obsessed with love

Chapter 132 Not Sympathy
Jiang Hao looked at Du Ruo's pale face because of heartache, and his heart became more and more heavy. Finally, he just stuffed the food box into Du Ruo's hand, and said weakly, "I just don't want you to go back hungry. , It’s just a bowl of small wontons, you don’t need to talk so much about it, just take it, don’t always be so self-willed!”

"I don't want..." She returned the food box.

Jiang Hao was also stubborn, so he stuffed it in again, the two of them pushed and shoved, the bag Du Ruo was carrying fell to the ground, and a few steamed buns rolled out, she quickly knelt down to pick them up...

At that moment, the phone in Jiang Hao's pocket rang, and when he picked it up, it was his father-in-law Xu Fenglin who commanded in a chilly tone: "Xiaoya is with me, come and pick her up!"

With a snap, I hung up the phone in one sentence!
Jiang Hao stood there dryly, watching Du Ruo stuff the steamed buns into the bag one by one, but he couldn't do anything, he could only say in pain: "If you don't like small wontons, just buy something else yourself, I'll go first I'm done. I'll call you another day..."

Du Ruo still buried his head on the ground and said nothing.

Seeing that she had no intention of answering at all, Jiang Hao sighed, then turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Du Ruo took a deep breath in his heart, forced the grievance and sorrow, tied the bag of steamed buns tightly again, and continued to stand in the wind and wait for the bus.

The open-air parking lot of the hospital was on the side of Du Ruo. Qiao Anming sat in the car, watching her and Jiang Hao pushing the wontons, watching her squatting on the ground to pick up things, and watching Jiang Hao turn around and drive away.

In the end, she was the only one left, still standing straight in the wind, holding the bag with both hands with some difficulty, but soon, she turned her head away, facing Qiao Anming's direction, and the next second, she was free. One hand, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth... that posture, is crying...

This is not the first time Qiao Anming has seen her cry. In just a few months, he has seen her cry many times on different occasions. The first time was in his villa in the suburbs. She shed tears all over the place, and another time in the company's conference room, Jiang Hao's mother went to talk to her, and she was crying on the conference table alone for the last time...

But never a single tear could shake his heart like this one!

She stood alone at the intersection like that, the wind blowing straight over her hair, but she didn't care about it at all, but she was struggling to carry the bag with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other hand, her eyes were soaked with tears, The crystal eyes look like a piece of shimmering shattered glass...

It was the first time for Qiao Anming to deeply understand his feelings. It was not ordinary sympathy, but heartache!

A black Bentley was driving towards her. Du Ruo recognized the license plate, it was the car that took her back to the city just now, so she hurriedly wiped away her tears, ran over and knocked on the window, wanting to say hello to the driver Xiao Zhang.

"Master, you haven't left yet?"

The car window was down, but behind him was Qiao Anming's face with cold eyes.

Du Ruo was startled, his half-open mouth froze there, only his breath remained...

"Get in the car!" Qiao Anming said in a commanding tone, and put his hand on the steering wheel, not looking at her anymore.

Du Ruo stood outside in a daze for a few seconds, and finally opened the rear door and sat in. Unexpectedly, Qiao Boss said again: "Sit in the co-pilot seat, and you sit in the back and treat me as the driver?"

Du Ruo was taken aback again, slandering this uncle in her heart was really troublesome, but he was so imposing, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and then open the door and move to him, because she was carrying too many and heavy things, so she put that one When the big bag was placed at my feet, I was a little out of breath.

(End of this chapter)