First Lady

Misha gnawed her fingernails guiltily, her heart was beating violently, knowing that she would not be heard, but she was still so nervous.

I always felt like I was about to be discovered, and I was afraid that Chu Qiao would pull her out from under the bed in the next second.

Chu Qiao has been suffering from insomnia lately, even if he is asleep, his dream is full of the figure of Misha, constantly pressing him down.

His spirit is getting worse and worse. He even went to see a psychiatrist in the past few days, but the effect was not great. He needs a doctor for his heart disease. This is not for nothing.

Chu Qiao threw the stale ingredients in the kitchen into the trash can, doing everything very mechanically. [

He suddenly remembered that the sun was good today, and the sheets and bedding in Misha's room seemed to be drying out.

Chu Qiao walked into Misha's bedroom slowly with flimsy steps.

Seeing the two big feet stopped not far away, Misha's heart almost jumped out, she held her breath, and covered her mouth with one hand, she was so frightened that she almost fainted.

Chu Qiao didn't notice anything wrong at first, but after a while, his body, which has been trained strictly, is very sensitive to smell, hearing, and other senses. He always felt that there was something wrong with the breath in this room, as if... Not just his own breathing.

Chu Qiao's heart skipped a beat, could it be that Mi Sha has returned?

He hurriedly turned around and looked around the room carefully. He didn't see anyone. He opened the closet, shoe cabinet, changing room in the room, and searched all the corners where people could hide, but he still couldn't find it.

Chu Qiao sat on the bed decadently, and murmured in a low voice: "I must be thinking too much, why...she might come back, she must go as far as she can, and never want to see me in her life...she is so annoying I……"

Although Chu Qiao's voice was not loud, but because the two were too close, Misha could hear his words clearly.

Mi Sha bit her lip, feeling more and more sorry for Chu Qiao.

She really wanted to tell Chu Qiao that she hated him before, but now she doesn't hate him, but now... she's afraid to see him...

But if you want to talk about what you are afraid of, Misha can't say...

Are you afraid of being responsible, or are you afraid of being held accountable?

Or... She didn't know what kind of attitude she should have to face Chu Qiao, and she didn't know how to speak to him.

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