He glanced at Cen Zhiqiao, turned around and walked to the window, as if he was deliberately avoiding her gaze. Cen Zhiqiao felt a little strange, but without thinking much, he turned around and walked out.
After a while, Gu Nianchen also followed out. Cen Zhiqiao was peeling an apple for Jiang Simon. His frown did not loosen, but became even tighter: "I have to go out for a while, and I will come back to take you home later."
After saying this, he walked out quickly and walked to the door. He seemed to think of something again. He turned around and gave Jiang Simon a fierce look: "You kid, please be honest and don't play with her crooked mind, otherwise
I told you not to move your other arm."
"Hey Gu Nianchen, what are you talking about!" She didn't like his arrogant attitude, so Cen Zhiqiao couldn't help scolding her, but the only response she received was the sound of the door closing.
He turned to Jiang Simon and apologized: "He's just like that, just ignore him and don't take his words to heart."
"Haha -" Jiang Simon smiled, took the apple from Cen Zhiqiao, cut it into small pieces and put it on the plate. He didn't eat it, but put it down. He raised his head and looked straight at Cen Zhiqiao: "Qiao Qiao,
Are you going back to Gu Nianchen?"
Cen Zhiqiao was stunned for a moment: "I... never thought about it."
"Then don't go back to him, okay?" Jiang Simon held her hand and said firmly.
"Si Nan..."
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Seeing her stunned expression, Jiang Simon forced a smile, then picked up the plate, lowered his head and ate the apple in silence.
He has always known her intentions, so why would he have such wishful thinking? What's more, now that he has a crippled arm, how can he still be qualified to stand by her side?
Twenty minutes later, at a nursing home in the suburbs, the sound of brakes resounded throughout the sky.
When Gu Nianchen walked in, he saw Jing Biao sitting in the lobby on the first floor, looking very unhappy.
"Jing Biao, why did you come to me here?"
"Bang--" Before he could speak, Jing Biao aimed at Gu Nianchen's face and punched him. If Gu Nianchen hadn't been so agile, he would have been hit hard.
Suddenly he frowned: "What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do?" Jing Biao glared: "What about you? What did you do to Sister Chu Qiao?"
Mentioning Chu Qiao, Gu Nianchen's face suddenly darkened.
"You should ask her about her affairs instead of coming to me." His voice was cold and hard, without any emotion at all. After saying this, he turned around and left.
"Stop!" Jing Biao rushed in front of him: "I'm not here to fight with you. Sister Chu Qiao committed suicide. The doctor said she suffered from a severe emotional illness, so many times what she did was inevitably out of control, just like treating
Cen Zhiqiao, she couldn't help herself, she was so angry that she didn't even know what she had done."
"Suicide?" Gu Nianchen raised his eyebrows: "Then is she dead?"
"Gu Nianchen, you..." Jing Biao was furious. Although he knew that Chu Qiao was acting, hearing Gu Nianchen ask such words still made him so angry that he grabbed Gu Nianchen's collar: "Chu Qiao
Sister Qiao is like this because of you. Not only do you not care about her, but you also said such words, Gu Nianchen, do you really have any intention?"
"It doesn't matter whether I have a heart or not. The important thing is whether Chu Qiao has a heart. If she still has a little bit of conscience, she shouldn't join you in acting to deceive me after doing something wrong." She shook off his hand.
, Gu Nianchen made an understatement while adjusting his clothes.
Jing Biao was speechless for a moment, looking at Gu Nianchen, unable to tell lies for a moment.
This was so anxious that Chu Qiao was hiding behind the wall to observe secretly. While secretly cursing Jing Biao for being useless, he took out his cell phone and sent a message - it seemed that he still had to rely on himself at the critical moment.
"Nian Chen--" He messed up his hair and looked in the mirror again. Seeing that he looked pale in the mirror, he dragged his legs and staggered out.
She glanced out the door and saw a dazzling light flashing under a tree at the door. She secretly smiled in her heart, but the look on her face was still sad: "Nian Chen, I was wrong, I really know
Wrong. But I couldn't help myself. I was sick and couldn't control my emotions at all. At that time, I knew that you and Miss Cen were once again overwhelmed by anger and didn't know what they were doing. So,
So please forgive me once, and when I get better, I will never do anything like that again."
"Let go." Gu Nianchen lowered his eyes and glanced at her, with obvious disgust in his eyes.
"No, I don't want to let go, Nian Chen, I love you, I can't live without you." He threw himself into his arms, and the one size larger hospital gown covered his body. It was baggy, and it was unspeakable when it was blown by the wind.
miserable.
"Love me?" Being hugged tightly by her, Gu Nianchen smiled instead, with sarcasm on his lips: "Chu Qiao, stop joking, do you love me, or do you love Mayor Gu?"
Chu Qiao froze and her tears stopped there: "You...what do you mean?"
Gu Nianchen's smile grew thicker: "You should know what I mean, stop treating people like fools." After saying that, he threw her hand away and left without looking back.
"Gu Nianchen--" Before Chu Qiao could recover from his words, Jing Biao shouted bitterly.
"Sister Chu Qiao, what does he mean?"
Turning his head, he saw that the gentle expression on Chu Qiao's face was no longer the same as before. A pair of eyes were shining, as if he was thinking about something. That look was unfamiliar to Jing Biao. He was startled and called out again: "Sister Chu Qiao?"
"
Chu Qiao just recovered her thoughts: "I...I don't know either."
His expression was as usual.
Jing Biao thought he was wrong and didn't think much about it. He just asked, "What should we do now? It seems that he misunderstood you deeply. I'm afraid it's useless to beg him again."