"So, Miss Qiao, does your husband know about this?" The reason why Xu Xu asked her was not because she was curious and wanted to know, but because Qiao Ran, a pregnant girl, fainted in front of the grave on the mountain. This kind of thing is really strange, and Xu Xu is just concerned.
However, after Qiao Ran heard Xu Xu's words, he was confused for a moment. For some reason, he remembered the dream he had had. In the dream, he was wearing a red wedding dress, and finally he was covered in red blood...
Qiao Ran lowered his head again, looked at his flat belly, and said softly: "I don't have a husband. I only have one person."
Qiao Ran didn't explain anything else, but Xu Xu probably understood what she meant and didn't ask any more questions. He nodded and said, "Then go back first and sit in the room."
Xu Xu then added, "I'll make some medicine for you."
Qiao Ran didn't want to trouble Xu Xu, but she also knew that she was too weak at this moment. She couldn't do anything except say thank you to Xu Xu.
Xu Xu put down what he was doing and got up to go to the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Ran also followed.
Xu Xu was stunned for a moment and asked her, "Why don't you go back to the house?"
"I... can't sleep, what can I do for you?" Qiao Ran really didn't want to go back to the house and be bored. She opened and closed her eyes now and saw the scene of Qing Ye dying beside her, and her heart was heavy and painful. , she really couldn't calm down, she would rather sit here and find someone to talk to her than panic by herself.
Xu Xu probably felt that she was a little depressed, so he had to give her a small basket of flowers and let her sit on a bamboo chair to pick them.
Qiao Ran listened to her words and started picking the flower basket, while Xu Xu moved a short stool, holding his lower abdomen gently with one hand, and pouring the medicine stove with the other hand.
Qiao Ran looked at her. Although his voice was hoarse, he still found a topic to chat with Xu Xu, "Miss Xu Xu, what do you do?"
When she saw that Xu Xu's courtyard was full of flowers planted and sunbathing, she felt it was very poetic.
Xu Xu answered her without thinking much, "Sell some flower cakes and tea."
When saying this, Xu Xu's beautiful fingers clenched gently.
Qiao Ran looked at Xu Xu's beautiful fingers holding something and couldn't help but said, "Miss Xu Xu writes beautifully, doesn't she?"
Xu Xu was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned to look at Qiao Ran, probably because he didn't know how Qiao Ran could tell that she could write well.
When Qiao Ran saw her expression, he knew that he was right. He couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "It seems I was right."
Xu Xu still couldn't help but ask: "Miss Qiao...how can you tell?"
"I know someone who has very nice hands. No matter what he holds in his hands, his posture is very nice, so I..." When Qiao Ran realized that he said this with a slight smile on his lips, the words had already been spoken. She slowly suppressed her smile and said no more.
And Xu Xu did not embarrass her, and slowly changed the subject to her, "Where is Miss Qiao?"
"I..." Qiao Ran suddenly lowered his head, shook his head and smiled with a bit of self-deprecation, "I am just an actor..."
Xu Xu told her very gently and seriously, "Miss Qiao, you don't have to belittle yourself. I really, really like listening to the opera, and I admire you very much."
(End of chapter)