In the office, Qiao Muze held the table, Gao Ting's body was slightly restrained, and his eyes were fixed on a void. His mind was full of what Zhuang Nuannuan said just now, and he closed his eyes tightly.

The whole handsome contour line exudes a breath of injury.

But soon, his eyes surged, but his concern for her.

Moved out of his house, where would she live?

Almost without thinking too much, I picked up the car keys on the desktop and ran out of the office door.

One thing, Zhuang Nuannuan had already thought about it, and she decided to move back to her grandmother's house. Maybe the paparazzi no longer paid attention to her home.

Zhuang Nuannuan dragged her suitcase and walked step by step on the street next to her. Her mind was also empty and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Qiao Muze's face appeared in her mind. She turned around and looked at the skyscraper behind her. She forced herself to erase everything she had to do with him, because from today on, she really had to find out the real murderer for her parents.

She could not drag on it anymore, she wanted to use all her strength to overturn the verdict of her parents. Even if the truth behind it might be his father, because nothing more hated than her parents' tragic death.

She didn't notice that while she was walking in the street in a daze, a black car slowly followed her and kept a distance of more than ten meters behind her.

Muze changed to a car that was not commonly used. Only in this way can he follow her at close range, avoid being discovered by her, and not hated by her.

He looked back at the direction of his office building. Although she was wearing black-framed glasses, he could feel the resoluteness that emanated from her.

Her eyes locked her tightly. At this moment, Zhuang Nuannuan's figure was hit by two men who were rushing to the road. She immediately choked and almost fell down.

The man inside was tightly clung to her body. Zhuang Nuannuan woke up after being hit. She reached out to stop a taxi and went back to the direction of the house. Behind the taxi, a black Rolls-Royce was followed.

Zhuang Nuannuan leaned against the car window, her eyes were dull, as if the spiritual energy on her body had been pulled away, leaving only a beautiful body.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the entrance of the community where Zhuang Nuannuan used to live. She was dragging her suitcase and looked very tired and walked slowly.

Not far behind her, in the black sedan, the man wanted to come forward to help her, but he held it down, because, for her, perhaps the help of a stranger was better than his appearance.

Mu Ze has not left at the entrance of the community, and his tall figure is sitting in the car like a sculpture.

When Nuannuan returned home, she sat on the sofa, hugged her arms, and wept, turning the despair in her heart into tears.

Because in her heart, in addition to hatred, there is another kind of emotion, which also strongly occupies her heart, making her feel very painful.

That is the relationship with Qiao Muze. God must be joking about making her fall in love with him, but he will give her such a cruel ending.

One night, Zhuang Nuannuan hid at home and didn't want to go anywhere.

At the entrance of the community, the black luxury car only left in the evening.

That night, Zhuang Nuannuan slept in the bed, feeling particularly cold and her sleepiness intermittently, but dreamed one by one, dreaming of the scene of her parents' tragic death, and dreaming back to the day when she held her parents' bones, that heavy jar of gray.

I also dreamed that since Qiao Muze's villa, it seemed that nothing had happened. He smiled and greeted her, calling her name, the more he dreamed of these warm memories.

When she woke up, the more she felt despair, family affection and love, she lost it.

early morning.

After a long night, Zhuang Nuannuan opened her eyes. Her clear eyes were covered with bloodshot, red and swollen eyes, and pale face. She looked like a doll on the verge of death.

That night, Qiao Muze returned to the office and checked the data of that year all night, because even if he went back, he could not sleep.

When Yang Li came over in the morning, she came in to clean his office. When she opened the door, she suddenly saw a figure sitting leaning on a chair.

She was startled, "Mr. Qiao, why are you still in the office? Didn't you go back last night?"

Qiao Muze raised his eyes slightly and said, "Give me a cup of coffee."

Now?"

Um!"

"No, Mr. Qiao, you should have a rest. You can't stand it like this anymore. Your body is so hard that you can't bear it!" Yang Li advised.

She wondered, is it related to Zhuang Nuannuan crying out of his office last night? Are they really quarreling?"

Coffee!" Qiao Muze's thin lips opened lightly, but there was a power that could not be argued about.

Li had no choice but to sigh, turn around and go to make coffee for him.

After a while, Yang Li brought a cup of coffee to him and looked at his red eyes. She felt really distressed."

Mr. Qiao, is there anything I have to tell me to do?" Yang Li asked.

Mu Ze's eyes flashed. Thinking of Zhuang Nuannuan alone, he spoke out, "You go to Zhuang Nuannuan's house and see her."

"Do you need to buy anything?" Yang Li asked again.

Qiao Muze thought for a while and said hoarsely, "Bring a breakfast!" Yang

Li nodded, "Okay, I'll go there now."

It was only eight o'clock when Yang Li quickly packed a breakfast in the restaurant downstairs of the company and drove towards the community where Zhuang Nuannuan was.

Zhuang Nuannuan was standing on the balcony with a severe headache. She looked at the street below the twenty-eighth floor. There was a thought that if she jumped from here, would all the pain be solved?

This was just a momentary thought, and she was soon stopped. She had grandma. Even if she was desperate, she could not leave her grandma in the world. She wanted to live and accompany her relatives.

At this moment, Zhuang Nuannuan's door was knocked, and she was startled. As she stood at the door and took a look from the cat's eyes. Yang Li's figure was heard outside the door. She was slightly surprised, but she still opened the door.

Wai Yang Li held breakfast and looked at her with a gentle smile, "Hello, Miss Zhuang."

Assistant Yang, are you in trouble?" Zhuang Nuannuan did not invite her in, but just asked her through the door.

Li looked at the haggard and thin girl, covered with a sad breath, and she couldn't help but feel distressed, "Miss Zhuang, you haven't eaten breakfast yet! I brought you breakfast."

Zhuang Nuannuan was stunned for a moment and looked at the breakfast she was carrying. Did she bring it over, or did Qiao Muze ask her to send it over?

"Assistant Yang, no need, thank you." Zhuang Nuannuan still didn't want to accept it.

Yang Li smiled, "Mr. Qiao asked me to come and see you. I bought this breakfast on the way. Can I bring it in for you? Don't waste it." Yang

Li's words, gentle and care made Zhuang Nuannuan feel warm and she turned sideways and let her in. Yang

Li put down the breakfast and said to herself, "Hey! When I arrived at the company in the morning, I thought that Joe had arrived before me! But when I looked at his eyes, it turned red. I thought that he didn't go home in the office all night last night!"

Zhuang Nuannuan's eyes still flashed and stunned. He didn't sleep all night last night?"

These days, Mr. Qiao has been using coffee to refresh himself because of work. I am worried that his stomach will not be able to bear it. After all, he is not a body that is iron-clad. Since the day before yesterday, he has used coffee as a staple food all day." After saying that, Yang Li looked at Zhuang Nuannuan, "Miss Zhuang, if you have time, please advise him too! I can't help it anymore. I see that he is still in the office now, so I worry that his body will collapse." Zhuang

There were obviously concerns in Nuannuan's eyes, but her expression seemed cold, "The matter he had to do with me from now on."

After hearing this, Yang Li immediately realized that it was probably as simple as quarrels and conflicts."

Miss Zhuang, take good care of yourself. Mr. Qiao cares about you very much. However, he is so old, but he can't take care of himself. When he first took over the company, he once accompanied the customer, which caused stomach bleeding! "Yang Li said worriedly, "If he keeps going like this and doesn't avoid coffee, I'm worried that his stomach will be damaged again." Zhuang

Nuannuan's eyes flashed with eagerness, but she bit her lip and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Yang Li didn't say anything anymore. She smiled, "Miss Zhuang, then I'll leave first. You have my phone number. If you have any questions, you can call me directly."

After saying that, Yang Li stepped towards the door, and Zhuang Nuannuan's eyes seemed to be looking at her back with a hint of anxiety.

When Yang Li was about to close the door, she still spoke out, "Assistant Yang, you are his assistant, you should take care of him more."
Chapter completed!