"Rong Juan!" Qiao Weiwei was held in his arms and forced to look at his face. His previous calm and calm look was no longer there. "You put me down, I don't need you to take me back."
"It doesn't matter whether you use it or not." Rong Juan said, "It doesn't matter whether you call me arrogant or overbearing. Anyway, I will send you home tonight."
There was another sentence he didn't say——
Even if his strength at this moment makes her hate him again, it doesn't matter. Anyway, there is no worse possibility than this, and he has already made such a plan, right?
Rong Heng's jawline was slightly tense, pointing straight forward.
Yun Shu, who was standing behind the two of them, was feeling redundant when he suddenly saw Qiao Weiwei turning around to look at her.
At that moment, Yun Shu felt that he was dazzled.
She actually seemed to see a signal of panic and help in Qiao Weiwei's eyes——
But where is the end?
Although Rong Juan didn't know her, as a good friend of the BD president and a guest at numerous large-scale BD events, she had met her several times.
It was not like she had never seen Qiao Weiwei meet Rong Juan in those days. She was always calm, calm, neither humble nor overbearing, and tried her best to avoid contact with him. If she really couldn't avoid meeting him head-on, she could do it even in public.
Handle the relationship between two people well.
But now, it was just being hugged. Over the years, she had endured many storms by herself. What was there to panic about, what was there to be messy about, what was there to ask for help?
Although she had such doubts in her heart, Yun Shu still chased after Rong Juan all the way to Rong Juan's car. Seeing Rong Juan put Qiao Weiwei into the car, she stood next to him and asked, "So, shouldn't it be okay?"
What happened to me, right?"
"No." Qiao Weiwei sat in the passenger seat and tried to get up from inside, "I want you to take me back -"
Before she finished speaking, Rong Juan had already closed the car door in front of her, then turned to look at Yun Shu and said, "It's none of your business, you can go back and rest."
Before Yun Shu could say another word to Qiao Weiwei, Rong Juan had already gotten into the car and drove away from the hospital.
Looking at the rapidly retreating street lights outside the car window, Qiao Weiwei slowly closed his eyes, accepting his fate and trying to keep himself calm at the same time.
Rong Juan didn't speak any more and just drove the car intently along the way.
Returning to the underground parking lot of the community in silence all the way, Qiao Weiwei unbuckled his seat belt and pushed the car door to get out of the car, but Rong Juan was one step ahead of her and stood outside the car door waiting for her.
Qiao Weiwei froze slightly when he got out of the car, and then said: "I can go by myself."
"Your feet are inconvenient." Rong Juan said and picked her up again without any explanation.
They went all the way upstairs and walked to the door of the house before Rong Juan put her down. Qiao Weiwei was about to find the key to open the door, but then he remembered that his keys and handbag had been dropped at the door when he entered the door.
The security guard should have come up to help her close the door. The security guard had good intentions, but now, she can't get in.
Qiao Weiwei was standing frozen when he suddenly saw Rong Juan take out a key from his trouser pocket and stuff it into the door lock.
Looking at the familiar key, Qiao Weiwei was stunned for a moment.
It is ridiculous to say that this house has been sold for more than half a year and has changed owners. She still comes to clean it from time to time;
And now, the house has been transferred to her name for the second time, and Rong Juan can actually find the key to the house, and he can open the door whenever he wants...
Perhaps we should praise the house for being so hospitable that anyone who wants to can enter?
Thinking of this, Qiao Weiwei stretched out his hand to hold the door handle behind Rong Juan's door, closed the opening and closing angle of the door, and stood outside the door and said to him: "I'm home, thank you for sending me back. Goodbye.
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Rong Juan froze for a moment, then said again: "I'll accompany you in. If it's inconvenient for you, I can help you -"
"No!" Before he could finish speaking, Qiao Weiwei had already spoken, "Rong Juan, that's enough. You don't need to help me with anything more. I'll thank you tonight, but it's enough. That's it."
Rong Juan just stood still.
Qiao Weiwei avoided his body, carefully opened the door to an angle that allowed only one person to enter and exit, squeezed in sideways, and then turned around to close the door.
Just when the door was about to close, Rong Juan couldn't help but stretched out his hand to block the door from closing.
"Rong Juan!" Qiao Weiwei's expression changed slightly through the crack in the door.
"Only." Rong Juan looked at her and whispered, "Is it okay if I borrow the bathroom?"
Hearing this sentence, Qiao was speechless.
Finally, Rong Juan entered the door again and entered the bathroom.
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When he finally came out of the bathroom, Qiao Weiwei was boiling water for himself in the kitchen.
She had abrasions on her palms and elbows, and it was really inconvenient to move around. She was carefully holding the electric kettle to fill the water, when Rong Juan reached out from the side and took the electric kettle from her hand, "I'll do it."
Qiao Weiyi took a breath, and then said: "You can go."
"I know." Rong Juan replied without looking back, "Go and sit on the sofa first. I'll leave after the water boils and I pour you some water."
Joe only glanced at him and stood still.
And Rong Juan didn't look at her, just stared at the hot water bottle in front of him.
It was not a problem for two people to squeeze into this small kitchen. In the end, she could only walk out slowly.
Rong Juan's eyes were still staring at the electric kettle. He caught a glimpse of her leaving back from the corner of his eye, and then his stiff eyes moved and moved elsewhere.
He had already seen this kitchen in the afternoon. There were only noodles and eggs in the refrigerator, and not a grain of rice could be found in the entire kitchen. This showed that she probably didn't have time to cook and only occasionally gave herself a bowl of noodles to satisfy her hunger.
The only time Qiao was sitting in the living room waiting, Rong Juan still didn't come out of the kitchen. She wanted to see what he was doing, but the injuries to her ankles and knees made it difficult for her to get up.
She sat for a while, and when she finally couldn't help but get up, Rong Juan finally walked out of the kitchen and brought out a glass of warm water... and a bowl of noodles.
Seeing the bowl of noodles, Qiao Weiyi's eyes changed slightly uncontrollably.
"I cooked a bowl of noodles for you. You can eat it." Rong Juan placed the noodles in front of her.
Qiao Weiwei sat on the sofa without moving for a while and then said: "Okay, I will eat later, you can go."
"You eat the noodles first," he said, "I'll watch you finish eating and then leave."
These words were extremely familiar. Qiao Weiwei slowly closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes to look at him again: "Rong Juan, no, you don't have to do anything for me anymore. You can go, really."
He sat on the sofa next to him. Hearing this, he stiffened again, and then said: "I scared you, I made you hurt, I have to take responsibility."
"You don't have to take any responsibility." Qiao Weiwei said, "It's all my fault. I won't blame you."
"But I blame myself." Rong Juan slowly raised his head and looked at her, "I kept asking myself why I made you cry... but I can't find the answer. The only thing is, can you tell me?"