Chapter 14： (2/2)

Seeing that Qin Yao did not respond, Zhong Youyou was a little surprised, and asked, ”Qin Yao, are you listening?”

Of course Qin Yao is listening, Qin Yao has been listening.

There was no one around, the corners of his mouth were almost reaching the roots of his ears, and his heart was beating violently, afraid that his emotions would be leaked when he spoke.

He suffocated his throat, stretched out his arm to hold the phone far away, took a few deep breaths quickly and suddenly, then took the phone back, and asked politely and distantly: ”What's the matter?”

Zhong Youyou: ”...”

No, what's the situation? This is different from the original text. Isn't Qin Yao still in love with her at this time? !

It is also possible that the original Qin Yao played very few times, and she couldn't figure out when Qin Yao fell in love with herself. Maybe just like Zhong's father and Zhong's mother, he took a different route from the original.

This is too unlucky!

But now that the call has been connected, I can only ask Qin Yao to help. Her voice fell an octave of frustration, and she quickly said: ”I have a conflict with my family. You know, I plan to move out. Can you help me find a reliable house?”

Qin Yao's ears were red, and after a moment of indulgence, he said in a low voice.

”...”

Look at this reluctant tone of ”Since you have spoken, I am not ashamed not to help you, so I will help you”... Zhong Youyou, who was so angry that he hung up the phone, was depressed.

I have to say that she is indeed a bit lost. After all, when I read the original text, I had a good impression of the character Qin Yao, and I was faintly happy just calling it...

However, at this time Qin Yao probably didn't like her at all...she should wash and sleep, don't think too much.

Zhong Youyou didn't even know that the young master of the Qin family on the other end of the phone was holding the phone, and did not remove the microphone from his ear for a long while. In the night, Jun's face had turned red into a red cloud on the horizon.

Her attention was quickly diverted, she looked at the baggage she had packed on the ground, and her heart was full of energy.

Speaking of which, the original owner doesn’t have many things. She has been living in this small guest room since she came here. She wanted to get it. Quilt covers, sheets, towels, etc. are the original things in the guest room. The standard blue and white plaid pattern can be said to be and The servants used the same set, and Zhong Mu had never thought of buying it again for her.

So Zhong Youyou won't take it away.

Compared to the various exquisite hairpins and beautiful dolls in Meng Shixuan's room, there was no such thing in the original owner's room. After all, these are all gifts. No one gave them to her. It would be boring for her to buy it herself. She came here for three years. Every year, her family’s attention was focused on Meng Shixuan when she came back drunk. Dislike her.

Therefore, after Zhong Youyou tidied up, he found that all he needed to take away were only the things he had bought from the mall before.

She couldn't help but sat down on the floor and sighed, feeling the loneliness and loneliness of the original owner from the bottom of her heart. Day after day, staying in this west-facing guest room, being left out, ignored, and not distorted in character is strange. She lifted the sleeve of her right arm and took a look. The wound was healed, leaving only a scar.

After finishing this, Zhong Youyou was also tired, and finally fell asleep after climbing into bed.

She didn't notice that after she turned off the phone, there was one more missed call. The three words Shi Zhitang flashed one after another, as if he wanted to talk and stopped, and finally went out quietly.

Zhong Youyou and Qin Yao agreed to move in the next afternoon. Therefore, the next day she deliberately slept in to avoid Zhong father and Zhong mother. They should have already gone to the company at this point on the weekend, but she never expected...

As soon as she entered the restaurant, there was a large table of dishes. Mother Zhong was wearing an apron. Seeing her, she was a little surprised and came over gently: ”Long, wake up, come sit down.”

Father Zhong also looked up and looked kind to her: ”Your mother got up in the morning to make breakfast for you. She made these by herself.”

For her? This is really unprecedented.