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He did not follow her. She knew that she did not like people disobeying her.

After the thin one left, Qiao Chu An followed behind Shao Yishuo to study.

One day wasn't a long time, but it was enough for Qiao Chu An to benefit greatly.

Especially in such a high-pressure environment like the law firm, he felt like he had the ability to withstand pressure.

"Thank you for your guidance today." When Shao Yishuo returned Qiao Chunan to the villa, Qiao Chunan thanked him once again.

Shao Yishuo replied with a smile, "You've also provided me with new ideas today."

"Haha, it feels like the two of us are boasting about ourselves!"

Hearing Shao Yishuo's words, the smile in Qiao Chuan's eyes became a bit more genuine. Then, he turned around and walked towards the villa.

Qiao Chuan did not return late. When he left, he did not contact the thin Shura.

Only then did Shao Yishuo send her back.

Although it was not late in the night, the villa still required lights to see everything.

When he returned to the villa, the lights were not turned on.

When he turned on the light, he thought, as he changed his shoes, why had he not come back yet?

Not only did he not come back, he did not even say hello.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Jojouan's room was next to the dainty one, and he walked past it as he walked back to his own room.

"Bang!" The sound of a cup of water falling to the ground caused Qiao Chun An to stop.

There was no light in the room. He pressed on the doorknob and found that the door inside was not locked.

"Mr. Bo? Is that you? " Jojouan took the baseball bat from behind the door of his room and went to the room where the Tinker was sitting. He turned on the light and found the Tinker sitting on the sofa with his stomach in his hands.

"Miss Qiao, what are you doing?" Sweat began to pour down his forehead. When he saw Qiao Chuan An, he stood up and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"I thought there was a thief." Qiao Chunan looked at the pale face of Bo Xiuran and asked with concern: "Mr. Bo, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, just my stomach hurts a little." After saying that he was fine, there was an expression of disapproval on Qiao Chunan's face. He then blurted out the matter of his stomachache.

"Didn't you eat well at noon?" Qiao Chuan frowned. "I'm going to cook some porridge. Wait a moment."

After saying this, Qiao Chu An went out.

When he got up to make breakfast this morning, he knew that there was something in the kitchen.

While Jojouan was cooking the porridge with rice cutlet, Shoshone came out of the room.

Although his stomach was still aching, it did not affect his behavior.

As for what happened in the room earlier, it was an accident.

"Mr. Bo, why did you come out?" After putting away the porridge, Jojouan walked out of the kitchen and found the mending man sitting on the sofa.

"Come out for a breath of fresh air." Although the face of the thin cultivator was still pale, but his expression was noble and cold. He did not remind anyone of the person who had clutched his stomach and was now leaning on the sofa.

"Miss Qiao, why haven't you thought of falling in love?" He raised his eyes and looked at the hair floating down to his ears. The dim yellow light from the kitchen made him seem like a firework.

"You usually work overtime when I see you."

"Uh, it's probably because the time isn't right yet." Unconsciously, Qiao Chuan pulled his hair away from his ears, revealing his small, fair earlobes. He looked a little embarrassed.

Thinking of her heart's desire from last night, and thinking of the child she sold, her heart couldn't help but throb.

Some lies come true a thousand times.

But here, no matter how grand her geography, she could not forget the child he had sold.

Apart from the fact that she couldn't accept another relationship due to the family matter, the child was also the thorn in her heart.

He could not pull it out, and he did not want to pull it out. He would make her remember that it was all those grudges.

"Oh right, Mr. Bo, have you really been together with Miss Duan?" With some awkwardness, Joachim turned the conversation around, moving from his own emotional issues to the love affair of the emaciated empress.

The thin scholar leaned back against the sofa, his fingers curled up slightly, his face was pale, but his voice was calm and cold, "What makes you think that?"

"Isn't that what the media says?" After he had mentioned this topic, he wanted to bite off his tongue.

What was there to ask? Didn't she already know the answer?

"You believe everything the media says?" The thin cultivator raised his eyebrows. Looking at the vexation on Qiao Chunan's face, he could not help but chuckle. "White ones can be said as black by them."

"No, I heard about it when I was returning home," Qiao Chunan said. He saw the mocking expression on the thin cultivator's face and was a bit annoyed. "I heard that An An was her child, so I wanted to ask."

"Anthea is not her child." Hearing this, Bo Xiuran's face immediately darkened.

Seeing the change in Xiuran's expression, Qiao Chuan felt that he was not the right person to speak today. Otherwise, how could he say something wrong?

Coincidentally, at this time, the pressure cooker sounded.

"The porridge is ready. I'll go and get it from you." He got up and went to the kitchen.

Qiao Chunan's fleeing action made the corner of the emaciated woman's lips curve upwards and her heart throb slightly.

After staying in the kitchen for a while, he covered up his expression. Then, he carried the porridge out.

"Mr. Bo, you can eat the porridge if you let it cool down a bit." Qiao Chuan placed the bowl of porridge in front of him. "Then I'll go back to my room first."

"Let's stay and eat together." Just as he was about to leave, the sound of the thin shaman reached his ears.

She could not allow anyone to reject her words, and even if she did, she would not show any signs of resisting.

"I haven't seen you in the past few days to contact you." The hand holding the spoon paused for a moment, then continued, "I used to argue a lot to see you."

"Eh, she's just a child. She's so forgetful." Qiao Chunan smiled somewhat embarrassedly. This was a secret between her and Bo Anjin, they definitely wouldn't let the Shuiren know about it.

In the past, the two of them often chatted about Bo Anjin, so Qiao Chunan felt that this wasn't a good idea. Thus, he privately consulted with Bo Anjin and found more time to call him, so she didn't mention her in front of his father.

It seems that the child is abiding by his promise.

Thinking of this, the smile on Qiao Chuan's face softened.

Xiuran lowered his head, concealing the expression on his face as he elegantly drank the porridge.

As for the secret between Qiao Chunan and Bo Anjin, how could he not know?

He just pretended that he didn't know.