It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 484

It wasn't until she was waiting at the airport that she realized later that she should have sent him a message, and then she sent it.

She never thought that Shen Zheyi would have such a big reaction.

Thinking about the dozens of missed calls she saw just now, she suddenly thought of a man with his head lowered and constantly pressing his phone.

Over and over again, hung up and dialed again.

She was silent, but Shen Zheyi continued to speak, "Are you staying in a hotel?"

Qiao Yue said honestly, "I have a house here."

He also paused, and then said, "At the airport now?"

"Ah."

"Send me the address when you arrive."

When going out, if the family members are worried, they will also ask the children to send the address and send the video.

Qiao Yue didn't say anything, she hummed, and pushed the suitcase to take a taxi.

After arriving at the address, I remembered to send him an address and tell him by the way that I have arrived.

There was no reply from Shen Zheyi.

Qiao Yue looked at the house that she hadn't lived in for several months. Although someone came to clean it every month, it was so cold and unpopular, it couldn't be cleaned properly.

For her, a house is just a place to stay, and it doesn't mean home.

She took her clothes out of the suitcase, took a shower, and lay down on the bed to beat the jet lag.

With her eyes closed, it was just that her eyes were a little dry and she couldn't sleep well, but she was not a person who recognized the bed, but she just couldn't get used to it.

Can't sleep just can't sleep.

Qiao Yue took a symbolic rest for a while, but fortunately, she fell asleep. After waking up, she checked the time. She slept for about five hours. It was dark, and then she got up and ordered a takeaway.

Her house is not big, with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. She bought this place at the beginning because it was not big, and it would look deserted if it was too spacious.

After all, this is a foreign country.

No matter how many years, she has a wait-and-see attitude towards the food in the United States. She ordered a relatively small pizza, but she still could barely eat half of it, and the glass of Coke was half left.

Qiao Yue didn't like this kind of fast food, but she was in the Jianghu, so she didn't have a choice. The Chinese restaurants closest to her were beyond the scope of delivery.

The sweetness of the pizza still lingered on her taste buds, so she took another sip of Coke.

She gnawed on this meal for about an hour.

When encountering this kind of food, her swallowing time will be greatly increased.

Probably because she spent the five years from junior high school to high school in the south, she still misses a bowl of soup before and after meals.

But she is not interested in cooking, and her talent is only average. It seems that all her talents are used in academics and investment.

Qiao Yue looked at the remaining half of the pizza, feeling a little helpless.

In the mobile phone, there is still no reply message from Shen Zheyi, and there is no one on the phone. With such a quiet appearance, it seems that she is not the same person as when she saw the dozens of missed calls when she just got off the plane.

Qiao Yue stood up and looked at the window for a while to digest.

But before she could digest it, someone rang her doorbell.

Qiao Yue doesn't have many friends in the United States, and she hasn't lived here for a few months, so the person knocking on the door is probably the property owner.

Yet she was disappointed.

Standing outside the door was not the kind old man with a white beard, but a man in a white windbreaker, black pants, black baseball cap and mask, pulling a black suitcase.

The only pair of exposed eyes carried indescribable aggression.

It feels like a crime.

(End of this chapter)