Chapter 63 You Don’t Have a First Love?

Qiao Lian looked at Xia Yehua in surprise, "Aunt Xia?"

She looked around and asked, "You live here too?"

Xia Yehua was anxious, "It's not me, it's my son! Why don't you go home?"

Qiao Lian smiled, "Ah, I forgot to bring the key! So..."

"You stupid kid! You can easily get sick like this. Hurry up and get in the car and go to our house to take a hot bath!"

Qiao Lian rubbed her nose and waved her hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, Ah Zhi!"

Xia Yehua couldn't help but shook his head, "Hurry up, get in the car with me!"

After she finished speaking, Qiao Lian's cell phone rang.

She answered, and Butler Li's voice came from the other side, "Ms. Qiao, there's a call from the old house saying that Madam has left."

Qiao Lian's face suddenly filled with joy, "Auntie, our family is back! I'm going home first!"

Seeing her look like that, Xia Yehua nodded, "Next time if something happens, remember to call me! Look at how you kid doesn't know how to cherish yourself!"

Qiao Lian laughed and said, "I know! I'm leaving first. I'll play games with you tomorrow~"

After saying that, he quickly ran to the villa.

When she returned to the villa, she looked around a few times and found that Shen Liangchuan was not downstairs. He should be in the master bedroom.

Qiao Lian quickly went upstairs, took a hot shower in the second bedroom, and put on clean clothes. Only then did she feel comfortable.

After sneezing several times in a row, she rubbed her nose carelessly, wiped her hair dry, and then quietly walked to the master bedroom.

The door was not closed, so she poked her little head in first, her eyes wandered around the room, and then she saw him on the balcony.

He stood on the balcony, his injured hand hanging by his side, and the other hand holding a cigarette. The cigarette butt flickered in the darkness. His silhouette, accompanied by the smoke in the darkness, looked so lonely.

what happened to him?

Qiao Lian quietly walked over, and a strong smell of smoke assaulted her nostrils. She glanced at the ashtray and found it was full of cigarette butts.

This man...how many cigarettes he smoked.

She bit her lip, knowing that it would be better to avoid Mingzhe to protect herself at this time, but her feet seemed to be rooted, and she couldn't move forward no matter what.

She thought of today in the private room, when he saw her P's wedding photos and jokingly said that P was pretty good. At that time, there was a pampering look on his face, which made her feel at that moment, in fact, He doesn't really hate himself that much, does he?

She thought that since they got married, although he looked fierce on the outside, he had actually helped her many times.

So, if he was so sad, she should go and comfort him, right?

She took a step forward, wanted to say something, and opened her mouth. Her usual sharp tongue was useless at this moment.

He was like an ice sculpture, carrying a sense of alienation from others. It seemed that no one could enter his heart.

Qiao Lian stood there in a daze, thinking about how to break the silence, when a gust of cold wind blew.

"Ah sneeze!"

The slight sound finally made Shen Liangchuan aware of her arrival and turned his head.

Qiao Lian hurriedly put a smile on her face, blinked her eyes and said, "Mr. Shen, are your hands okay?"

Shen Liangchuan's face became even more ugly.

He felt sorry for her here, but the bright smile on her face was so bright that it was dazzling.

In the darkness, he suddenly said: "You don't have a first love?"