No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Each of the bright red roses was so delicate and charming that they were crowded in Chen Jin's arms, completely covering her face.

Qiao Mengyu hurriedly got up to help, and together with Chen Jin, put a large bouquet of roses on the coffee table in the living room.

Qiao Mengyu's father and daughter's villa is not big, and the furniture is made according to the size of the house. The tea table, which is less than one meter wide, is almost occupied by the entire bouquet.

Chen Jin smiled ambiguously at Qiao Mengyu, and joked with great interest: "Such a large bouquet of roses was sent by Mr. Shao, right?"

Qiao Mengyu blushed when she was teased, her heart was full of joy but her mouth was stiff: "How could he have such thoughts."

"Hey, there are cards on it." Chen Jin pointed to the middle of the bouquet.

Qiao Mengyu also saw it, and Shao Rongqian's powerful handwriting unconsciously appeared in her mind. She bent down and stretched her arms, and then pulled the card out of the flower heart.

Holding it in front of my eyes, there is no strong handwriting, only a crooked line: Xiaoyu, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!Tang Chuan.

My heart, which was still throbbing, immediately cooled down when I saw the word 'Tang Chuan', and even the delicate and charming rose felt an eyesore.

"Who sent it?" Chen Jin was still curious.

Qiao Mengyu threw the card on the flowers, turned around and walked upstairs, saying, "I lost the flowers."

A second later, she was afraid that Qiao Lulu would kill her and accuse her of seducing her brother-in-law.

She was not in the mood to deal with those boring ethical issues with them.

Qiao Mengyu went upstairs, and Chen Jin picked up the card suspiciously and glanced at it. When he saw the word "Tang Chuan", his face was clear, no wonder he was angry, but, such a big bouquet of roses, at least there are hundreds of them , it's a pity to lose it like this.

Just as he was thinking, the doorbell rang, but the door wasn't closed at all, and the other party just rang the doorbell out of politeness.

Chen Jin looked back, and saw Tang Chuan walking in with a white sweater, smiling: "Where's Xiaoyu? I haven't been able to find her recently, so I should be back for the holidays."

Chen Jin is good at cooking and doing housework, but she is not good at perfunctory promises. She knows that Qiao Mengyu doesn't want to see Tang Chuan, but she can't think of any good excuses for a while, so she just freezes there with embarrassment.

"Why, she's not at home?" Tang Chuan was puzzled.

He knew that Qiao Mengyu would go home every Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chen Jin hesitated: "Mr. Qiao is in the study."

"I didn't ask Uncle Qiao, where is Xiaoyu? In her room? I'll go find her myself!" Tang Chuan felt that talking to Chen Jin was difficult, so he walked upstairs on his own.

Chen Jin wanted to stop him, but he couldn't catch up with Tang Chuan. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the door of Qiao Mengyu's bedroom.

I don't know if he was disappointed because the flowers were not sent by Shao Rongqian, Tang Chuan's entanglement this time annoyed Qiao Mengyu more than any other time, so much so that when he opened the bedroom door, he didn't even smile.

"I knew you were at home. How about it? Do you still like flowers?" Tang Chuan was used to having a hot face and a cold butt.

With a straight face, Qiao Mengyu walked downstairs and replied angrily, "I don't like it, you can take it away."

"Then I'll send someone to send you what kind of flowers you like." Tang Chuan chased after her like a little fanboy.

Qiao Mengyu stopped, stood in the middle of the stairs, and stared at Tang Chuan angrily: "As long as it is given by you, I don't like it, brother-in-law!"

The word brother-in-law was bitten heavily, and he deliberately reminded Tang Chuan of his identity.

"I haven't even touched Qiao Lulu's hands. What kind of brother-in-law of yours, Xiaoyu, I really like you. I will divorce you sooner or later." Tang Chuan was clichéd again.

Qiao Mengyu was extremely annoyed: "I don't like you, do you understand what it means, whether you get married or not, we have no chance, OK?!"

While talking, Qiao Mengyu had already walked downstairs quickly and walked to the sofa: "Sister Chen, see off the guests."

Tang Chuan stuck behind Qiao Mengyu like a follower: "Xiaoyu, what exactly do you want me to do? Divorce Qiao Lulu now?"

The words have been told to him clearly and plainly, and after saying it more than once, Qiao Mengyu feels his head hurts.

"Young Master Tang, let me say this one last time. Whoever you marry and divorce has nothing to do with me. I don't like you." Qiao Mengyu emphasized word by word.

But Tang Chuan confidently got the truth: "I know, I broke our marriage contract, I am sorry for you, you should be angry, but Xiaoyu, I have been suffering a lot these days, and I can't find you when I look for it." ... If you really refuse to forgive me, then, then I will divorce Qiao Lulu today!"

As he spoke, Tang Chuan really walked away aggressively, leaving only Qiao Mengyu and Chen Jin stunned.

Chen Jin was a little scared, and asked Qiao Mengyu, "He won't really divorce Qiao Lulu, will he?"

After all, Tang Chuan's ignorance made a scene, and it was their side who suffered.

Qiao Mengyu had a troubled expression on her face. She felt that Tang Chuan was trying to trick her on purpose. After making such a fuss during the festival, she obviously felt that Qiao Lulu didn't count on her for several days, and he insisted on adding more firewood.

"Throw away this broken flower quickly." Qiao Mengyu looked upset.

Chen Jin thought it was a pity at first, but now it was as if the cable was pulling, holding a large bouquet of roses in his arms, and walked resolutely towards the door.

Qiao Mengyu sat back on the sofa weakly, staring at the quiet phone screen in a daze for five days. Shao Rongqian never even sent her a message, let alone the phone, as if the world had evaporated.

Doesn't he know that tomorrow is a holiday?
Is it because I am in Australia, I forgot the festival and also forgot her.

The phone was turned off and on, but there was still no movement. Looking at the empty coffee table again, Qiao Mengyu felt as if a little claw was scratching her heart.

She wanted to go to Australia to find Shao Rongqian.

Once an idea sprouts, it is like a seed sprouting, taking root in my heart and growing until it is full of fruit.

She thought that after getting the dragon saliva beads, she could spend many more Mid-Autumn Festivals with Lao Qiao in the future, but with Shao Rongqian, maybe there was only one Mid-Autumn Festival to celebrate.

She knew it subconsciously, and also understood the consequences of deceiving Shao Rongqian.

The more this is the case, the more the longing is like wild weeds, which flustered the restless heart.

The passport had been pressed in the drawer for a long time, she dug it out, brought some necessities, said goodbye to Old Qiao, and went to Beijing Airport with a small suitcase.

It takes more than ten hours to fly from Beijing to Sydney, and it was already early the next morning when we arrived, just as the sun was rising and it was also the Mid-Autumn Festival in the lunar calendar.

Qiao Mengyu came to Australia for the first time. She checked the weather in advance, but when she came out of the terminal, it was obviously much colder than she expected. The comfortable white jeans and white T were not enough to keep out the cold.

But thinking about seeing Shao Rongqian, the exhaustion from the more than ten hours of flying disappeared in an instant, and even the cold didn't feel so hard, and he walked towards the bus stop in a beautiful mood.

She had contacted Xi Yu in advance, and knowing that Shao Rongqian was coordinating matters at the port, she specifically asked the understanding Assistant Xi not to tell Shao Rongqian about her visit, she wanted to surprise him.

You can go straight to the pier by taxi from the airport, but Qiao Mengyu ignored it. A beautiful girl always encounters more accidents. Even if she speaks English fluently, there are always people with ulterior motives who pretend to be unable to understand the language.

The taxi driver was a Caucasian man in his 30s. He was dressed in colorful clothes. He behaved well at first, but when the car drove a certain distance, he became dishonest.

Chapter 108 was blocked because of ambiguity, you can refresh it tomorrow, it is a little bit, you know