuyang's self righteous decision-making, let alone marry him with such "body after playing"

It's complicated.

She can't describe it clearly. The only thing that can be sure is that she can't marry him now.

"Not what we thought?" Fang Qin was furious, "even if you are not pregnant, what kind of relationship can you have?" Have already cohabited, her daughter as a woman, already "cheap", she understand this truth?

"I'll call Xu Yang now. You must get the card for me today and tomorrow." Don't give Qiao Sangyu any chance to speak, Fang Qin finished with one breath and hung up the phone directly, leaving her empty busy tone.

Then, Jiang Xuyang's text message was sent to him soon --

"you should have a good rest today, and go to get the certificate early tomorrow morning. The hospital has contacted well. In G City, we will go directly after getting the certificate. "

He had arranged everything for her, and she could not refuse at all.

There's no choice

She was used to the days of running around, and she developed the speed of packing. In less than half an hour, she packed a small suitcase.

She chose the most cowardly way -

to leave.

In the same way, she can't stand the pressure to leave now. She was not sure if she would be able to go out and make a world like that? But she can't stay here.

After this Parents arranged, Jiang Xuyang arranged, step-by-step life.

"Ding Dong!"

He was about to walk to the door when the doorbell rang.

Qiao Sangyu was surprised and looked at the door reflexively. The whole person was on alert: at this time Who could it be? Jiang Xuyang? Or mom?

The doorbell rang again.

Qiao Sangyu did not dare to open the door, and the people outside seemed to be impatient. The next moment, the door lock rang clearly, and someone came out with the key to open the door.

If there is a key, it must be mom.

Qiao Sangyu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

She stood expressionless, waiting for the door to open to meet the trial, but in the end it was Qimo!

"So you don't live in the neighborhood last night." He just raised his feet to come in, a familiar look, saw her surprised and shaking the key chain, explained, "it's the master key."

Qiao Sangyu was stunned on the spot.

However, before she had time to speak, Qi Mo walked slowly over her suitcase. His eyes swept her suitcase beside her feet, and his attitude was very casual: "are you going to go far away?"

As he spoke, he took her suitcase aside: "I'm afraid you can't go."

"How did you find my house?" Qiao Sangyu didn't notice what he said. At the moment when the suitcase was taken away, he suddenly came back to his mind and found his voice, "what do you want to do?"

Her body reflexively takes a step back, and her eyes are full of complexity and vigilance -

How can someone "break into a private house" in a dignified manner and then behave so calm?"It's not easy to find it. Of course, it's not to find you for hundreds of dollars." Qi Mo sneered, "don't be a nervous appearance of being chased."

"I want you to do me a favor." He took a few steps away, sat down on the sofa next to him, and then he swayed the picture scroll he had been holding in his hand, and drew her eyes. "I need someone who can act and draw."

As he spoke, he unfolded the painting --

it was the one in his car last night. At this time, the light in the room was clear and bright, and the paper looked more and more old and yellow. He unfolded the whole painting, and the red plum blossoms on it were bold and bold

"As I said, I don't know Chinese painting." Qiao Sangyu only looked at it once and opened his mouth coldly.

Qi Mo, however, completely ignored her. He unfolded all the paintings before making a formal voice: "I found that this is an authentic work of the late Qing Dynasty. It was auctioned ten years ago and has been held by Liu Tianhang, a real estate tycoon in this city. He likes painting very much and he has a lot of paintings in his collection. "

He briefly introduced the "history" of the painting, and then put forward his own request: "I want to know, how did this painting get to me?"

He didn't have to tell her about the intricacies of the black market, nor could he. He just wanted to know why Liu Tianhang's paintings appeared on the walls of the black market munitions area? Was it because he was involved in the underworld, or did he give the painting away?

This information is very simple for him to investigate, but once he moves his hand, he also exposes himself.

So he had to come to her.

"How did you get this picture?" Qiao Sangyu laughed and looked at Qi Mo again. "Don't you think it's appropriate to ask you this question?"

After all, the painting is in his hands now.

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