Even though Quan Zhenguo came back, Mu Jingya was still talking about some family matters, and Quan Zhenguo gradually became impatient.

In the daily grind of life, that warmth gradually disappeared until it was completely gone.

The sleeping Quan Qiao had her brows furrowed tightly, looking very uneasy.

The dream did not end yet, it turned into heavy snow.

In the snow and ice, Mu Jingya walked to the hospital alone, wearing thin clothes and carrying a big belly.

There was no one to accompany her, no one to support her, and she was carrying heavy baby supplies in her other hand.

Moreover, she was wearing too little, and her nose and hands were red from the cold, but one hand was still trying hard to protect her stomach.

She walked into the hospital with such difficulty, went through the procedures alone with difficulty, and lay down in the delivery room with difficulty.

It's a pity that she went in and never came out...

The baby's crying sound permeated the entire dream.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier...

The thin corpse became stiffer and colder.

Quan Qiao was sleeping soundly, his palms clenched tighter and tighter, and big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

No one knows why she chose the pseudonym Mucha.

Wood, Tong Mu.

Summer is the middle of summer.

How she wished her mother had given birth to her in the summer.

If it were summer, would my mother not be so cold, would she not die...

A tear rolled down from her tightly closed eyes, slid into her ear and disappeared.

Quan Mo had just delivered some refreshing refreshments to Quan Jinrou and another to Quan Qiao.

He pushed the door open and saw Quan Qiao lying on the sofa.

His body was curled up, his small hands were clenched into fists, and his brows were furrowed.

She used to be so cool and beautiful, but now she showed obvious fragility.

And there are obvious tear marks under the corners of the eyes.

The warm midday sun shone on her, but it seemed unable to warm her at all.

Quan Mo frowned and walked in lightly.

Quan Qiao, who was still in a nightmare, suddenly sat up.

A pair of cold eyes opened, with mist clearly visible in them, but they were bloodshot and stared at him vigilantly.

Quan Mo comforted: "Xiao Qiao, it's me."

Quan Qiao's vigilance gradually dissipated.

She quickly suppressed any inappropriate emotions and asked indifferently:

"Why are you here?"

"It's easy to feel sleepy in the afternoon, so I'll bring you some refreshments to keep you awake."

As Quan Mo spoke, he placed the refreshments on the small sofa.

"Thank you."

Quan Qiao's voice was very indifferent, and he stood up and prepared to leave.

Quan Mo asked with concern: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Quan Qiao: “No.”

She was about to go into the bathroom and wash her face.

Quan Mo reached out and grabbed her wrist.

At that moment, his brows furrowed instantly.

Quan Qiao's wrist was so cold, so thin and icy, without any warmth at all.

He couldn't help but say, "Xiao Qiao, you don't have to be so unfamiliar, and don't always confine yourself.

Jinrou does have a bad personality, but every time she has a nightmare, she at least tells us about it, giving us the opportunity to comfort her.

If you keep holding it in, you'll ruin your body."

Quan Qiao: "I'm really fine, you go ahead and do your work."

She broke free from Quan Mo's hand and walked into the bathroom.

Quan Mo looked at the closed door, feeling a pang of heartache.

She is always like this, never telling anyone anything.

He was very worried. What kind of nightmare could make her look so bad?

He was really worried, so after thinking about it, he walked out of the office, took out his cell phone and called Fu Yi.

The call was connected quickly.

Quan Mo got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Fu, please take some time this afternoon to come and see Xiao Qiao."

Fu Yi was looking at Qiao's design drawings in the office. When he heard this, his brows furrowed.

"What happened to her?"

Quan Mo turned his head and glanced towards the office, and whispered:

“I don’t know, I just saw her crying.

She has always been distant from us and unwilling to talk much. She only becomes optimistic when she is around you.

So, I can only trouble you to come to the company to see her."

Fu Yi's usually calm face was now filled with obvious worry.

cry?

A girl like Quan Qiao can also cry?

"Okay, I'll go right away."

After he hung up the phone, he strode out.