Gu Zhiheng glanced at her: "No, I'll eat."
As he spoke, he took the chopsticks from her hand and brought the bowl over.
Qiao An was stunned, she looked at Gu Zhiheng stupidly and drank the chicken soup she had drunk, I don't know why?
There's still a little sweetness in her heart.
She held her cheeks, supported the weight of her head with her elbows, and tilted her head to look at Gu Zhiheng.
"Gu Zhiheng," Qiao An shouted, she suddenly wanted to talk to him: "You look a bit like my dad, my dad is the one with the least status in my family, he keeps saying that he is the trash can at home, and we give him what we don't eat and can't finish eating, so he is white and fat, like a turnip." ” After talking for a while, Qiao An's tone was very distressed: "I was just fed fat by him, you don't know how bad my dad and my mom are, when I was young, they desperately let me and Xiaoyan eat, and they raised me to be fat, and they also went around telling people that I was thin." ” Perhaps most parents are like this, always hoping that their children will eat more, eat more, and eat as much as possible.
Gu Zhiheng had never heard Qiao An talk about her family, and he didn't ask, only that her parents were both gold medal chefs at the Binhai Hotel and were very famous in Binhai.
Even, her parents, he only met once.
It was the day before the two got married, and her parents did not approve of her marrying him, but finally compromised and gave him the household registration book.
Later, when he went to the shore to find them on vacation, they didn't see him, but they only asked him to bring him a sentence, and they didn't think she was a daughter.
In Gu Zhiheng's opinion, Qiao An was wronged by marrying him, he didn't have time to accompany her, he didn't give her a wedding, and let her leave her family to stay in Qingcheng.
"Joan, let's go to the beach in two days."
Gu Zhiheng's eyes burned.
Joan shook her head: "Forget it, I understand my dad's temper." ” Her father didn't like her to find a boyfriend, and even said that he would support her for the rest of his life and not allow her to marry.
As for her, she forced Gu Zhiheng to marry her with a dead face, and what she did broke her parents' hearts and made them lose face.
"Why not?"
Gu Zhiheng was puzzled: "You don't want them?"
” "Well, not going back."
Qiao An was sullen, she lowered her head, she had to wait until she lost weight and divorced before returning to Binhai, and after returning to Binhai, she would never come to Qingcheng again.
What happens to Gu Zhiheng in the future has nothing to do with her, Qiao An told herself.
When she looked up, she had already returned to normal, and she smiled at Gu Zhiheng: "I'll go back to the room first, I have to call Ning Ning, so as not to worry her." ” Joan went back to the bedroom and locked the door.
She took out her mobile phone from her bag and sent a message to Bai Ning, Qiao An looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.
The computer is still with Bai Ning, so even if she still has a little manuscript in storage, she can't post it, and Qiao An can think of the scene she will see when she lands in the author's background tomorrow.
Her readers must have been resentful of her.
Soon, Joan thought that her eldest aunt was here, and she should give herself a holiday today.
She threw her mobile phone on the bed, and saw that the mobile phone rang, Qiao An thought that Bai Ning had replied to the message, she quickly picked up the mobile phone and saw that it was a message, but it was not sent by Bai Ning, it was an unfamiliar number, and the address was unknown.
The message is not long, just one sentence.
Joan, you conscienceless, don't you love me anymore?