Along the way, she remained silent and showed no expression.
When she was almost home, she asked the driver to stop at the intersection and got out of the car.
After the Yin family's car left, she walked to the chair next to her and sat down. She took out her mobile phone and looked at it intently for a while. Then she finally couldn't help but dial Lu Yichen's number.
In fact, she didn't know what she was calling him for.
In the past, she would think of a topic before calling him, so as not to make the atmosphere awkward if she had nothing to say.
But now, her mind was in a mess, and she had no idea what to say to him.
Just... I want to hear his voice.
As soon as the call was dialed, Han Qiqing became nervous and her mind became confused. She was thinking about what she should say to him after he answered the call.
The next second, a female voice came from the mobile phone and said, "The number you dialed has been turned off. Please call again later..."
Han Qiqing's expression paused.
He... turned off his phone.
It happened to be turned off at this time.
My mind, which was originally running wildly, thinking about what topics to talk to him about, suddenly seemed to be stuck, and then went blank in an instant.
An indescribable loss spread in my heart.
Above her head, the yellowed dead leaves were blown down by the wind and fell leisurely on her side and shoulders, making her face even paler at the moment.
A black Bentley parked silently in front of her.
"Qingqing?"
Han Qiqing was brought back to her senses by a cold voice. The night wind blew on her face, giving her a chill. She subconsciously wiped her face and realized that she had cried at some point.
His face was stained with tears and a little sticky. She quickly wiped away the traces with her hands, fearing that others would see her.
However, it was obvious that the person who had just called her had seen it and asked in a cold voice, "What's going on?"
Han Qiqing raised her head, looked in through the lowered car window, forced a smile, and said, "Brother, are you off work?"
The man frowned, opened the door and got out of the car, walked up to her and stared at her.
Han Qiqing lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes, fearing that she had just cried and her eyes were red, which was completely unintentional.
The next second, a suit jacket was draped on her body, still carrying a warm body temperature.
Han Qiqing shook and realized that her hands were cold.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting here or crying.
I thought he would blame her, why didn't she wear a coat when it was so cold at night, why did she run out to enjoy the breeze, why did she sit here instead of going home
However, this is just her own imagination. The person in front of her is her brother Bingshan. How could he talk so much? If he talks so much, he is not Bingshan.
Sure enough, he didn't say anything, he just pulled her and put her into the car.
"Why are you crying?" He asked straight to the point in a cold voice, without any buffering period.
Han Qiqing shook her head and smiled, "No, it's really nothing, just some small things. Brother, you got off work early today. Don't you have to work overtime today?"
"Yeah." His answer was still so brief.
Han Qiqing pursed her lips. Sometimes she really felt that her father was right. When her mother gave birth to them, she must have left all her cheerfulness to her. That's why he was so cold, always expressionless and reluctant to speak. gold.
"Have you eaten yet?" she asked, since she didn't expect her brother Bingshan to take the initiative to speak.
(End of chapter)