The smile on Huzi's face couldn't be more obvious: "Of course I saw it.
She also left a maid outside to look out for the wind.
She looked around, but she didn't find me at all.
I even saw her coming out."
"Oh" Ning Junwu didn't see this and asked casually: "What did she look like when she came out?"
"It's quite normal," Huzi thought for a moment and added, "She put her shoes on."
"By the way," Huzi thought again: "This time it seems that she is not the same girl as last time.
Her skills are far behind.
But I thought, I hit the wrong person last time, so I'd better not do anything wrong this time. ” "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Ning Junwu frowned, raised his leg and kicked him over.
Hu Zi dodged away deftly and said with a smile: "Anyway, with such a weak girl, why can't it be okay if I can't deal with the little one?"
It seems that due to a misunderstanding last time, Hu Zi gave Xia Xiaodong a big psychological shadow.
Ning Junwu waved his hands irritably: "In the future, except for Miss Xia, no other miscellaneous people are allowed in.
Next time, I will let Xiao Ke follow me instead of you."
"No."
Huzi was startled.
It seemed that Mr.
Twenty-Six was really different from Miss Xia.
He quickly promised again and again that he would never do it again, and even offered his trump card: "Master, I heard that Tianbei Street Shang Hei Xiaolong and his gang have done something, and it seems to be related to Miss Xia.
If you don't mind, I will tell you."
As a result, Huzi suffered a big violent shock on his head.
"How dare you bargain with me?"
Ning Erliu waved his arms: "Say quickly."
Qiao Qiaoer walked very fast, and the maid behind her basically had to trot to keep up.
However, as soon as they passed the second gate and entered the inner courtyard, the speed immediately slowed down.
Then, the maid saw that the girl found a big tree that was bare and had a lot of snow on its branches, and sat down under the big tree.
The maid looked around guiltily, but fortunately there was no one around at this time.
It's a cold day.
Who has nothing to do and runs under the tree?
It's not a plum tree with branches and flowers.
Qiao Qiaoer didn't look at the maid at all, or simply forgot that there was a maid following her.
She acted almost based on instinct.
Once he stopped and sat down, he curled up into a ball, curled his legs in front of his chest, hugged his knees with his hands, pulled his cloak over to cover his whole body, and lowered his hooded head, leaning against on lap.
It seemed like there was finally some warmth.
It was really cold before.
It was as if the cold wind in the whole world had hit him, and every inch of his skin was bone-chillingly cold.
Qiao Qiaoer was stunned, completely unable to remember how she got here and where she was going.
It wasn't until more than half an hour later that the maid waiting nearby couldn't bear the cold anymore.
Besides, the strange looks from the maids and women who occasionally passed by were also unbearable.
The maid gently pushed Qiao Qiaoer's shoulder: "Girl, girl" Qiao Qiaoer raised her head and looked over blankly.
"Girl" the maid looked at her face: "Let's go back to the second girl's place first."
Qiao Qiaoer remembered that she came here in the name of visiting the second girl here.
"Okay," Qiao Qiaoer managed to stand up, and the maid quickly came over to support her.
"Girl, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
While walking slowly, the maid made an excuse for Qiao Qiaoer's behavior.
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"Well, yes."
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Qiaoer's mouth: "I feel bad, my heart hurts to death."
This sounds so weird.
The maid didn't dare to answer for a while, and after a while she said: "No, I heard someone said that my heart hurts so much that it hurts so much that it even hurts my chest and back."
"Ah ha ha."
Qiao Qiao'er suddenly chuckled: "Isn't it heartbreaking?
Yes, I just feel heartache.
Just tell the second girl like this later."
Qiao Qiaoer almost fell down as soon as she entered the house, frightening the second girl here so much.
When the maid said it was a heartache, she became more and more worried.
She quickly put Qiao Qiaoer to lie down and asked the doctor to come over to see her.
Really, I wasn’t very familiar with her, but after all, she was a girl from Fuyin’s family.
When Hubala came over to pay New Year greetings, she had to welcome her.
As a result, he disappeared and felt a heartache when he came back.
The second girl was so tormented that she wished she had a heartache too.
After drinking a bowl of soup, Qiao Qiaoer was placed in the guest room to rest.
This quilt seems to be the same as the one in the guest room in the outer courtyard.
It seems they were purchased together.
Qiao Qiaoer hugged the quilt tightly, feeling that her whole body was limp, as if her backbone had been taken away.
Why?
Why would he do such a shameless thing?
Why?
Why was he unmoved?
Qiao Qiaoer stared at the fine stitching on the head of the quilt and the five blessing patterns on the quilt surface, and she couldn't figure it out no matter what.
My thoughts were wandering, and I remembered that a few years ago, I saw my father going to rest in my mother's house.
I was curious, so I pretended to be asleep to deceive the nanny, and then secretly ran under the window to eavesdrop.
She couldn't quite understand the various voices coming from inside, but she understood what her father said: "Mother Chan, you are my concubine.
Now you are raising my children well.
If my wife dies later, I won’t remarry, I will just straighten you out.”
My wife is older than my mother.
Soon after, the wife died.
Soon after, my mother corrected herself.
But Qiao Qiaoer always felt that something was wrong.
Maybe it’s because my wife refused to close her eyes no matter what before she died; maybe it’s because my mother quickly married off my wife’s eldest and second sisters; maybe it’s because my mother only paid attention to her elder brother and younger brother.
But she always said to herself, you can decide for yourself whether you want to marry someone from a similar family, or marry a higher person and become a noble concubine.
Therefore, when she met Ning Junwu, this handsome man whose mother was said to have been killed by his aunt, Qiao Qiaoer felt a magical attraction.
Perhaps, this was a compensation for Qiao Qiaoer's doubts about her mother, which she could hardly detect.
Qiao Qiaoer felt like she was standing on an isolated island with no one to talk to.
She couldn't say it either.
No matter how close her friends were, she couldn't imagine describing her actions.
Moreover, Qiao Qiaoer, who was huddled in the quilt, suddenly discovered sadly that she seemed to have no real close friends at all.
What then?
Maybe the decoction she drank had an effect, or maybe the quilt that had been rolled up finally gave out some warmth.
Qiao Qiaoer gradually recovered, propped up the bed with her hands, and slowly sat up.
"Qingmei," Qiao Qiaoer called, "comb your hair for me, let's go back."
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