Chapter 443

Qiu Mingyao has no way to let himself ignore his inner feelings. At this time, Deng Zixiao, who is so fragile, makes him feel heartache. It is an experience he has never had before. It seems that all his emotions have risen because of her, and his heart seems to be softened because of her.

He thought that there was only hatred and the desire for wealth in his mind, but it seemed to have changed after he met her.

He unconsciously picked up the paper towel on one side, and his slender hand with rough calluses gently brushed her smooth and delicate cheek, which was full of tears. He helped her wipe her tears carefully, as if wiping a rare treasure.

Deng Zixiao finally cried tired, the whole body of wine strength and overwhelming sleepiness are swept. She turned over, grabbed a pillow next to her and went to sleep. She put her hands around her. She seemed to feel uneasy in her dream. Before long, there was an even breathing sound.

Her curly and slender eyelashes stirred gently with her breath. Her makeup almost fell off. At this time, she didn't have much decoration. She didn't have the usual maturity and ability at all. She was just like a young girl with deep uneasiness.

It can be seen from her sleeping posture that she is extremely insecure.

He once thought how strong she was. It turned out that she was just like a hedgehog in disguise, just to protect herself from being hurt.

The man's body was stiff, and he felt that his heart seemed to be touched by her. In that big family, she should bear a lot of pressure that ordinary people can't understand, as well as a lot of incomprehension and unfairness. If not, she would not drink like this, just want to indulge herself.

He gazed at her for a long time in silence, making sure that she had fallen asleep and would not get up again. Then he got up, walked slowly out of the room and quietly closed the door.

When he went downstairs and made sure his voice would not be heard by Deng Zixiao, he took out his phone and dialed his assistant's number.

"Mr. Qiu." On the other end of the phone came assistant Xiao Meng, with some sleepy voice, obviously awakened by his phone.

However, it's not surprising for him. Qiu Mingyao often tells him something in the middle of the night. He is used to his boss.

"What's the matter I asked you to look into? Have you heard from that group lately? " Qiu Mingyao's voice returned to the old cold, not to the original treatment of Deng Zixiao when the gentle and considerate.

Xiao Meng immediately responded, thought about it for a while, and said: "Mr. Qiu, they haven't moved yet, but their clues are also very hidden. At present, I only found that their headquarters are in Serbia, and there are only a few temporary settlements in China."

"Well, keep watching." Qiu Mingyao ordered.

"I see, Mr. Qiu. I will."

After Qiu hung up, he stood alone in front of the French window. His figure was pulled by the Qinghui outside the window for a long time, with a faint sense of loneliness. His expression showed a kind of inexplicable emotion. Looking at the bright moonlight outside, the cold and hard facial lines seemed to soften down with an imperceptible sadness.

I don't know why, but I think of many years ago. Probably because of Deng Zixiao's relationship, he inevitably thought of his short-lived mother.

In her body, it seems that he can always find some shadows similar to his mother, only now he can find them.

That woman, like her mother, always looks invincible. She thinks she can face everything tenaciously, but in fact, she is full of distrust and insecurity to the world because she is not cared for. Only in this way can she use more wealth and power to get her inner peace.

He felt that feeling. It seems to be an unavoidable fact that I feel sorry for her.

He raised his eyes and looked at the boundless night sky. The pain in his heart spread out for his mother and for Deng Zixiao.

After a short time, the man went upstairs again and slowly opened the door of his bedroom to check the situation of Deng Zixiao.

Sure enough, he did not expect wrong, this woman is drunk, it is impossible to obediently sleep. Now she had rolled from the center of the bed to the edge of the far left, and was about to fall. However, the party is not aware of it, still holding a pillow to sleep in the dark.

Qiu Mingyao reluctantly raised the corner of his lips and showed a bitter smile. He had never been so worried about a woman, or even wanted to take care of her.

But now she's drunk, and he can't wake her up to correct her sleeping position.

The man had to go in, slightly bent down, stretched out his arms, gently moved her body to the center of the bed, to ensure that she slept steadily.

However, he did not expect that when he just put down her body and helped her tuck in the quilt to leave, Deng Zixiao rolled uneasily to the edge of the bed. He shook his head and had no choice but to smile for a while. He had to reach out again to help her adjust her posture. It was not easy for her to move back and forth several times.By the time Deng Zixiao regained consciousness and woke up, the sky was already showing a glimmer of light, and the weak sunlight poured in from the window, which made her wake up from her dream vaguely. She rubbed her eyes and didn't react for a moment.

Finally recovered consciousness, she looked around her, it was such a strange room, and no one.

She looked around in the twinkling of an eye and saw a note on the bedside table pressed with her phone.

Deng Zixiao quickly got up and grabbed the note. She was not familiar with the handwriting on it, but it was elegant and handsome. At first sight, it came from the hands who often practiced calligraphy.

It's just a few words, with a signature, to let her know who it is.

"There's breakfast downstairs. Call me when you wake up. ——Qiu Mingyao "

it turned out that it was him. Deng Zixiao vaguely thought about the fact that he was drunk in the bar last night and didn't want to go home to disturb his family, so he called Qiu Mingyao. So it seems that he is in his home now?

I don't know why, his note looks very common, how to make her feel a little warm. Clearly that man is a person of supreme interests, why give her the feeling is to care about themselves? Did he make breakfast himself?

She could not help but start some small expectations in her heart, and she did not know where it came from.