Chapter 1890

In the end, she still entered Nanhu Park and walked to her Nanhu villa.

I thought of the coat full of Ah Bing's breath, the intrusion in the bedroom, and the men's toiletries on the washstand...

Oh my god, if it's what she guessed, then wouldn't she... drive Bingshen out of her bedroom?

She immediately quickened her pace, trying to pick up the toiletries that had been thrown into the garbage truck.

Before she got close to the villa, she saw the sweeping aunt riding a garbage truck going out.

She immediately ran a few steps closer and grabbed the garbage truck.

Aunt Sweeping looked back and said pleasantly, "Master Patriarch, have you left the customs?"

Forsythia opened the garbage truck without saying a word, and rummaged inside.

Aunt Sweeping was stunned, and quickly asked: "What is the patriarch looking for? I can help the patriarch to find it together."

"A set of men's toiletries, I think I threw it in there."

Aunt Sweeping said with a smile: "Is the patriarch looking for these? I saw that there were a lot left, so I put them away."

The sweeping aunt asked with a plastic bag.

Forsythia looked at it and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that's it, thank you, Auntie!"

"Ah Qiao!"

Lian Qiao had just finished being grateful and took the bag, when a very familiar, low-pitched surprise voice came from behind, with a hint of hoarse shouting.

She froze in place immediately, not daring to look back.

"Aqiao, is that you? Are you out of customs?"

The voice was full of surprise and cautiousness, as if afraid of breaking something.

Forsythia's eye sockets gradually turned red, and the fingers holding the bag slowly tightened until they trembled slightly.

Aunt sweeping the floor is a fine person, and she can spot tricks at a glance.

He said with a smile: "Master Patriarch, this gentleman has been waiting for you to leave the customs at your villa! This wait has been waiting for you for a year, and he is very infatuated with you. Don't let him down. ah!"

Lian Qiao's expression was stunned, her heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and it was difficult to breathe.

How could it be, after waiting for her for a year?

Shouldn't Ah Bing be very angry at her concealment and deception when she saw those hot searches?

How could he come here to wait for her to leave the customs?

All this seemed like an unreal dream to Lianqiao.

She has already made up her mind that she will die alone forever.

But Ah Bing's appearance instantly disturbed her calm heart.

She turned around slowly, and saw that Ah Bing had already walked in front of her.

He was still as handsome as before, with exquisite and charming facial features, and deep and gentle eyes.

But the clothes are no longer so particular, and they are actually wearing ancient costumes.

Lian Qiao was afraid that this was a dream, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't make a sound, tears gradually blurred her vision.

She really misses him very much.

But she knew that no matter how much she thought about it, there would be no future with him.

Those few days of indulgence were just her dewy love, she shouldn't expect so much.

Every time she wakes up from seclusion, she will think of him immediately.

The more I think about it, the more my heart hurts.

The more the heart hurts, the more the eyes hurt.

He had no choice but to eat something quickly and continue to block the five senses for retreat.

In this way, she doesn't have to think about him, her heart hurts, and her body hurts everywhere.

Ye Mobing approached, reached out and hugged her into his arms.

"Ah Qiao, don't leave me, okay?"

Forsythia closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her voice was very hoarse, and it was difficult to squeeze out a word.

"You, why are you here?"