Chapter 393： happy

"Are you drunk?" The voice of the visitor was somewhat worried.

"Shhh! I'm not drunk, really...hiccup..."

"I tell you a secret..."

With that, I leaned toward his ear directly.

I don’t remember the rest of it.

Only after waking up, I felt sore all over.

I rubbed my head and sat up from the bed, the quilt on my body slipped off, showing mottled marks.

My head buzzed, and the whole world fell silent.

Then, I let out a scream.

At this time, footsteps came and the door was opened.

I was shocked to see Qiao Liang wearing an apron and holding a shovel in his hand.

"Yesterday... was you last night?" I stammered.

After asking this, I felt feverish.

This is the first time I have done this kind of intimate thing with Qiao Liang since my amnesia.

"You rest first, I'll make breakfast."

"Wait, you have been here for so long, will anyone find out?"

I looked at him nervously.

"No, you have to sneak away when you leave, otherwise it will be over if you are found."

In that case, wouldn't the image of working hard these days be ruined.

"It's okay, it was late at night when I came last night, and I didn't go out today, and the screen windows were all pulled!"

Hearing this, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After removing my vigilance, I remembered my current state, and Qiao Liang was in front of me.

Although this figure is really insignificant, I am still a little ashamed.

I quickly covered my body with a quilt.

"I'm going to cook first."

After saying this, Qiao Liang added: "Don't worry, nothing happened last night."

When I heard this, I was a little bit shy in my heart, but then I felt that I was stuck in there in one breath, and I couldn't get up.

But Qiao Liang, a dumb person, had already left the bedroom.

I loosened the quilt and looked at the almost flat chest on my body. I wanted to cry without tears. Is this disgusting?

There are some marks on the body, but there are really no traces underneath.

My clothes are all taken off, and I haven't done anything yet. It's really... not as good as a beast.

Damn! How can I feel a little lost.

I covered my face with a quilt, and then rolled on the bed, which was really shameful.

Until there was a knock on the door: "Get up and eat with your clothes."

I just got up from the bed, then quickly changed clothes, washed, cleaned up, and sat at the dining table like a good baby.

Then he looked at the hearty breakfast on the table, and looked at Qiao Liang with a smile. It really became more pleasing to the eye.

"You should have done it for me before, very familiar."

With that said, I took a spoon and tasted the preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Afterwards, he said with satisfaction: "It seems to be this taste."

Eating the breakfast made by my beloved one for myself, this kind of happiness is really unparalleled, it is simply too satisfying.

Even the morning's embarrassment and the disappointment in my heart were temporarily thrown aside by me.

But after I finished eating, I hugged Qiao Liang's waist.

It’s really hurting people’s self-esteem to be able to bear not touching me.

So I decided to take him down today.

My hand fumbled into Qiao Liang's clothes from behind.

As soon as the little hand touched somewhere, Qiao Liang grabbed it. He panted and said, "It's not working now."

"Why?" I wondered.

"Do you dislike me?" My tone was aggrieved.

Qiao Liang turned around and looked at me with a serious look: "Hey, when you recover your identity, we will do this again."

I thought about it for a moment, and then I understood.

Because I am using Xia Xiaoyu's body now, won't Qiao Liang get his hands?

"Hey, I will let you restore your identity as soon as possible."

Hearing this, I felt a little disappointed.

"What if it's like this for a lifetime?"

Sometimes, I really dare not have much confidence.

In fact, compared to death, even if you change your body, as long as you can stay with your loved ones and relatives, it is worth it.

But now the identity of this body is too embarrassing.

It's really a dilemma.

I don't know how happy Gu Qingcheng is watching from behind, so he can relieve his anger!

But how innocent are Qiao Liang and I, just because of the absurd cause and effect in my previous life, that separates us?

In love, I only believe in myself.

Besides, I have met Qiao Jingchen. In my heart, Qiao Jingchen is Qiao Jingchen and Qiao Liang is Qiao Liang. I have never confused them.

But Gu Qingcheng obviously didn't think so.

"No, Gu Qingcheng is almost whereabouts now."

Upon hearing this, my mood improved a lot.

"Really? Where is she?" I asked quickly.

"I'm currently looking for it. Don't worry, there will be results soon. Please wait patiently." Qiao Liang comforted me.

I nodded, as long as there is hope, it is better than indefinitely.

After eating breakfast, Qiao Liang put on his hat and left quietly.

After I changed my clothes, I received a call from Jiang Nianyu.

She told me on the phone: "I talked to my dad today and asked him to go with me to the appraisal center for appraisal."

"Does your stepmother know about this?"

"She doesn't know. I came directly to the company to find my dad. I won't say anything. We will leave later. I will notify you when the result is out."

Now it takes only a few hours to get the results.

I am also very concerned about this result.

With a heart, only praying that Jiang Nianyu's thoughts and actions can be fulfilled. This child has had a hard time.

I can see that Jiang Nianyu didn't have no feelings for his father at all. After all, the father and daughter depended on each other for seven years as a child.

In addition, although Jiang Cheng was busy with work and did not have time to accompany Jiang Nianyu often, Jiang Nianyu always felt that it was the fault of his stepmother and had never blamed his father before.

This time I was sent to the rehabilitation center, and it was also uncomfortable because of being wronged and distrusted by my father.

At noon, I took out my pen and decided to try again to see if I could create.

Because of the drug rehabilitation, I was interrupted for several months, and now I picked it up again, I found that my hand was a little trembling.

The smooth lines, the first stroke, I drew crookedly.

I am not satisfied with painting and wiping, wiping and painting.

Looking at my trembling hands, although I have given up drugs, I still have sequelae.

I looked at my hands, they were still white, but they seemed to be different from before.

Because of the large amount of drugs, this body was really tossed and broken from the inside out.

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