Luo Qingqiao never thought that they would use this method to clear Zhou Fan's name. After all, she was innocent, and Zhou Fan had vented his anger on her.
When she looked back at Uncle Zhou, there was hatred that could not be hidden in her eyes.
People like them are all the same type. They only care about their own interests and have no regard for truth and justice, let alone the plight of those who have been framed.
"Second uncle." Zhou Fan rarely looked serious, and his voice was as cold as poison, "I know your hands are long, and you can even reach the third uncle's side. But you'd better not worry too much about my place."
"Be careful if you die in the third aunt's bed, I will have to collect the body."
A very straightforward threat, very explosive.
Luo Qingqiao couldn't maintain the surface calm, so she simply buried her face in Zhou Fan's arms.
Zhou Fan hugged her waist tightly, but lowered his head and said in her ear: "Stop laughing, your saliva will rub on me if you laugh again."
Luo Qingqiao was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but raised her head and asked, "Is it true?"
Knowing that she was asking about another thing, Zhou Fan raised his hand and touched the corner of her mouth: "It's really going to flow."
She glared angrily, but knowing that he didn't want to talk about these things, she didn't ask any further.
After all, it's a family scandal, so it's normal not to want it spread.
She looked back at Uncle Zhou again.
His face turned blue, extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhou Fan, don't mess around with the relationship between men and women just to make everyone think the same as you. Don't pour this kind of sewage on me."
"I don't say anything without evidence."
He said lightly, blocking out all the rest of Uncle Tuesday's words.
It seems that this is really happening.
The rich are in deep water.
At least around Zhou Fan, there is no shortage of these explosive and completely incomprehensible things.
The previous proposal was naturally forgotten, and Uncle Tuesday was blackmailed by him to turn the matter around.
When he left with anger, Luo Qingqiao watched him slowly sorting out the scattered documents and asked: "Let me first..."
"Buckwheat." He suddenly called her by her nickname.
Luo Qingqiao scratched her face with her fingertips in embarrassment and retreated immediately, embarrassed: "Shall I help you organize the files?"
She knelt down and picked up the piece of paper that was thrown under the coffee table.
Her slightly long hair fell onto the carpet, and her fair neck could be seen through the gap.
Zhou Fan stretched out his hand and clicked there.
The slightly cold touch made Luo Qingqiao shiver. As his palm rubbed her neck, she suddenly remembered the fragments of their relationship a long time ago.
The dark rental house, the cold wind pouring into the room...
And only when you are confused and infatuated can you dare to express your feelings.
She shuddered and stood up suddenly. Even the piece of paper she had just picked up was crumpled by her.
Trying to smooth out the wrinkles on the paper, she said guiltily: "This..."
"It's okay." Zhou Fan waved his hand, "You can do it yourself, I'll go out and have a smoke."
Luo Qingqiao said nothing and watched him leave the room.
She knew that Zhou Fan might have wanted to hug her or do something more intimate just now.
He didn't seem to be in a very good mood, and intimate contact was an expensive but cheapest pastime.
But she has long been unable to regain the feelings she had at that time, and she does not want to be intimate with him beyond the bounds.
Luo Qingqiao silently cleaned up the messy living room. When the housekeeper came out of the kitchen, he saw this scene and came over in a panic to grab some work: "Just rest, let me do this."
Seeing that she was a little lost, she lowered her voice and asked tentatively: "The food is ready. Are you going to call sir for dinner?"
"……good."
It was already dark and the street lights were on.
Luo Qingqiao walked along the asphalt road for a long time and visited most of the villa area before finding Zhou Fan.
He stood under the streetlight and looked at the moon that had just risen in the distance.
A feeling of loneliness arose spontaneously, making Luo Qingqiao stop and not dare to walk towards him.
It was Zhou Fan who noticed her first, put out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can, then walked towards her: "What's wrong?"
She opened her mouth but no sound came out.
Zhou Fan asked again: "What?"
Only then did she remember the reason why she came out to see him: "Dinner is ready."
"Oh." Zhou Fan put his coat on her body, "Remember to wear a coat next time you go out. There is a big temperature difference between day and night."
There was a strong smell of smoke on his coat. Luo Qingqiao frowned slightly but said nothing.
Following Zhou Fan towards home, she suddenly asked: "Why have you been staying here lately? Don't you have to go and coax Anna?"
Zhou Fan had mentioned before that the two women, Zhao Yan and Anna, should maintain a close relationship with him in the near future.
He had been staying here these past few days, working remotely even if he had business to do, and she looked strangely uncomfortable.
"Why do you ask this suddenly?"
She couldn't give an answer, so she just said, "Just ask."
Zhou Fan lowered his eyes and looked at her a few more times: "You're right, I've left her alone for so long, she should be angry."
"I'll go over and coax you. You can eat dinner by yourself."
When Zhou Fan left, her coat was still on her body.
But Luo Qingqiao felt that some of the warmth had been taken away from her body, so she wrapped her coat tightly before continuing to walk back.
The phone rang, and it was her home phone number again.
"Mom." Luo Qingqiao's voice was choked.
It's very weak, like the wind tonight, so weak that it's hard to detect, but it can blow away the warmth from a person's body.
Wang Lanni didn't notice it and just kept asking questions: "Why don't you, kid, always refuse to answer my calls recently? You're so ambitious after getting married that you won't even come home."
She was not very familiar with the Internet and didn't know about the bloody turmoil related to her on the Internet. After the call was connected, the conversation was about her flash marriage that had no beginning and no end.
"When will you bring your marriage partner back to us?"
