125: C125 There Had Never Been a Place for Him

C125 There Had Never Been a Place for Him

Moo Yuqing was stunned for a moment and instantly flew into a rage out of humiliation, "You bastard!"

Huo Jingzhou directly tore off her clothes and went up to her. "Don't think about it anymore. You can only be my wife in this lifetime! From the moment you were in my bed four years ago, you had no way out!"

He started to move without any pity, and Moo Yuqing was forced to bear it.

After a long time, Huo Jingzhou fell asleep on the bed. Two lines of tears finally flowed out of Moo Yuqing's large and lifeless eyes.

...

At this moment, Moo Yuwei had just thought of how to reply to Huo Chengzhou. [Okay, after I finish my work for a while.] "

After I'm done with my work, I'll use my ability and charm to conquer you, make you fall in love with me, and leave that blind man.

Moo Yuwei covered her face and laughed for a while. She waited for the news that she was sharpening her knife. [Okay.] ]

Moo Yuwei jumped up happily and made two circles on the spot. Then, she sat back down by the computer with a reserved look and replied. [Then, can you take me to play games every day in the future? ]

Sharpening his knife: [Aren't you only free on Friday and on weekends? ]

Eldest Qiao said, If you take me to play games, I'll try to have time every day.

He was sharpening his blade. Depends on the situation. I might not have time. ]

Eldest Qiao: Alright then.

She sent another aggrieved emoticon over, only to find that her sharpening knife had already gone offline.

However, this did not affect her confidence. After all, she had finally successfully started a special relationship with Huo Chengzhou.

...

Bamboo Listening Pavilion, game room.

After Qiao An's treatment during this period of time, Huo Chengzhou was able to make sure that he slept for 2-3 hours without any help.

Today, Qiao An had provided him with a new song. He wanted to try it. So after replying to Eldest Qiao's message, he went offline.

For some reason, it was as if the anticipation from before had dropped after a game.

What Qiao An said was probably right. Things that could not be obtained were always in turmoil. The reason why he could not let go of it was probably because she left without saying goodbye.

Now that she had returned, she spoke to him as if she had never disappeared.

Or rather, in Eldest Qiao's heart, there was never a place for him to sharpen his knife. He was just one of her many partners. He could disappear for two years without any explanation.

That was all.

He could not even be considered a friend.

He felt a sense of loss and relief.

Huo Chengzhou also didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling, so he only took the USB drive out of game room. When he walked to the bedroom, he happened to pass by Qiao An's room.

Looking at a heavy wooden door, he suddenly smiled.

He did not know if she had already fallen asleep.

But there was no doubt that she would have a good dream today. After all, dinner was so satisfying.

A smile flashed across Huo Chengzhou's eyes. He had to admit that she was quite cute when she ate.2

Her mouth was stuffed full like a little hamster.

Qiao An, who was being remembered by Huo Chengzhou, did not have any beautiful dreams like he had said. Instead, it was a series of nightmares.

First, Qiao Xue hugged Moo Haoyan and showed off in front of her. She was so angry that her liver hurt. Then, the strange man held a dagger against her throat. Then, on Christmas Eve, she turned on the computer in the coffee shop. She wanted to log into the game account, but the computer screen suddenly turned into countless sharp blades that stabbed into her eyes.

"Ah!" With a cry of surprise, Qiao An sat up from the bed, drenched in sweat. Her entire body was filled with fear.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand and turned on the lamp. Although she knew that the surroundings were clear and bright, the darkness in front of her eyes still made her shiver.

"Dong Dong Dong..." The sound of knocking suddenly sounded in the room and startled Qiao An, "Who is it?"

pqdm.com