Qian looked at him, her gaze deep and profound, while warmth filled Yu Minglang’s heart.
Qian knew he was pondering Wang Yafei’s future, and sotis her Xiaoqiang could really be overwhelmingly attractive.
After going back, it’s obvious what Yu Xiaoqiang did.
Poor Qian applied ointnt but the swelling wouldn’t go down, and the shaless man claid he wanted to turn Qiang into a doctor to apply dicine, but just kept applying till nothing more could be done.
When Qian woke up the next day, it was already noon, and beside her the spot was cold; he had left long ago.
Coming and going in a hurry, but Qian’s mood was completely different from before, although she felt a bit lost, she mostly understood him.
There was still soup he had ordered in advance on the bedside, he even used an insulated pot, maybe fearing it would get cold.
He had taken care of almost every imaginable detail, with a handwritten note pressed under the pot.
Qian’s mood up till now was very content, she had shared a joyful event with her beloved, but when she saw the note, she couldn’t help but feel speechless.
Next ti we et, let’s explore the mysteries of man and nature again, looking forward to the days of parking together!
This jerk... was he really not doing it on purpose?
"So outrageous, how improper..." Qian pulled down the cornal bun, and as a man, Yu Minglang’s face seed thicker, holding this thing in his hand, yet inappropriate images of last night floated through his mind.
Although physically tired, her heart was exceptionally fulfilled, feeling a release of ntal pressure, making Qian energetic. She took a shower, had a simple breakfast, and since it was already this ti, she decided not to go to school, skipping a full day of classes.
On the bedside table, besides her breakfast, there was also a brown paper bag.
The seal on it was untouched.
This was the investigation report Zheng Xu had given to Qian.
Qian had just returned yesterday and was ambushed by Yu Minglang, not having had the chance to look at it.
And when Yu Minglang cleaned the room in the morning, he must have seen it and placed it where it was obvious for her.
This deeply moved Qian because the paper bag had Zheng Xu’s company na printed on it; knowing he saw it yet didn’t open it, which signified respect and understanding, not even ntioning it on the note.
This showed how mature Yu Minglang had beco.
Thinking of when they had just started dating, he would interrupt her stage play to steal the spotlight, portraying a stereotypically jealous Asian, yet now, even knowing it was information Zheng Xu left for her, he chose not to interfere, showing respect for her and highlighting his confidence in their relationship now.
Having eaten, yet still providing the highest courtesy, Qian praised Xiaoqiang for a re fraction of a second before awkwardly realizing, compared to the past, is this the difference between her sleeping with him and him sleeping with her?
Just parted, and she already began to miss him. Qian suddenly had so understanding of Shi Touyu standing in front of the mirror on the second day of becoming a woman, that feeling of happiness mixed with confusion.
Qian took out the docunts and seriously perused through them.
After just two pages, she felt a chill down her spine.
What she had instructed Zheng Xu to investigate was the status of Yu Minglang’s good friend Liu Shuang’s fiancée, Hu ijing.
According to Zheng Xu’s investigation, Hu ijing was in Lishi, working as a public kindergarten teacher, and she was married to a man nad Chu Xuan, who was a civil servant.
Qian could hardly believe what she was seeing; nas, places, even the husband’s na, everything matched.
Even now, Qian was holding onto a sliver of hope that this woman she was looking for was not the sa as the one she t before.
But the photos that fell out of the file cruelly shattered Qian’s hope.
The photos seed to have been taken in recent days, showing Hu ijing and Chu Xuan seemingly out grocery shopping, both carrying heavy bags, and the clothes she wore were even the sa as when Qian last saw her.
The woman’s gentle appearance could still be recalled by Qian.
Speaking softly and slowly, with a gentle and feminine tone; if Qian wasn’t provoked, she would also speak at this leisurely pace. Now she couldn’t determine if Hu ijing was a natural-born actress or had a split personality. Otherwise, why was there such a big difference between the person Qian encountered and the information she received?
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