Qiao Qiao?
What’s the matter?
She picked up her phone and called Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao was busy, holding the phone between her neck and shoulder, asked, "Miss Qin, why are you calling?"
Qin Huan looked down at Xiaoliao while holding the phone in one hand, "Can we change the ti? Tonight is the little one’s birthday."
Qiao Qiao paused her action of organizing files, "Auntie, what are you talking about? I don’t understand a bit."
Don’t understand what she’s saying?
Qin Huan frowned, "Didn’t you text to et at Feng Ji at eight tonight?"
Qiao Qiao, "Honey, are you sleep-talking?"
Qin Huan frowned, "I got it, I’ll hang up now."
Qiao Qiao, "..."
Hearing the call ended, she sat back in her office chair, recalling Qin Huan’s words. She sent a text to et Huanhuan at Feng Ji?
Feng Ji was a place where she and Huanhuan often t in the past, not many knew about it, except Gu Jizhou!
Who?
Could it be Gu Jizhou?
Thinking about it, she felt a little uneasy.
She picked up her phone, opened it, and indeed saw there was a record, sent from her phone!
The ti was just now!
But she was busy just now, there was no ti to send a text, what’s going on?
Holding the phone, gripping it for a while, she left the office, went to the seventh floor, where he was.
At the door of Qin Shaonan’s office, she saw his assistant, "Is President Qin in?"
Jiang Ting looked at Qiao Qiao, thinking President Qin had sothing for Assistant Qiao to relay, "President Qin is in, Assistant Qiao, please go in."
Qiao Qiao stood at the office door, took a deep breath, raised her hand, and knocked.
"Co in."
The familiar voice reached her ears, and Qiao Qiao’s heart suddenly lost rhythm.
Recalling the past, when she shalessly pursued him, she was never this nervous, steeling herself, she pushed open the door.
Qin Shaonan looked up, and the mont he saw Qiao Qiao, his face suddenly turned cold.
Qiao Qiao looked at Qin Shaonan, "Shaonan..."
Qin Shaonan, "Get out!"
Their voices rang out almost simultaneously, one warm, one ice-cold.
After all these years, does he still hate her that much?
Qiao Qiao, "I... I need to talk to you."
Qin Shaonan lowered his head, continuing to approve docunts, "What is it? Not a bedti story, I hope."
Thinking back to when she pursued him at eighteen, barely reaching his chest in height, following him around like a little tail...
Once, after having a little alcohol, under its influence, she finally confessed, all the scripts she had prepared turned into—"Instructor Qin, I want to be with you."
The past resurfaces, hard to describe the feeling.
Qin Shaonan sat there, finishing his signing, the black dots on the A4 paper turned into mories, his face grew colder, "If there’s nothing else, then leave."
Qiao Qiao quickly spoke up, "Yes! My phone was hacked."
Qin Shaonan looked up, his gaze falling back on her.
Qiao Qiao hurriedly handed over her phone.
Qin Shaonan looked at her, not taking it.
Until Qiao Qiao’s arm nearly went numb, a voice colder than ice ca out, "Leave it there."
Qiao Qiao placed the phone on his desk.
Qin Shaonan did not look at her again, "I’m busy now, leave the phone here."
Qiao Qiao, "Okay."
Qin Shaonan, "Please leave."
Qiao Qiao took one last look; he was still the sa, she hadn’t seen him since then, now seeing him again, ti hadn’t left the slightest mark of age on his face, if anything, he seed more mature and aloof.
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