Reporters broke into the ward and Zhao Yan was interviewed.
She was polite and polite at first, but after the number of people in the live broadcast room reached one million, she said at the top of her lungs: "I will report them with my real name for tax evasion and forcing girls into prostitution!"
"I applied for police protection, and the car accident was their fault! If I disappear, it must be their fault!"
A series of names came out of her mouth, the live broadcast was cut off, and Zhao Yan's life or death was uncertain again.
Luo Qingqiao saw this message as soon as she woke up. She was confused and looked at Zhou Fan who was sleeping next to her.
The memory of last night lingers on that glass of slightly astringent red wine.
She looked down at her pajamas and said firmly: "You changed the pajamas for me."
It's another pink nightgown. She won't wear these brightly colored clothes.
"Yes, when I came back from Anna's place, I saw you drunk to death in the study."
When mentioning Anna, Zhou Fan deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word, clearly to make her jealous.
However, Luo Qingqiao didn't take it seriously and didn't understand the meaning of his words. He just took these words seriously from beginning to end.
The two of them lay together, stroking their ears and temples, so intimate that they seemed like a real family.
Zhou Fan teased in her ear: "Why didn't you say you couldn't bear to leave me? You only dared to get drunk after I left, you little loser."
"I did it for work."
it is true.
Maybe it was partly because of Zhou Fan, but it was only a small part, and it wasn't about finding other women for him.
After all, she had long been tired of watching Zhou Fan's gossip over the years.
"Zhao Yan..." Luo Qingqiao didn't know how to talk to him, so she finally chose to remain silent. Anyway, the matter had already gotten serious and he should have nothing to do with her anymore.
After having breakfast with Zhou Fan and watching her leave, Luo Qingqiao immersed herself in work.
But in the evening, Zhou Fan came back with Zhao Yan.
Not long after the miscarriage, there was a car accident, and Zhao Yan looked particularly weak.
She wore no makeup today and was sitting in a wheelchair simply wearing loose clothes. When the wind blew, the clothes clung to her flesh, making her appear skinny and skinny.
The assistant, who was still angry with Luo Qingqiao before, pushed her, looking frightened, as if she had just been frightened.
Luo Qingqiao couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"
She had always turned a blind eye to the women around Zhou Fan, but Zhao Yan was different. They had a grudge, and she was brought here. She didn't want to live under the same roof with a woman who had harmed her.
But Zhou Fan didn't feel his resistance, and told the housekeeper with a normal expression: "If you cook two more meals in the future, they will also live here."
"Zhou Fan!" Luo Qingqiao couldn't help shouting at him.
Only then did Zhou Fan look at her.
His expression was as usual, and when he looked at her with eyes as affectionate as a dog's, Luo Qingqiao felt a dull pain in her heart.
She asked: "Miss Zhao will live here from now on?"
"right."
"How long will she stay?"
"wait……"
Zhao Yan intervened in their conversation: "Miss Luo won't be angry, right? Brother Zhou Fan just feels sorry for me and is afraid that those bad guys will do something to me, so he took me over."
"If you don't like to look at me, I promise to stay in your room from now on and never come out to be an eyesore."
After tea-like remarks, Luo Qingqiao was so sick that she couldn't eat anymore.
Zhou Fan glanced over and Zhao Yan shut her mouth instantly.
He came over and grabbed Luo Qingqiao's hand, coaxing her in a low voice: "Send the person away when the storm outside has passed. Only if the security here is the best, I will bring the person back."
"This is your house, you don't have to tell me this."
Although Zhou Fan said he gave the house to her, Luo Qingqiao still had no sense of belonging here.
It was meal time, and the housekeeper interrupted their conversation by calling them to have dinner.
Luo Qingqiao didn't mention these things again.
After eating at the same table with them, she packed her things, picked up her suitcase, and planned to go out.
Zhou Fan hurried over and grabbed her hand dragging the suitcase: "What are you doing?"
