Chapter 357

After midnight, it's a new day. Therefore, what Qi mochuan said yesterday is before midnight. Su Xiaohe looked at Qi mochuan's back, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He has always been strict and serious in his work, but he left early for her yesterday. He accompanied her to the flower arrangement art center in person and met Haohao together. Yesterday, all the moments are proving that Qi mochuan is unusual. He is different from usual. Also, when he picked up Haohao, he only said one word to Haohao, and the child agreed to go with him. No, Qi mochuan must have said something very important to Haohao. She wanted to ask Haohao secretly, but as soon as she got on the taxi, she and an Qianran opened their conversation and forgot everything. Yesterday seemed to be a very important day for Qi mochuan“ Qi mochuan, where are you going? " A bad premonition, let Su Xiaohe barefoot to chase out. It happened that Qi mochuan was wearing a coat and carrying the car keys downstairs. Su Xiaohe ran after her, but no matter how fast she was, he couldn't be faster than Qi mochuan's long legs. In an instant, he came to the glass door and pushed it out“ Qi mochuan, come back, come back. " Su Xiaohe suddenly has a feeling that if Qi mochuan is allowed to leave now, maybe it will be hard for him to come back. He was angry, very angry. She was a little confused, and some felt that his anger was a little puzzling. After all, he knew that she was with an Qianran tonight, and she told him that she would come back later, but he was angry. By the time we got to the gate, black Maybach had driven out of the villa. Su Xiaohe stood there for a long time. At this point in time, there was a quiet surrounding the villa, and the lights in the distance and near had been extinguished one by one. Everyone fell asleep. Qi mochuan ran away from home. When the four words "running away from home" flashed through her mind, Su Xiaohe pinched herself. She was not having a nightmare. Qi mochuan was really angry and ran away. But this villa is his home, not hers. no Her heart is a stem, barefoot step by step back to the villa, but her heart is dripping blood. Bloodthirsty people don't know how to deal with their relationship with Qi mochuan. There used to be a little quarrel, but every time in the past, it was more like a kind of love between husband and wife, not a real quarrel. But this time, that's it. She had a fight with Qi mochuan. She closed the door in a trance and walked back to the villa in a trance. She was in a mess and didn't know who to ask for help. In the past, she would call an Qianran, but now, an Qianran is drunk. Besides, if it wasn't for an Qianran, she would not quarrel with Qi mochuan tonight, and there would not be a cold war at the moment. He was angry, but it was her and Haohao, not him, who should go. Su Xiaohe went back to the villa, pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and saw Haohao's small body at a glance. The child's sleeping appearance was very good. It was never wild and unrestrained, nor curled up and bent down. Instead, he lay on his side and slept soundly. What happened in the villa just now seems to have nothing to do with him. But no, it must have something to do with Haohao. Su Xiaohe turns on the wall light of the master bedroom. The light seems to stimulate Haohao. He turns over uneasily, and then continues to sleep. Su Xiaohe's eyes swept Haohao's face, then turned around. Here, she is familiar with and not familiar with. Since she married Qi mochuan, she has lived here with him, but for a while she also lived with him. They didn't get married long after all, so she felt familiar and strange. Also at this time, she saw a red book beside Haohao's pillow. Su Xiaohe subconsciously took it up. It's the household register. On the first page, the name of the householder is Qi mochuan. Open it again. The second page is her, Su Xiaohe. And the third page, open