C30

Han Qing walked into the room. Under the moonlight, he saw Jiang Wanwan lying on the bed. In the huge bed, she was only curled up in a small corner. Her thin appearance made people's hearts ache to look at her.

He drew closer to her and saw that her little face was covered with tears.

"Jiang Wanwan." He whispered her name, but she ignored it, tears streaming down her face.

He gradually retracted his aloof attitude and eventually squatted in front of her. Looking at her sad appearance, he couldn't help but wipe her tears.

However, the more he wiped her hands, the more moisture he felt in his hands. Han Qing felt helpless and could only get up to grab a towel. However, when his fingers left her face, his arm was caught by her.

"Don't go! Don't leave me! Mom, don't leave me!"

"Jiang Wanwan?"

"Mom, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm in the wrong. It's all my fault."

Jiang Wanwan cried even harder, the back of her hand holding Han Qing's hand was pressed against her face, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing her sad appearance, Han Qing who had slightly stood up once again squatted down. He used his other hand to caress her hair, his voice carrying a trace of doting.

"Alright, I won't leave, I won't leave you. "Be good and sleep."

Although he was not the man in her dream, his voice seemed to have some sort of magic in it, and she actually began to calm down.

Slowly, her crying changed and she finally fell asleep quietly.

Han Qing looked at this graceful figure with droplets of water still forming on his long and slender eyelashes. He felt as if his heart had been brushed by a feather. It felt itchy and soft.

Did she miss her mother?

And it was the kind of thing he really wanted to do.

He hadn't thought that Jiang Wanwan, who usually bared her fangs and brandished her claws, would have such a weak side to her.

The next morning, Jiang Wanwan opened her eyes in a daze, and an enlarged handsome face appeared in front of her.

She blinked and twisted her brow. Suddenly, she reacted and screamed, "Ahh!

"Shut up!" Han Qing had yet to open his eyes, but a look of impatience could be seen on his face.

Jiang Wan'er sat up on the bed, pulled open the blanket and checked her body. She found that her pajamas were still intact, so she heaved a sigh of relief.

After that, she nervously glanced at him and pounced on him, pulling away the blanket on his body.

"Jiang Wanwan!" Han Qing let out a low cry, but his hand did not stop her.

Jiang Wanwan pulled back his quilt. It was a bit strange to see him wearing the same white shirt and black pants he always wore to work. However, no matter what, he was still neatly dressed, so she felt at ease.

Seeing her let out a long breath and return to her seat, Han Qing felt a little unhappy in his heart.

What kind of expression did this girl have?

"What is it? Did you find yourself unattractive? "

Jiang Wanwan, who had just woken up, was wearing a set of white rabbit pajamas. This made her look cute, while Han Qing couldn't help but tease her.

However, what she got instead was a huge supercilious look.

"Tsk, I don't care. I just want to know why CEO Han is here, why did he stealthily climb into my bed in the middle of the night?! "

Wait!

Sneaking?

Han Qing felt that this little girl was insane, "This is my home!"

"Is that so? May I ask this Mr. Han, which item in this room is yours? Or something to do with you? "

Jiang Wanwan had disgusted him to the extreme, and this place had also annoyed him.

Therefore, he had long since cleaned up all the things that belonged to him.

From the looks of it, he couldn't find anything of his own in this room.

That's not right!

Han Qing smiled, and wrapped his arm around her waist. With the support of his other arm, he completely pressed her under him.

"Ah, what are you doing? Get up quickly!" Jiang Wanwan screamed out again in fright, but met his eyes that harbored malicious intentions.

"I wanted to tell you that the person most directly related to me in this room is you, my wife, right?"

At this moment, Little Yan and Creek heard the cry and hurriedly ran over, only to see the scene in front of them.

The two of them lowered their heads in embarrassment, but the difference was that there was a smile on Xiao Yan's lips and a cold glint in her eyes.

Seeing that someone was coming, Jiang Wanwan pushed him even more forcefully, "Hey, you're up."

Seeing her angry and shy expression, Han Qing sneered, and then got off the bed.

Just when Jiang Wanwan thought that he was finally going to leave and was about to relax, she suddenly saw him turn around and say, "There really aren't many things in this room that have anything to do with me. I'll get someone to bring my luggage back."

"Wha, what do you mean?" Jiang Wanwan felt that she had gone deaf.

"Just what you heard."

Han Qing left, leaving behind a stupefied Jiang Wan and Little Yan who were equally shocked.

"Madam, Mister Han is coming back to stay!" Xiao Yan could not suppress the joy in her expression.

She really hoped that the mistress and her husband would have a better relationship. They were both good people, and he hoped that the good people would be happy.

And if they didn't divorce, the Lady could stay here forever, and she could stay with the Lady, who had given her a lot of help.

Although Brook felt extremely unhappy in his heart, he still gave a stiff smile due to his face, "That's right, that's right. It's good enough for Mister Han to come back. Madam, you must seize this opportunity."

"Yes, ma'am, you can do it!" Xiao Yan raised her arm, clenched her fist, and punched downwards. She was in a cheerleading posture.

Jiang Wanwan had a headache as she waved her hand at the two of them, "I want some peace and quiet. I don't need to wait for me to eat."

Brook and Xiaoyan nodded, but before they left the room, Xiaoyan didn't forget to turn around and shake her arm. She whispered, "Go for it."

Jiang Wanwan slapped her forehead and laid on the bed with a frown on her face. Recalling the words of Han Qing just now, he frantically waved the pillow in the air.

"Ah, Hanqing, what are you trying to do?"

Han Qing, who had already arrived at the company by car, sat at his office desk. He wanted to start working, but his mind was filled with the teary faces of Jiang Wan Wan from last night.

She kept calling out to him, "Mom," and even the fingers holding onto him were trembling. It was clear how much pain she was enduring in her heart.

It seemed like she wasn't as heartless as she usually was. It was just that she buried her feelings deep within her heart.

Only on a lonely night could she hide in a corner and lick her wounds.

Unconsciously, Han Qing's heart was moved.

Suddenly, he thought of something. He picked up the phone and dialed.

Even though he was depressed, he still had to get down to business.

Early in the morning, Jiang Wan took a taxi to Xiangyang Road without eating breakfast. She went to the jewelry store belonging to the Han family, but the door was closed.