Huang Qiao, who was kicked out by her family, was homeless. She was left numbly by Xiang Zichen's hand and returned to his private apartment in Fenghua Mansion.
"Qiaoqiao, are you hungry? Let me take you something to eat?" Xiang Zichen, for the first time in history, was particularly gentle today.
Huang Qiao didn't speak, just shook her head...
The cell phone rang, it was Xiang Zichen's...
"Hello? Danny? Honey, I'm sorry, I'll be there right away, um, that's it." Xiang Zichen hung up the phone ambiguously and rolled his eyes at Huang Qiao: "Here is the key, you can live here temporarily.
After we finish the wedding, you will come back to live with me in Qingya Villa."
Huang Qiao didn't speak, but took a look at the key...
"I'm going out for a night out, do you want to come with me?" Xiang Zichen looked at Huang Qiao teasingly.
Huang Qiao still didn't speak...
"Well, since you won't go, I'll go by myself. Bye." After saying that, he kissed her on the face and turned around to leave.
Huang Qiao immediately rushed into the bathroom and started taking a shower, washing her face desperately. She felt dirty wherever he kissed her...
After I came out, I picked up my phone and saw that there were fifteen missed calls, and they were all from my sister.
Could it be that something happened to her father? Thinking uneasily, Huang Qiao picked up her cell phone and called back.
For the first time, her sister asked her to meet.
When Huang Qiao walked into the Lan Yin River Cafe, Huang Qian had already arrived. She opened a quiet private room and put on a scarf and sunglasses.
Big stars have to be a bit exaggerated when they go out on the street, otherwise they will be ruined if they are recognized by movie fans...
"Sister..." Huang Qiao called cautiously.
"Well, sit down." Strangely enough, Huang Qian's voice was surprisingly calm.
"Qiaoqiao, I know I have neglected you for so many years, but this is my job and I don't have time to spend with my family. Don't blame me." Huang Qian said with emotion.
Huang Qiao immediately said: "Sister, don't say that. I understand that you have suffered a lot in these years."
"Qiaoqiao, do you still think of me as your sister?"
Huang Qiao nodded: "You will always be my good sister."
Huang Qian smiled happily, and then took out a ticket book and a check from her bag: "Qiaoqiao, this is a ticket to France. It's for tomorrow morning. Here is 10 million. You take it. I'll give it to you over there."
I have contacted the school for you and you can continue your studies. If you don’t want to go to school, you can live and work there. If you don’t have enough money, I will call you.”
"Sister, what are you...?" Huang Qiao didn't expect her sister to give these to her.
"Qiaoqiao, sister, I beg you, please go. You have been in France for so many years, and we have been fine, haven't we? I love Zichen, and I can't lose him, you know? Sister, I beg you." Huang.
After Qian finished speaking, she stood up and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Sister, don't be like this, get up quickly." Huang Qiao said in surprise.
"No, if you don't promise me, I won't get up." Huang Qian cried so hard that she believed that by doing this, she could convince her sister.
"Sister, get up quickly, I promise you." For some reason, Huang Qiao felt very painful when she saw her always arrogant sister kneeling in front of her. She couldn't bear this.
"Really? Have you really agreed to go abroad? Qiaoqiao, please never go back to China, okay?" Huang Qian pushed further and her demands became more and more excessive.
Huang Qiao bit her lip and said slowly: "Don't worry, sister, I won't come back."