The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 729 Going Back to Marry Qiao Dongcheng
"It's pretty good, the skit is good, and the singing and dancing are not bad." He tilted his head and talked to a little soldier, and after a while, the little soldier brought the tea: "Sir, Eight Treasures Tea."

"Thanks." He smiled.

Push the tea in front of me, gently lift the lid, the sweet smell comes out, there are six red dates, I always like to put so many, blow it up and drink it, it is clear and sweet, the sugar should be only Put three small grains, my favorite flavor.

He drank half a cup in small sips, and his heart warmed up. He sat beside him and watched the singing and dancing seriously.

His phone rang, he looked at it, and pressed it.After a while it rang again, he frowned and pressed it off anyway.

I said lightly: "Go and pick it up."

He just smiled, turned off his phone and watched the show with me.

This performance was also very exciting, with constant highs and lows, and all the soldiers in the army applauded, with a kind of majestic spirit.

After reading it, it was past ten o'clock, and the night wind was indeed quite cold, and it was drizzling.

Qiao Dongcheng held an umbrella, and the two of them would not deliberately get too close while walking. The umbrella moved towards me, and the raindrops on the umbrella fell on his hair.

When he got in the car, he took out a military uniform from the back seat and gave it to me: "Put it on, so as not to catch a cold."

"Thank you."

He smiled: "After all, I still belong to me."

He started the car, and slowly followed several cars with military plates on them out of the army.

I suddenly felt that I had never known such a Qiao Dongcheng. I used to be with Lin Duan, so I would never pay attention to him seriously. When I came back from France, I was as timid as a mouse. I just wanted to rely on him. He was always busy. I'm still adjusting myself, and I always feel that I'm inferior in their Qiao's house, and I dare not say many things to him, let alone ask more.

Back at Qiao's house, Qiao Shibo and the others had already gone to bed, but the lights were left on in the living room, we walked upstairs lightly, said good night, and went back to our rooms to freshen up.

After washing my hair, I dried it with a hair dryer, turned it on, but stopped with a puff, and after playing with it for a while, it still couldn't be turned on. It seemed that it was burnt out.

Everyone in Qiao's family was asleep, but Qiao Dongcheng didn't have one, so he went to borrow his.

The door was not closed, and it seemed that he still had to go out to get something. He squatted at the bedside table and flipped through the documents while talking on the phone.

"Don't call me again, I think I've made it very clear to you. No matter what you think, we're done." He hung up the phone and threw it on the bed, pulled out the file, turned around and saw me with an expression on his face Ask gently: "Chihiro, what's the matter?"

"The hair dryer in my room is broken."

"Wait." He put down the file and went to find out the hair dryer: "Blow dry before going to bed."

He does things sternly and without frills, and has some fine traditions of soldiers.

In the early morning of the next day, Qiao's mansion began to get busy.

Qiao Shibo, it seems that he is really going to leave. There are more things he brought back in the living room, but I didn't pay attention to them before.

I have prepared fruit cakes and flowers to go to worship, but my mood is sluggish.

If I am alone, I don't know how to face it.

Today's wind and rain were heavy, and Aunt Qiao did not come because of the wind and cold. The driver drove Qiao Shibo, and Qiao Dongcheng drove me to the cemetery in the suburbs.

I remember when I came back from France and took my mother's ashes to the burial, Qiao Dongcheng was also driving me that day, and it was also raining so hard that my tears didn't stop all the way.

Things have changed, but now the mood is still so heavy, how a little sad.

The brushes of the car are moving fast, driving very slowly, and the rain is confusing the love and hatred in this world, as if it is about to be confused.

The car drove into the cemetery, and it was raining heavily. Qiao Dongcheng took out a raincoat and put it on for me, and a group of three people went in with their things.

Dad's photo was so blurred by the rain, I looked at it quietly, but Qiao Shibo said: "Brother Yang, I'm here to see you."

With just such a sentence, the tears could not stop sliding down.

Dad, I came to see you, Chihiro came to see you.

Dad...biting his lip, tears streaming down his face, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't think of anything.

"Old brother, I will come to see you often when I have time. Come and have a few cups of Shaoxing Nurhong, which you like to drink."

Qiao Shibo was probably feeling a lot of sadness because of his poor official luck. He sat in front of his father's stele, poured two glasses of wine, spilled one on the ground, and drank the other: "This wine still tastes the same, old brother, we The two are going to get married, Qianxun and Dongcheng are going to get married, you don't have to leave with regrets, come, come, let's not go home if we are not drunk today."

Qiao Dongcheng gave me a bouquet of white lilies: "Qianxun, go and see your mother."

In the photo of my mother, she still smiled so happily, carefree like a princess, touching her eyebrows with her fingers, but she couldn't feel her warmth.

When she was dying, she told me: "Qianxun, go back and marry Qiao Dongcheng, marry Qiao Dongcheng... marry Qiao Dongcheng."

I couldn't hold it back, big tears rolled down my face, and I cried loudly.

"Mom, I'm here to see you, Mom, I'm going to marry Qiao Dongcheng, Mom, Mom..." She called again and again, and she would never answer me again.

Even if I tell her now that I want to marry Qiao Dongcheng, she won't smile at me, but Mom, I finally fulfilled your wish.

Qiao Dongcheng came over and hugged me: "Qianxun, don't cry, your mother will be more pleased that you are strong."

But at this time, I don't want to be strong. I really miss my mother. If she is here, I am willing to pay any price.

Chihiro can be independent, Chihiro can not cry, Chihiro can not hate his father and mother.

"Aunt Guo, I will take good care of Qianxun in the future."

After crying for a long time, following Qiao Dongcheng's weak walk, Qiao Shibo was also drenched, and kept talking about something with my father.

Qiao Dongcheng sighed softly: "My dad is really old."

His eyes were red, and he looked up at the roof of the car. He was always recalling many things in the past.All three of them were drenched. When we went back, Aunt Qiao asked someone to cook ginger soup: "Drink a bowl, and go take a shower and change clothes immediately. Our whole family, don't catch a cold together."

After drinking ginger soup, Qiao Dongcheng dragged me upstairs: "Quick, go take a shower and change clothes right away."

"Don't worry, you're tired."

He is from the army. I haven't exercised much. How can I catch up with him when I run up the stairs.

Aunt Qiao laughed and called downstairs: "Dongcheng, you should pay attention to Chihiro, don't run too fast, and come down to eat after taking a shower."

It feels like home, the taste of home.

Just get married, just get married, I'll get married to Qiao Dongcheng!A lot of thoughts, urging me to think like this.

(End of this chapter)