The plane flew higher and higher until the lights of Beijing were invisible at the end, and Song Xiangsi's tears rolled down her cheeks again.

Through the tears, she saw in a daze that eight years ago, Song Xiangsi, wearing a white skirt and a ponytail, stood in front of the sunny and handsome Xu Jiamu, staring at the bank card handed over in his hand, biting the corner of her lips for a long time, and finally closed her eyes, nodded gently, and said, "Okay, I'll be with you."

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On the day Qiao Anxia was discharged from the hospital, the weather in the entire Beijing city had completely warmed up.

Early in the morning, Cheng Yang and Qiao's mother started to pack up. Although Qiao Anxia made an appointment with Qiao Anhao in advance to meet her at the Qiao family on this day, Qiao Anhao, whose belly was obviously bulging, came to the hospital to pick her up and discharge her from the hospital with Lu Jinnian.

When I returned to Qiao's house, it was already twelve o'clock. The servant happened to prepare lunch. Qiao Anxia was the injured and Qiao Anhao was a pregnant woman. The meal preparation was particularly light and nutritious.

After lunch, Cheng Yang and Lu Jinnian followed Qiao's father to the study and kept Qiao Anhao, Qiao's mother and Qiao Anxia watching TV in the living room.

Qiao Anhao, who is more than three months pregnant, is sleepy and lazy. She leans against Qiao Anxia's shoulder and watches TV, and then falls asleep unknowingly.

Qiao Anxia felt the weight on her shoulders getting bigger, and she couldn't help but turn her head. Seeing Qiao Anhao's eyes closed and sleeping, she immediately closed the words she was about to say, and then gently hit Qiao's mother sitting beside her, pointing to a blanket thrown not far away, and whispered: "Give me the blanket."

After taking the blanket, Qiao Anxia gently covered Qiao Anhao's body. When she stuffed it under her arm, she happened to see Qiao Anhao's protruding belly. Qiao Anxia's gaze couldn't help but become a little frozen. Her hands subconsciously reached over and touched Qiao Anhao's belly. It was hard, and a sense of envy suddenly emerged in her heart. Then her hands quickly shrank back like an electric shock, and the light in the drooping eyes was dim.

When Qiao An woke up, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Qiao's mother had prepared dinner, so the group of people had dinner at Qiao's house before they parted.

Qiao Anhao and Lu Jinnian returned to Jinxiu Garden. Cheng Yang drove Qiao Anxia directly to his apartment. I wonder if he was tired, but Qiao Anxia closed her eyes all the way and said nothing.

Arriving at the door of the apartment, Cheng Yang opened the door, but blocked Qiao Anxia: "Close your eyes first."

Qiao Anxia raised her head in wonder and looked at Cheng Yang: "What are you doing?"

"Close your eyes." Cheng Yang repeated again. Seeing Qiao Anxia's indifferent look, he simply walked around behind Qiao Anxia, ​​raised his hand, covered her eyes, and then kicked open the door and pushed Qiao Anxia into the room.

"Cheng Yang, what are you doing?" Qiao Anxia moved her head and wanted to open Cheng Yang's hand. The man lowered his head, put it against her ear, and gently "shushed" it. Then he took the door with the momentum and continued to push Qiao Anxia, ​​walking to the center of the living room before stopping, and then slowly moved his hand away from Qiao Anxia's eyes.
Chapter completed!