928: C928 They Were Still Worried about Him

C928 They Were Still Worried about Him

Still worried about him.

In the office, Qiao Muze was leaning on the table. His tall body was slightly tied up. His eyes were looking at an empty spot. His mind was filled with what Zhuang Nuannuan had said just now. He closed his eyes tightly.

The entire handsome outline of his body revealed an injured aura.

However, very quickly, his eyes were filled with worry for her.

After moving out of his house, where was she going to live?

He did not think much about it. He picked up the car keys on the table and quickly ran out of the office door.

Zhuang Nuannuan had already thought about this. She decided to move back to her grandmother's house. Perhaps the paparazzi were no longer paying attention to her house.

Zhuang Nuannuan dragged her suitcase and walked step by step on the street. Her mind was also empty. No one knew what she was thinking.

In her mind, however, Qiao Muze's face appeared. She turned back to look at the skyscraper behind her. She forced herself to erase everything that had happened to him. From today onwards, she really had to find out who the murderer was for her parents.

She could not drag this on any longer. She had to use all her strength to overturn the case for her parents. Even if the truth behind it might be his father, because compared to the tragic death of her parents, nothing could make her hate it more than this.

However, she did not realize that when she was walking on the street in a daze, a black car was slowly following her from a distance of more than ten meters behind her.

Qiao Muze had changed into a car that was not commonly used. This was the only way he could follow her at a close distance. Only then could he not be discovered by her and not be hated by her.

He looked back at her and looked in the direction of his office building. Although she was wearing black-framed glasses, he could feel the determination radiating from her body.

His gaze locked onto her tightly. At this moment, Zhuang Nuannuan's figure was hit by two men rushing over. She immediately choked and almost fell.

The man in the car's heart tightly gripped her body. Zhuang Nuannuan only woke up after being hit by this. She reached out to stop a taxi and headed back home. Behind the taxi was a black Rolls-Royce.

Zhuang Nuannuan sat in front of the car window. Her eyes were lifeless. It was as if the spiritual energy in her body had been sucked away, leaving only a beautiful body.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the entrance of the residential area where Zhuang Nuannuan once lived. Her figure was dragging her luggage. She looked very tired and walked very slowly.

Not far behind her, in the black car, the man wanted to help her but held her down. Because to her, perhaps a stranger's help was better than his appearance.

Qiao Muze stayed at the entrance of the residential area. His tall figure sat in the car like a statue.

Zhuang Nuannuan returned home and sat on the sofa. She hugged her arms and sobbed, turning the despair in her heart into tears.

Because in her heart, other than hatred, there was another kind of feeling that occupied her heart and made her suffer terribly.

That was the feeling she had for Qiao Muze. The heavens must be joking, making her fall in love with him, but giving her such a cruel ending.

That night, Zhuang Nuannuan hid at home and did not want to go anywhere.

At the entrance of the district, that black luxury car only left in the evening.

That night, Zhuang Nuannuan slept on the bed and felt exceptionally cold. She was sleepy and intermittent. But one dream after another, she dreamed of the scene of her parents dying tragically. She dreamed of the day she hugged her parents' bones. That pot of heavy ash.

She also dreamed that ever since Qiao Muze's villa, it was as if nothing had happened. He greeted her with a smile and called her name. The more she dreamed of these warm memories, the more she dreamed of them.

When she woke up, the more she felt despair, kinship, and love. She had lost them all.

Early in the morning.

After a long night, Zhuang Nuannuan opened her eyes. Her clear eyes were bloodshot. Her red and swollen eyes and her pale face. She was like a baby on the verge of death.

That night, Qiao Muze returned to his office and spent the whole night checking the data. Even if he went back, he would not be able to sleep.

When Yang Lee came over in the morning, she came in to clean his office. When she pushed open the door, she saw a figure sitting on a chair.

She was shocked, "President Qiao, why are you still in the office? Didn't you go back last night?"

Qiao Muze looked up slightly. "Give me a cup of coffee."

"Now?"

Yes!"

"No, President Qiao, you should rest now. You can't keep going like this. Your body can't take it, even if it's made of iron." Yang Lee advised.

She thought that it had something to do with Zhuang Nuannuan crying out of his office last night. Did they really have to fight?

"Coffee!" Qiao Muze's thin lips moved slightly, but there was an indisputable power.

Yang Lee could only sigh. She turned around and went to make coffee for him.

Not long after, Yang Lee brought a cup of coffee to him. Seeing his red eyes, her heart really ached.

"President Qiao, is there anything you need me to do?" Yang Lee asked.

Qiao Muze's eyes flashed. He thought of Zhuang Nuannuan alone and said, "Go to Zhuang Nuannuan's house and see her."

"Do you need to buy anything?" Yang Lee asked again.

Qiao Muze thought for a while and said in a hoarse voice, "Bring some breakfast."

Yang Lee nodded. Okay, I'll go over now."

At this moment, it was only eight o'clock. Yang Lee quickly packed a breakfast in the restaurant downstairs and drove towards Zhuang Nuannuan's neighborhood.

At this moment, Zhuang Nuannuan was standing on the balcony with a headache. She looked at the street below the 28th floor and a thought flashed across her mind. If she jumped down from here, would all the pain be resolved?

This was just an instant thought and was quickly stopped by her. She still had her grandmother. No matter how desperate she was, she could not leave her grandmother in this world. She wanted to live and accompany her family.

At this moment, Zhuang Nuannuan's door was knocked. She was shocked. Following that, she stood at the door and looked through the peephole. Yang Lee's figure was outside the door. She was slightly surprised but still opened the door.

Outside the door, Yang Lee was carrying breakfast. She looked at her with a gentle smile, "Miss Zhuang, hello."

"Assistant Yang, what do you want?" Zhuang Nuannuan did not invite her in. She just looked for her through the door.

Yang Lee looked at the haggard and thin girl and her entire body was covered with a sorrowful aura. She could not help feeling heartache and said, "Miss Zhuang, you have not eaten breakfast yet, right?! I brought breakfast for you."

Zhuang Nuannuan was stunned for a moment. She looked at the breakfast in her hand. Was this brought over by her or was it sent over by Qiao Muze?

"Assistant Yang, no need. Thank you." Zhuang Nuannuan still did not want to accept it.

However, Yang Lee smiled, "President Qiao asked me to come and see you. I remembered to buy this breakfast on the way and asked me to bring it in for you, okay? Don't waste it. "

Yang Lee's words were gentle and caring. Zhuang Nuannuan's heart warmed and she turned to let her in.

Yang Lee put down her breakfast and said to herself, "Sigh! When I arrived at the company in the morning, I thought President Qiao arrived before me! But when I saw his eyes, they were all red. "I just thought that he didn't go home last night in the office."

Zhuang Nuannuan's eyes still flashed with surprise. He did not sleep last night?

"President Qiao has been working these days. He always uses coffee to calm his mind. I am worried that his stomach will not be able to take it. " It must be because he isn't made of iron. From the day before yesterday, he has been using coffee to keep himself awake. He's been using coffee as his main course for the entire day. " After she finished speaking, Yang Lee looked at Zhuang Nuannuan. Miss Zhuang, you have time. I can't persuade him anymore. I think he is still in the office at this moment. I am worried that his body will collapse."

Zhuang Nuannuan clearly had worry in her eyes but her expression was rather cold. "From now on, it has nothing to do with me."

When Yang Lee heard this sentence, she immediately realized that it was probably not as simple as quarreling and quarreling.0

"Miss Zhuang, take good care of yourself. President Qiao is very concerned about you, but... He is already so old, but he doesn't know how to take care of himself. When he first took over the company, he was with a client once. He caused gastric hemorrhage! " Yang Lee said worriedly," If he continues like this, then... If he doesn't mind coffee, I'm afraid his stomach will hurt again."

Zhuang Nuannuan's eyes flashed with anxiety, but she bit her lips and did not say anything.

Yang Lee saw that. She smiled. "Miss Zhuang, I'll go first, then. You have my number. If you need anything, you can call me directly."

After saying that, Yang Lee walked towards the door. Zhuang Nuannuan's gaze seemed to have a trace of anxiousness as she looked at her back.

When Yang Lee was about to close the door, she still spoke, "Assistant Yang, you are his assistant. Take care of him a little more."

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