Chapter 73 You're a penniless pauper now
Chang Yi ran back to his study, turned on his computer, and hacked into the passenger lists of various airlines.
"Found it. It arrived in Los Angeles about two weeks ago."
"Brother, it's the day you woke up."
Xu Si'an gripped the edge of the desk tightly with his hands, his eyes reddening.
"Find out where she lives and book me a flight to Los Angeles for tomorrow."
Chang Yi's expression changed drastically: "Are you crazy? Your body is not capable of sitting on a plane for that long."
Xu Si'an wiped his eyes: "Ayi, Qiaoqiao has severe anxiety somatization. I can't wait any longer."
Chang Yi paused in typing, then said irritably, "Where have you been? Aren't you afraid to see her?"
"Now you're feeling tough? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to get it up?"
Xu Si'an is even more anxious than Qiao Xu now. He feels that he was suddenly awakened an hour ago because of Qiao Xu.
It's four in the morning, and dawn will break in less than two hours. Xu Si'an couldn't wait any longer: "Take me to the airport."
He went upstairs to change his clothes and then took his car keys from the drawer.
Chang Yi looked at him, who seemed determined to drive himself to the airport, and said, "Brother, can't you cherish this life that I dragged out of the sea with great difficulty?"
"Take whatever you want from what I own."
Chang Yi snatched the car keys from his hand: "You fucking have nothing, you're a penniless pauper, this house and car are mine."
Xu Si'an was speechless.
That's true.
All his assets have been transferred to Qiao Xu's name.
In the car, Xu Si'an hesitated whether to call Qiao Xu.
But he was worried that she was sleeping at this time.
"If you want to fight, then fight. Hesitation is not your style at all, Mr. Xu."
Xu Si'an pressed the number he knew by heart.
The phone rang until it stopped, but no one answered. He panicked: "Drive faster!"
Chang Yi glanced at the dashboard: "Why don't you just make it fly?"
They were speeding...
How much faster?
Chang Yi kept complaining: "You eat my food, live in my house, and even my wife's savings are used to pay for your medical expenses. How dare you say that?"
Xu Si'an: ······
"I'll give you everything I earn from now on, okay?"
Seriously, did you pass math this time?
Chang Yi rolled his eyes, looking disgusted: "You'd better be alive to earn it."
As soon as the car came to a stop, Xu Si'an hurriedly pushed open the car door and jumped out.
Chang Yi was so angry he jumped up and down: "I'm fucking your living father!"
That's how much he worries.
Qiao Xu didn't fall into a deep sleep until dawn, because the pain in her body and the intense tinnitus made her unable to hear the vibration of her phone on the bedside table.
The next day at noon, Qiao Xu was woken up by a knock on the door.
She grabbed a suit jacket and wrapped it around herself before leaving the bedroom. Through the peephole, she saw that the person who came in was Meng Zhe's former college roommate.
"Brother Chen Fan, what brings you here?"
Shen Fan was Meng Zhe's college roommate. During their senior year, his family moved to the United States.
"Los Angeles will be entering autumn soon, and the temperature will drop quickly. I'll bring you a new blanket."
Qiao Xu opened the door and invited him inside.
After all, he was her landlord and Meng Zhe's friend; it would be impolite to lock him out.
"I can buy it myself."
“Ah Zhe said you have no sense of direction, and I’m afraid you’ll get lost.”
Qiao Xu felt a little embarrassed and poured him a glass of water.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. I sometimes go to the supermarket to buy groceries and cook Chinese food myself."
Suddenly remembering that she was still wearing her pajamas, she said, "Brother Chenfan, please sit down."
Shen Fan stared at the haute couture suit jacket Qiao Xu was wearing.
Meng Zhe said that Qiao Xu came to Los Angeles because her boyfriend died in an accident.
The man had lived in Los Angeles for several years.
Qiao Xu came, which can be considered a way to relax.
But in Shen Fan's view, she came to see the shadow left by that person.
Qiao Xu changed into a pair of black wide-leg trousers and a white short-sleeved long-sleeved shirt, and her dark circles under her eyes were very heavy.
"You...didn't you sleep well?"
Qiao Xu forced a smile: "It's alright, maybe it's because of the changing seasons that I'm having some trouble falling asleep."
"How much is the quilt? I'll transfer the money to you."
Shen Fan pressed down on her phone: "I'm the landlord. Why are you being so polite with the landlord?"
"One thing at a time, the landlord doesn't provide bedding either."
Qiao Xu transferred 500 yuan to him: "Thank you, Brother Shen Fan."
Chen Fan had no choice but to accept it.
"Xiao Qiao, have you had lunch yet? I wonder if I could have the honor of treating you to a meal?"
Qiao Xu was conflicted, especially since Cherry kept biting her trouser leg.
However, Shen Fan is Meng Zhe's friend and also her landlord. Logically and emotionally, she should treat Shen Fan to a meal.
"Let me treat you to dinner, thank you for renting my house."
Shen Fan laughed out loud: "You really are quite different from what Meng Zhe said. I'll let you treat me next time. There's no precedent in my family for letting a girl treat you to a meal."
As he was about to leave, Shen Fan turned back and said, "Unless it's my wife, who manages the money, then she has to treat me to dinner."
Qiao Xu was stunned for a moment.
It's not that she couldn't understand the implied meaning.
Xu Si'an arrived a step too late; his car even brushed past the car Qiao Xu was in.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Qiao Xu suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her face paled even more.
"Xiao Qiao, what's wrong? Are you carsick?"
Qiao Xu pressed her chest and shook her head: "I'm fine, I'm probably just a little carsick."
Shen Fan took a lemon-flavored mint from the drawer: "Then have a candy to relieve the discomfort."
Following the address he had found, Xu Si'an took the elevator to the floor where Qiao Xu lived.
The door was a white French-style carved door, secured with a key lock, not a combination lock.
Xu Si'an knocked on the door.
He dared not shout, for fear that he might have dialed the wrong number, or that his subordinates might have misread it.
What I feared even more was that my sudden appearance would frighten her.
After Chang Yi parked the car and got in, he saw the man who had been so excited just moments before had his head down, and his back looked rather pitiful.
He couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"What? You're not going to knock?"
"I knocked, but no one answered the door." Xu Si'an's dark eyes were somewhat cloudy, and his thin face revealed helplessness and despair.
Chang Yi truly felt sorry for him, having barely survived.
"Maybe he went out."
"Brother, let's go to the hotel and get some sleep first, then come back tonight. She'll definitely be there."
Xu Si'an seemed determined to throw a childish tantrum, squatting down and leaning against the corner: "I'll wait here."
Chang Yi retorted irritably, "A person who has been dead for a hundred days should be performing some rituals, but she's alive now. Do you want to scare her to death? Perform rituals for her?"
"Let me handle it for both of you, and build one coffin. It'll save you trouble and money."
Chang Yi's threat was like an ice blade piercing Xu Si'an's heart.
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