Madam is right

Chapter 662 242. Loneliness
Mo Zhichu sat with his head bowed, and after Qiao Annan stood beside her for a while, he finally walked out of the private room alone.

Qiao Annan actually wanted to express all the dissatisfaction in his heart, but he felt that he seemed too bad like that.Obviously Mo Zhichu didn't do anything wrong, but she couldn't help but blame her.

Qiao Annan left, and Mo Zhichu was still sitting alone in the private room.

She raised her head to look at the pastries on the table, finally sighed, stretched out her hand to pinch a piece and took a bite.

She never thought that the friendship with Qiao Annan would end in this way.

She understood what Qiao Annan meant, but she was puzzled.To say that Zhao Jue likes her, she really thinks it is impossible no matter how she thinks about it.

Not to mention that Zhao Jue knew Zhao Mo's thoughts for her early in the morning, even after knowing each other for so long, Zhao Jue never showed any overstepping.He's just doing his best to be an older brother.

If Zhao Jue really liked her, how could there be such a person in the world who is willing to back down?

But regardless of whether what Qiao Annan said is true or not, what really happened is that from now on, she and Qiao Annan will no longer be friends.

In fact, when He Xia went to Hehuanyuan that night, she told her that Mo Zijin had met Qiao Annan.At that time, she vaguely guessed that Qiao Annan might have changed.

Few people in this world will accompany you to the end. Even though Mo Zhichu knew this truth, she still felt very uncomfortable when it was time to part.

She also knew that there was probably something wrong with the pastry, although Qiao Annan found out with conscience at the last moment and did not watch her eat it.

Now that Qiao Annan was so cruel that he put the pastry in question in front of her, it was naturally impossible for her to regard her as a friend anymore.

Break up, just break up.

Mo Zhichu sighed deeply, stood up from the round stool with reddish eyes, and walked slowly back to the General's Mansion.

Today's Ping'an Street seems to be extraordinarily lively. Under the bustle, Mo Zhichu, who was walking slowly on the street alone, seemed so out of place with this scene.

Lonely.

This was the first time Mo Zhichu felt this way.

As she walked, the effect of the medicine in the pastry increased, and she became more and more panting as she walked. Even though the weather was no longer so hot, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Mo Zhichu walked into the General's Mansion through the back door with a somewhat flabbergasted footsteps. The guard saw that something was wrong with her and asked her, but Mo Zhichu just insisted and said, "I'm fine."

But no matter how brave he was, Mo Zhichu was no match for the medicine that surged up again and again like waves.

Gradually, she couldn't walk anymore, and the scenery in front of her was constantly overlapping and chaotic, hot and restless.

She fell to the ground, and someone saw the right moment, and hurried forward, holding her up and leading her to nowhere.

In a daze, Mo Zhichu felt as if she had been carried into a certain room, and she was restless on the bed and couldn't find an exit.

Not long after, another person lay beside her.

Mo Zhichu only thought that maybe the person beside him was the antidote, but she was taken away in the next second.

The whole body is irritated by the coldness that irritates people's nerves, pulling people's reason back bit by bit.

When Mo Zhichu opened her eyes again, she had already been placed in a tub filled with cold water.

Fudong stepped forward nervously and worriedly, "Miss, are you okay? Why do you have to risk yourself like this!"

(End of this chapter)