Did Mr.Zhan withdraw from the marriage today?

The last page is the diary written by Joe's father the day before his death.

What he wrote is nothing unusual. He still records the interesting events that happened that day and the warmth and happiness of his wife and children.

But at the bottom of the page.

With a line of small characters in different handwriting.

[dad, mom, I will avenge you and kill him!]

It was this sentence that shocked Joe.

She can be sure that this sentence was written by Joe, because she recognized the handwriting. Since she woke up, her handwriting has become the same as Joe, and she can't write the previous words at all.

Kill him?

Who is he? The death of Qiao's parents was not an accident?

Was the car accident that took Qiao's parents man-made?

Qiao Zhen was thinking seriously. She suddenly felt a deep pain in her head. It hurt so much that she couldn't hold the book in her hand. The book fell on the desk. She raised her hand and covered it. It hurt so much that she wanted to explode her head.

Her sight became blurred. She couldn't see what was in front of her. She just felt dizzy and closed her eyes.

Suddenly!

A blood red came to mind!

Bright lights, smoking front, twisted doors, and unconscious parents

There was a pathetic cry in her ear. The three-year-old child curled up in her mother's arms and cried bitterly. She shouted mom and Dad, but there was no voice to respond to her except her own cry

The nose tip was full of blood and smoke, which made her feel out of breath.

Joe had a splitting headache, which was not enough. There were bursts of dull pain in his heart.

She could only cover her head with one hand and her heart with the other. The pain made her unable to sit on the ground, breathing more and more heavily, and a layer of cold sweat poured out on her forehead.

It's been a long time.

The pain in her head dissipated. Joe shook her head, and she slowly regained her clear sight.

Just because the contents of the diary reminded her of Joe's memory before?

Joe rubbed his heart and took a deep breath to calm his mood.

Just now, she seemed to be completely involved in that serious car accident. It was as if she had actually become a three-year-old Joe. All the feelings were too clear and true, which made her so uncomfortable.

After calming down for a long time, Joe felt less uncomfortable.

She stood up slowly and closed the notebook on the table first.

For the time being, she didn't want to repeat the painful experience just now, although she didn't know if she would think of anything again.

She put the notebook back and locked it again. It would be safer to put things here than to take them with her.

Qiao Zhen took a look at the time. She and Zhan Nanting agreed to have dinner with the second old man of the Zhan family tonight. Now it's almost time to pass, so she left the room.

As soon as Qiao Yun came downstairs, Qiao Minmin met him.

"Are you leaving now?"

Qiao Zhen nodded and said, "well, it's almost time. Nanting and I have an appointment to have dinner with Grandpa Zhan in the evening. It's almost time to start."

Zhan Nanting had already set out first. He was supposed to pick up Qiao Zhen, but in fact, it was the opposite side that told Qiao Zhen to go first. Zhan Nanting arranged a driver for Qiao Zhen to drive for her.

It was said that he was worried that she was too tired to drive. This was the biggest concession of Zhan Nanting, so Joe let him go.

Qiao Minmin regretfully sent Qiao Zhen out of the door. Qiao Zhennan and Zhong Yinlan also looked very reluctant.

"You drive carefully on the road. Tell me when you arrive and come back often." Qiao Minmin told Qiao again outside the window.

"Well, good."

Joe asked the driver to drive, and the car slowly left the Qiao manor.

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In a high-end villa community in Beijing, in a small garden outside a villa.

Mrs. Zhan is sitting in a wheelchair and looking around.

The weather is fine today. She doesn't worry about them, but she's in a hurry.

It is said that old children are old children. The older they are, the more like children. They always feel that time passes very slowly and become more and more impatient.

At this time, a beautiful shadow passed by the door.

The figure stopped and greeted the old man in the yard.

The old lady immediately beamed with joy.

She smiled at the people outside and said, "you just bought vegetables?"

Mu Yueyao smiled gently, nodded and said, "yes, take a walk and exercise. The doctor told me to walk more often, which is conducive to restoring leg strength."

The old lady nodded at the speech and said with a smile, "I'm waiting for my grandson and daughter-in-law to come." it's quite showing off.

"Really? That's great. Someone can accompany you to dinner and chat with Grandpa. I wanted to invite you to dinner in the evening. Now it seems that I can't disturb your family."

"It doesn't matter. My granddaughter-in-law also learns to dance. She is also very good. You two should have a topic to talk about, but she studies classical dance, which is different from your ballet. Why don't you come to dinner at night!"

Speaking of Qiao Yi, old lady Zhan's eyes were full of smiles, and mu Yueyao was filled with heart.

But she can't show it. It's not easy for her to get in touch with the second old man and cultivate her feelings. She can't give up all her previous efforts.

So she smiled and said, "dancing has something in common, but I bought so many dishes and didn't waste it. Next time, I'll get to know your granddaughter-in-law again."

"OK, next time." the old lady smiled.

After saying goodbye to her, mu Yueyao left and went back to the villa next door.

Mrs. Chen smiled at the old lady and said, "Miss Yao really has more temperament this month. She is worthy of being an internationally famous dancer. I hope she can recover and return to the stage as soon as possible."

"Well, she's really a good girl. Do you think she's a good match with Beiyu?"

Chen Ma frowned at the speech and said, "but Miss Yao is older than master Beiyu this month. Isn't it inappropriate?"

"No, it's good that the woman is bigger. I think it's good. I'll ask Beiyu to come and have a look some day. He's also a dancer. Maybe he can really succeed."

The old lady felt happy when she thought about it. When she was old, she liked to matchmaker small.

Chen Ma was about to say something when Zhan Nanting drove over.

"Open the door for him," the old lady quickly ordered.

Chen's mother opened the door. Zhan Nanting drove in, parked in the garage and got off.

But when he got off the bus alone, the old lady suddenly lost her smile.

"What about ya? Why did you come alone?" she asked Zhan Nanting dissatisfied.

The despised Zhan Nanting said helplessly, "she went back to Qiao's house this afternoon. Now she's on her way."

"Then why don't you go back with her? Otherwise, you can pick her up! You're not sweet at all!" the old lady stretched out her hand and patted Zhan Nanting in a disgusting tone.

"She won't let me go or pick me up. It's my fault?"

"Of course it's your fault! You're not sweet enough!"

Zhan Nanting could only sigh. He came forward and pushed the old lady to the house.

"It's a little windy. Go back and wait inside. I called her. She'll be here soon. It's not bad for this moment and a half."

The old lady said several more words before she reluctantly let him go.

After more than ten minutes, Qiao Zhen came to save Zhan Nanting.

They came very early. Qiao Yun had planned to cook for the second old man today. Chen's mother helped her in the kitchen.

Joe wants to pickle the beef, but he can't find the soy sauce.

"Chen Ma, where is the soy sauce at home?" Qiao asked Chen Ma, who was cutting vegetables.

Mrs. Chen stopped, looked for it, and then looked for it in the cabinet. She said sorry:

"I'm sorry, Miss Qiao. There's no soy sauce at home. I forgot to buy it. Why don't I buy a bottle now!"

Joe shook his head and said, "no, there's no soy sauce." it's not a big deal. It's troublesome to go shopping.

Mrs. Chen nodded and was about to turn back and cut vegetables. She suddenly suggested, "why don't you borrow it from the next door neighbor?"