She found a set of sportswear to put on, and tied her hair with a rubber band, after that, Qiao An heard footsteps, getting farther and farther away, Gu Zhiheng left home.
Joan dared to come out of the bedroom, and after a simple wash, she changed her shoes and went for a run outside.
A week passed like this, this week, Joan was losing weight like crazy, if in the past, in order to take care of her body, she only exercised, and did not diet.
This week, her exercise has doubled, her food has decreased by two-thirds, she doesn't have any oil and meat, and even the green vegetables, she must put them in clean water and wash them a few times.
When eating, Gu Zhiheng saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.
No matter what food he put on her, she wouldn't eat it, and occasionally, she would say, I'm losing weight.
Gu Zhiheng was afraid that if she continued like this, her body would collapse, but seeing that she would still eat fruits, he felt that his worries were unnecessary.
It's Sunday again, and on this day, after Joan has coded the words in the study, she saves the chapter in the author's background and sets the time for automatic publishing.
As soon as it was set, the penguins were beating wildly in the lower direction of the computer screen.
It was a message from Qiao Yan, talking about irrelevant trivial matters, and saying that Qingcheng had cooled down, reminding her to wear more clothes.
Qiao An sat in front of the computer, chatting with Qiao Yan, thinking about how to give the scarf she had knitted to Gu Zhiheng.
It wasn't until an hour and a half later that Qiao An turned off the computer, it was already eleven o'clock, and there was only one hour before Gu Zhiheng was about to come back.
Joan went to the kitchen, took the chicken out of the fridge, washed the shiitake mushrooms, and found some dried small fish and washed them in a bowl.
Qiao An bent down and took out half of the sour radish she had made in the jar on the ground and cut it into shreds, this is a dish prepared for Gu Zhiheng.
As for her, she still plans to eat choy sum.
After the meal was ready, it was almost twelve o'clock.
Qiao An took the dishes out of the kitchen, put them on the dining table, and went to serve the rice again, she served a big bowl of rice to Gu Zhiheng, and her own small bowl, there was still two-thirds of the blank space left.
After setting up the rice bowl and chopsticks, Qiao An sat on the chair and held her cheeks, waiting for Gu Zhiheng to come back.
At twelve o'clock, Gu Zhiheng came back.
Qiao An took her eyes off the wall next to the dining table and turned to the doorway, and at a glance, she saw Gu Zhiheng.
He was dressed in a military uniform, heroic, iron-blooded and ruthless.
"I'm back, let's go wash my hands."
As usual, Joan took the initiative to speak.
I wanted to say something more, but when I saw the person behind Gu Zhiheng, Qiao An was speechless.
Behind Gu Zhiheng stood Shen Subai, she was wearing a pure white winter dress, revealing her slender and fair legs, wearing a pair of black boots on her feet, and her long straight hair was scattered and hanging down on her slender waist.
She looks delicate, the kind of delicate beauty that will make people feel pity and want to protect her.
Joan pouted, what is she here for?
She didn't welcome Shen Subai at all.
She silently lowered her eyes, stared at the slippers on her feet, and pretended not to care at all, only she knew how much she cared, she even wanted to drive Shen Subai out.
In Qiao An's opinion, Shen Subai is the kind of person who hides needles in his cotton.
"Brother Heng, you live here, the house is a bit small."
Shen Su Baijiao entered the house with a smile and looked around, she seemed to see Qiao An at this time, and said, "Qiao An, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”