Chapter 147

"I want to go home." After drinking the soup, Joe said something.

"Your concubine's mother has been buried. There's nothing to do at home for the time being. Take good care of yourself and see."

Qiao ruochu didn't insist.

When she could get out of bed and walk around the residence in her slippers, she always felt colder than before.

"Where's sister Yingru?" She asked Liu ma.

"Miss Wan went out to do business and couldn't come back for a while."

Oh, so it is.

Qiao ruochu stood in front of the piano, took the hot milk from the servant, and covered it in his palm in a daze.

The window is already full of color. The sunlight sprinkles on the newly opened petals, reflecting the lustrous dense, swaying, the thin shadow slanting, floating gorgeous.

She hasn't been to school for two weeks. She asked for leave to say that her concubine mother was dead. The main idea was to stay in mourning for a period of time.

When he came back in the evening, she mentioned that she wanted to go home to have a look. Lin Junmai, with a overcast face, smoked a cigarette in front of her, ignoring her disgust.

"Let me kowtow to her. And my father. I have to see him before I can rest assured. "

"Your father is gone, life and death are unknown."

"What are you talking about?"

With a bang, Qiao ruochu hit the floor, his head touched the ground and the ceiling fell

She began to shake in front of her, then turned faster and faster, she fell over the river and vomited until she didn't wake up.

"If at first, I have to do it for you. Can you understand me?"

Lin Junmai took her to the bed, took off her shoes and was about to cover the quilt. He looked down and saw her slender white feet. He gently grasped them, put down the quilt and carefully covered them. The year before last, when he took off her shoes and socks, she screamed in fright, blushed and died.

It was midnight when she woke up again. She turned on the bedside lamp. The room was dim and clear. She could see clearly.

The concubine's mother died. Qiao ruochu remembered that the bullet "puffed" tightly on her body and called her breast name before she died. She must be covered with blood. She didn't know what the world was like over there. She was terrified.

But her living father, he told her to leave Xiangcheng, how could it be that even her only daughter disappeared without seeing her.

Here, am I alone?

Her heart is like being thrown into a frying pan. While rolling with chopsticks, the man poked holes in it. The hot oil came in and fried thoroughly one by one. It was so painful.

"Miss, is Miss awake?" Li Ma saw the light in her room and knocked on the door.

Lin Junmai told the servants to take turns to go up to night for fear that she might wake up at night.

Qiao ruochu doesn't answer. When he hears the sound, Lin Junmai pushes the door in. He sees her covered in a light. Her face is white and looks like a ghost.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"I want to go home."

He touched her head and said, "tomorrow." The next morning, when she stepped into Yan garden, the flowers were in full bloom. The big magnolias were blooming on the branches, graceful and graceful. The petals as bright as jade carving were full, like a group of carefree girls. The weeds in the corner of the garden grow vigorously, and there are small yellow and white flowers floating sporadically. They grow happily and are full of vitality.

Qiao ruochu was followed by two aides of Lin Junmai's heart. She laughed at herself that she was treated like a wife now, and there were bodyguards everywhere she went.

Walking in, it's cold and gloomy inside. It's not popular. The contrast with the noisy spring scenery outside is so strong that people can't turn around for a while.

"Adjutant Tang, my father, where on earth has he gone?" She went to her father's rattan reclining chair and leaned over to touch the polished place. There were two tears on her face.

"Madam, I don't know if my subordinates went to perform other tasks that day."

"Perhaps, deliberately to hide it from me."

"Don't think so, madam. Everything the chief of staff has done is for your safety."

safety? Everything he did?

If he had not been between her and Gu Jun, maybe those

The thief will not take her as a bargaining chip. At least, her concubine will not die because of her.

Her concubine mother was shot and killed by him, so her father would not be alive at all.

Qiao ruochu didn't dare to think how she would accept it if she did.

"Lieutenant Tang, please tell him that I want to live in my own house tonight."

"The chief of staff has gone to Hangzhou. I'm afraid his subordinates can't ask for instructions immediately."

"Forget it. It's the same everywhere. It's alone."

The next day, as soon as Qiao entered the school, many people stared at her. The curious girl surrounded her and asked her if there were any rare treasures hidden in her home before she was robbed by robbers. They also asked her how she got out of the house and whether she had been spoiled by robbers. They asked her questions and comforted her that she could not be reborn after death, Let her mourn.

"It turns out that you have today, too. You don't deserve it." After the crowd dispersed, Fang Jiying approached her and said, with hatred in her eyes and the pleasure of revenge.

"Are you happy?"

"I'll take revenge on him and make you all die. Especially Lin Junmai. "

Compared with a year ago, Fang Jiying is much more mature. She is full of cold beauty. She is like a banshee who has been practising for thousands of years. At a glance, she will catch people's marrow.

"Ji Ying, is it worth it? Lu Xinwen, he is not a good man. "

"He's my man." Fang Jiying was gloomy and ferocious. "Ha ha, Qiao ruochu, I will comfort you when Lin Junmai dies."

Qiao ruochu looked at her in consternation, released pity from the bottom of her heart, and let her hate eyes gouge out the flesh on her body.

After school, Meng Xiaoyao stops her. She wants to ask about Qiao's family. Seeing Qiao ruochu's light expression, she doesn't open her mouth. She just comforts her.

"Mr. dream, I'm fine. Since I'm not dead, I'll continue to live."

"If only you could think that." When leaving, Qiao ruochu gives Meng Xiaoyao a smiling face, tough and proud.

It was because she was not very well some time ago that the servants of Fenglin residence cooked medicinal soup every day. Yesterday's Angelica beef, today's dangshen black chicken, and before going to bed, they had to drink a crystal sugar bird's nest. It is such a careful care, Qiao ruochu was not one after another to stimulate the collapse of the body, a few days ago the thin was a little bit to fill up, snow muscle flower appearance also gradually bright.