Chatper 78 (1/2)

He Qiaoyan rolled his eyes silently, and found that this woman's brain circuit was so strange that he couldn't evaluate it with normal thinking.

Talking about her ex-boyfriend in front of him, isn't this style of painting too weird?

Qin Yiyue rubbed her face, and continued: "At that time, it was the biggest crisis I faced. I used to be so good, with good grades, and a pretty person. I could be the belle of the school in no time. But I fell in love with a scumbag blindly. , gave him such a precious opportunity to go abroad, and also gave him a bank card of 200,000 yuan that my parents gave me to spend when I was 20 years old. As a result, he kicked me as soon as I went abroad, and threw me My teenage heart was crushed. You don’t know how uncomfortable I was at that time. Although my parents didn’t blame me, my relatives, classmates, friends, and teachers around me thought I was a second-best, saying behind my back every day My gossip, and when I became popular, I went abroad to ask him for an explanation.”

When Qin Yiyue said this, her eyes suddenly became hot.

Qin Yiyue covered her eyes with her hand, "He didn't dare to see me, so he asked Ye Qing to deal with it. You said how blind I was to see such a scumbag?"

"Is it because of this that you haven't been in a relationship in the past few years? I proposed to you, but you refused all the time, is it also because of Zhou Ziyang?"

"Zhou Ziyang broke more than half of my trust in people, and I once doubted my vision of people." Qin Yiyue was interrupted by He Qiaoyan's words, pulled out of the self-pity, sniffed, "Besides, I'm just a small citizen who has just settled for food and clothing. The most famous local tyrant in Qincheng proposes to me. Can I not run away?"

"In the end, I still couldn't escape."

Qin Yiyue laughed twice, her head didn't hurt as much as before, "How about you, local tyrant? Do you have any special ex-girlfriends? People like you must have many ex-girlfriends? How did I get rid of those ex-girlfriends?" , succeeded in ascending?"

"Who told you I have a lot of ex-girlfriends?"

"Those rich second generations who don't look very good all have a bunch of girlfriends, how can you not have one?"

"Is there any necessary connection between the two? There are still a lot of sex addicts and fights in the rich second generation. I want to get involved too?"

"Well, you're right about that."

He Qiaoyan reached out and patted her hairy head, "Sleep for a while, and I'll call you when I get home."

"En." Qin Yiyue replied with a strong nasal voice, she felt that her body was going to die.

"Is your Chinese New Year holiday only three days before?"

"No. Now all doctors have resumed their normal work, and the doctors on duty during the Chinese New Year can rest at any time."

"Then take a good rest tomorrow and don't go to work."

"Okay." Qin Yiyue responded in a low voice, and closed her eyes.

**

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Qin Yiyue caught a cold and had a fever. Her head throbbed and her throat was so dry that it hurt so badly that she wanted to cry.

Just as she was about to turn sideways, a generous palm covered her forehead, "Don't move, you still have a fever."

Qin Yiyue nodded.

Seeing that she was uncomfortable, He Qiaoyan sat on the bed, helped her up, and fed her some water.

The warm water slid down her throat, and Qin Yiyue felt a little better. Seeing that it was dawn, she asked in a hoarse voice: "Where's Xiaobao?"

"He's in the study."

"Oh. Where are my parents? They should be back today."

"Mother-in-law called you, and I answered. She said she would come over later."

"Then I'm done, I'll be ridiculed."

He Qiaoyan touched her sweaty little face, "You will be accused of being sick?"

"You don't understand Ms. Luo, who has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart." Qin Yiyue moved her arms and found that she was sore and weak.

"Drink some porridge first, it's not easy to get well on an empty stomach."

Qin Yiyue nodded, took the porridge bowl that He Qiaoyan handed over, and drank it one bite at a time.

He Qiaoyan looked at her pale face, and felt very soft in his heart.

This little woman's influence on both Xiaobao and him is getting bigger and bigger.