hello cold husband

Chapter 694
The bible in English on the sofa cabinet behind him was also torn by the strong wind wantonly, brushing, brushing, brushing, page after page was quickly turned, and even a hole was broken in the strong wind.

It wasn't until Deng Jiaru and Qiao Qiao closed all the doors and windows tightly that the movement in the room stopped.

Then, the internal phone rang, and it was Yunmo calling. Deng Jiaru happened to be relatively close through the phone, so he answered the phone.

"Ah Mo said he was coming to pick you up." Deng Jiaru and Yun Mo said a few words, then looked at Qiao Qiao who had already sat back on the sofa, Qiao Qiao frowned and said, "Tell him to let him take good care of Sanbao. Aunt Zhou We are not in the old house, Sambo will cry if he wakes up, I will go back after the rain stops."

Deng Jiaru truthfully relayed what Qiao Qiao meant to the other side of the phone, then hung up the phone and came back to sit beside Qiao Qiao.

Although the doors and windows were closed, the rain outside the windows continued unabated.

Through the glass window, I can see the flowers and plants in front of the courtyard, which are thrown up and down by the wanton wind and heavy rain.

"It's the first time that it rains heavily this summer." Deng Jiaru returned to her previous composure.

Qiao Qiao nodded in agreement, her eyes fell on Deng Jiaru's hands on the sofa, she saw that she was gripping the corner of her clothes tightly, tightly, tightly.

And Deng Jiaru's face still had that calm smile.

The mask has been worn for a long time, although it has become a skin.

But it's the mask after all.

"Mom." Qiao Qiao continued intentionally, "I ran into Uncle Wu when I came here, and Uncle Wu said that Yun Qing was still standing motionless in front of the gate."

"That's his business." Deng Jiaru smirked, and there was a hint of sarcasm in this smile, which seemed calm. She clenched her hands on the corner of the clothes, but even harder, "It has nothing to do with me."

"He came here yesterday morning, and he has been waiting outside the gate without a drop of water?" Qiao Qiao said again on purpose, staring at Deng Jiaru's reaction intently.

"Really?" Deng Jiaru smiled faintly, "Why don't I know?"

"..." Qiao Qiao didn't answer, she frowned and looked at Deng Jiaru's pretending nonchalant appearance, feeling too much distress in her heart.

"I'll get you some more tea." Deng Jiaru stood up holding her teacup.

Qiao Qiao looked at the cheongsam made of high-quality satin on Deng Jiaru's body.

This retro robe fits Deng Jiaru very well, bringing out her elegance and nobility, she is a beauty from the old days.

But the corner of the clothes she pinched was already wrinkled like a wife's forehead.

It can be seen how nervous she was when Yun Qing was mentioned just now.

A few meters away, Qiao Qiao watched Deng Jiaru pour tea for her in front of the bar.

Seeing her mind drifting away, seeing her holding a teacup, the warm yellow tea overflowed to the edge of the cup, and the tea slowly trickled down along the rim of the cup and onto the glazed stone countertop.

Qiao Qiao pretended not to see it, picked up the English version of the Bible on the sofa cabinet, opened a page at random, but stared at Deng Jiaru a few meters away.

How easy it is to pour a cup of tea.

But Deng Jiaru knocked over the teacup and became flustered.

Finally, Qiao Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, let go of the Bible in her hand, walked to the bar, looked inside, and saw ceramic shards and tea all over the floor.

"Mom!" Qiao Qiao sighed distressedly, "If you can't let it go, then go and ask him to come in. If you continue to shower like this, he will definitely go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

"..." Deng Jiaru raised her head, her gloomy eyes fell on Qiao Qiao, meeting her eyes.

"He tortured you, and you tortured him." Qiaoqiao sighed helplessly, "Why bother?"

"..." Deng Jiaru frowned even tighter, Qiao Qiao rarely saw her so sad and restless.After all, that man still occupies a very important part of her life, so he can disturb her mind.

"Mom, I know that Yun Qing is not worthy of forgiveness. But you can't let him go, can you?"

"..." Deng Jiaru was noncommittal.

"It's really raining outside, and he hasn't closed his eyes for two days and one night, and hasn't eaten anything. It's up to you, Mom, whether you want to go out to meet him or not."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Qiao took an umbrella from Deng Jiaru, and when she walked to the door, she looked back at Deng Jiaru who was standing still. Although she was hesitant, Qiao Qiao knew that she would go to the gate to clear Yun Qing called back.

With a sigh, he opened the umbrella in his hand and quickly rushed into the sudden wind and rain.

When Qiao Qiao returned to the west building and reached the bedroom on the second floor, his body was already soaked.

Although she held an umbrella, she couldn't stop the wanton wind and rain at all.

When Yun Mo raised his head, he saw her dripping wet walking in from the door. Every step she took, water stains dripped all over the floor.

"Didn't you come back after the rain stopped?" Yun Mo immediately got up to meet her, frowned, took her arm and walked to the bathroom, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

"I'm afraid that if I stay with my mother, it will be even more embarrassing for her." Qiao Qiao took off her clothes by herself, and Yun Mo had already put the hot water on for her, "Hurry up and take a hot bath."

"You go out, I'll talk to you slowly after washing."

"Don't move." Yun Mo adjusted the hot water to a suitable temperature, which was hotter than usual, but not hot enough to burn her skin. He put his big palm on her head and rubbed the bubbles for her.

With her slow speed, she must catch a cold.

After a while, after helping her wash, Yun Mo wrapped her up in a large bath towel, and said in a commanding tone, "Wrap tightly."

"It's not winter." Qiao Qiao smiled contentedly, "It's not cold at all."

Yun Mo turned around, took another bath towel from the shelf, and wiped her wet hair.

When she put on her bathrobe and Yun Mo was about to listen to her explanation, she strung out of the bath towel in one swift motion.

When Yun Mo followed out, she was already standing in front of the French window, looking outside.

Both sides of the bedroom are surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, which are very transparent. The side where Qiao Qiao is standing can just see the gate of the old house.

But it was raining heavily, and at first glance it looked like a thick fog. Although we could see the direction of the gate, we couldn't see clearly.

"Don't you care about Yun Qing at all?" Yun Mo stood behind her and looked out, but still couldn't see anything clearly, "Why are you so anxious all of a sudden."

"He really isn't worth caring about." Qiao Qiao leaned on the glass window and looked out, "I care about my mother. I don't know if she will pick Yun Qing in right now."

The wind and rain were still wanton, gusts of wind, gusts of rain, and the rain continued. Qiao Qiao vaguely looked at the gate that was hazy with rain and mist, but there was no one there.

Could it be that Yun Qing was afraid and had already left to hide from the rain?

Just when Qiao Qiao was wondering, he suddenly saw a bright yellow flashing through the rain and fog.It was an umbrella swimming fast in the rain, and the figure under the umbrella was very similar to Deng Jiaru.

Qiao Qiao clenched her heart tightly, and said to Yun Mo behind her, "Mom still can't let him go."

(End of this chapter)