The phone was disconnected quickly.
In less than three seconds, her cell phone rang again.
Just when Qiao Yuanfei was about to turn off the phone, she found that the caller ID flashing on the screen was Fan Yu.
She hesitated for a few seconds before picking up the phone.
"Where are you? I have a meeting in a while, it's going to be a bit long, and no one is bringing Xiao Liuliu..." Fan Yu's indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, and he only spoke halfway, as if he sensed that her mood was not right , changed the topic.
"Have you ever cried?"
"..." Qiao Yuanfei's heart skipped a beat.
Unexpectedly, she didn't say a word, just sniffed, and Fan Yu heard it.
I was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing how to answer.
"Where are you now?" Fan Yu's volume did not change, but his tone became tougher.
"At home." Qiao Yuanfei replied in a low voice, just as she was about to say that she was fine, Fan Yu had already hung up the phone.
She lowered her eyes, staring at the photo in her hand.
After thinking about it, he edited a text message to Fan Yu.
Tell him that he is fine, and I will go to the company to help him take care of Xiao Liuliu in a while.
Seeing that the message was sent successfully, she put the phone back in her pocket, turned around and began to pack her luggage.
She beat Qiao Yuanxi today, no matter how injured Qiao Yuanxi was, Xie Yun would never let her go.
Staying at Qiao's house will only give people the opportunity to continue humiliating her.
Qiao Yuanfei didn't bring anything, only a few clothes and some important documents, and finally took the broken family photo in her hand, and walked out with the suitcase.
When passing by the living room, the servants in the villa all looked at her.
No one dared to speak.
Some sympathized with her, some watched the show, and some thought she deserved it...
Qiao Yuanfei's eyes swept across everyone's faces, hiding all emotions in her eyes.
Holding the photo tightly in his hand, he walked out of Qiao's house.
Just as she was about to hail a car at the side of the road, a luxurious sports car stopped in front of her.
Qiao Yuanfei paused and raised her head.
Under the sun, the glass of the car window came down, revealing Fan Yu's gentle and handsome face in the driver's seat.
He was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and he wore black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. His gentle eyes could not be seen, which made the breath around him inexplicably colder than usual.
Qiao Yuanfei didn't expect him to come to Qiao's house, and he came so quickly.
She was stunned by the side of the street, but the hand that was holding the handle of the suitcase tightened silently.
Fan Yu reached out to take off his sunglasses, and in the next second, he looked at the box at her feet, and the uncomfortable expression on her face...
Like a poor little guy kicked out of the house.
There was a slight choke in his chest.
Open the car door and get out of the car, and walk up to her.
He didn't ask anything, just took the suitcase from her, put it in the car, opened the door for her, and let her get in.
The car left Qiao's villa very quickly.
Except when Qiao Yuanfei reported the address of a hotel when she first got into the car, she kept her head down for the rest of the time without saying a word.
When the car stopped, she realized that the place Fan Yu sent her to was not the hotel she wanted to go to, but his villa.
Qiao Yuanfei looked at him in astonishment, but Fan Yu looked at the photo in her hand.
Meeting her gaze, he slightly opened his lips.
"Give me the photo. I know a master who restores old photos. He can help you restore the photo to the original."
"..."
The tip of Qiao Yuanfei's nose was sour, and the emotion that had just been relieved seemed to come back to her heart in an instant.