Quan Qiao sped up, left the red roses behind, and went home.

But as soon as the car arrived at the gate of the Quan family villa and she saw the gate, she suddenly remembered the scene of Fu Yi returning home that time.

At that time, she was flirting and he was enduring. He obviously wanted it too, but he always tried hard to restrain himself.

Just thinking about it, I feel that he is so cute in my memory... I really want to continue flirting...

Quan Qiao realized this and raised his hand to slap his forehead hard.

Damn it!

What's she thinking? Is she asking for a beating?

When the four brothers heard the sound of the engine, they immediately came out of the villa.

Seeing that it was really Quan Qiao, the four of them walked over.

Quan Ran: "Xiao Qiao'er, where have you been these past three days? We've searched almost every corner of Yuncheng, and I've been so worried that I've been crying every night!"

Quan Mo: "Is it because of that scumbag Fu Yi? He hurt you so much, why are you still protecting him? Please, Xiao Qiao, allow us to go find him!"

Quan Huaian: "Let's not talk about this for now, it's good that you're back. Xiao Qiao'er, you must have been hungry these past three days. Come in and eat something."

Quan You didn't say anything, just stood by and watched silently.

Three days ago, he was the one who took Quan Qiao to the company.

But when I went to pick her up in the afternoon, the people in the company said she was not there.

At one point he blamed himself for not being attentive and careful enough.

Now that I see her back safely, all my worries and self-blame have disappeared.

Quan Qiao looked at the worried people and said indifferently:

"I'm fine now. Don't mention Fu Yi to me again! No one is allowed to interfere in this matter anymore!"

The four brothers looked at each other.

How deeply was Xiao Qiaoer hurt by Fu Yi that she would say such words?

Woo woo woo, I’m so heartbroken!

Why didn't Fu Yi hurt them? They would rather be hurt by Fu Yi than Xiao Qiao'er!

Quan Qiao walked into the villa.

Quan Huaian immediately brought out the chicken soup and millet porridge that he had cooked that morning.

He cooks two dishes every day, hoping that when Quan Qiao comes back, she can have hot meals at any time.

Quan Qiao sat at the table, picked up her chopsticks and prepared to eat.

But when she saw the chicken soup, the scene of Fu Yi personally making chicken soup for her suddenly appeared in her mind.

He was wearing an apron, looking so gentlemanly and elegant, and his every move was warm.

The chicken soup cooked by Fu Yi was particularly delicious, with a fragrance that she had never tasted before.

She drank some chicken soup made by Quan Huaian. Although it was good, it did not have the warming feeling to the heart and lungs.

And when I ate it, I felt cold, sour and uncomfortable in my heart.

Quan Qiao suffered a lot when he was a child and was often hungry.

As a result, she is not picky about food and will eat peacefully no matter when.

But today, she felt like chewing wax and had no appetite.

What's wrong with her?

Unable to eat anymore, Quan Qiao had to give up and go upstairs.

The four brothers looked at the almost untouched food with frowns on their faces.

Xiao Qiaoer is heartbroken... so heartbroken that she has no appetite...

What should I do?

Quan Mo: "Hold a family meeting immediately! Let's work together to find a solution!"

When Quan Qiao pushed open the door and entered the room, and saw the bed, she instantly recalled the scene of her and Fu Yi lying on the bed.

He is always so brave...

After each time, he would carefully wash her body and hold her in his arms.

Just thinking about it makes the air seem to be filled with pink bubbles.

What a pity...

There will never be a future, it will never be possible to sleep in the same bed with him again...

Quan Qiao felt a sharp dull pain in her heart, a dull pain she had never experienced before.

She pinched her brows, quickly walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and tried to wake herself up.

But damn...