I became the sweetheart of the mortal enemy

Chapter 272 letter.

No matter how Jiang Qiao persuaded him, Shi Yu always had that attitude and would never forgive Xue Jing.

It is difficult for an upright official to decide on housework. As a bystander, she can at most give some advice, and cannot force Shi Yu to make a choice.

It was almost time, and when the prison guard knocked on the door to urge Jiang Qiao to leave, Jiang Qiao hurriedly left Shi Yu her contact information and left.

...

Fu Jingxing had already completed the reexamination, and obediently sat on the stone bench downstairs waiting for her.

Seeing Jiang Qiao's dejected expression, he knew that Jiang Qiao had returned home in defeat.

"Okay, you've tried your best, let him fight for the rest. After all, people are always responsible for the mistakes they make."

Jiang Qiao didn't dig into the horns, because she also knew that the person who untied the bell had to tie it, so the misunderstanding could only be resolved by letting the two of them communicate by themselves.

The driver had been waiting at the entrance of the hospital. On the way home, Jiang Qiao specially asked the driver to go around to W Square, and she got off the car to pack her favorite dessert and milk tea and go home.

There should be nothing else to do this afternoon, she just nestled in the study and concentrated on writing, while Fu Jingxing was quietly reading at the side.

He usually doesn't talk very much, most of the time he listens to Jiang Qiao's endless talk, and then occasionally expresses his views.

But Jiang Qiao always felt that Fu Jingxing seemed to be quieter than before when he was recuperating at home these few days.

After about an hour, Jiang Qiao began to urge him to take a lunch break on time.But Fu Jingxing protested with silent silence.

"Hey, you go back to rest first, and I'll go back to accompany you after writing for half an hour, huh?"

After coaxing, one more kiss is considered a success.

After Fu Jingxing returned to the room, Jiang Qiao received a call from the editor to discuss the publication of the new book.

Jiang Qiao was used to taking notes when she had a work call, so she subconsciously looked for a pen and paper on the desk, but the desk was clean, so she had to free one hand to open the drawer at hand and pull out the paper from it And a pen, and take notes while listening to the editor.

It was another half an hour after the call ended, she hung up the phone and began to sort out the contents of the notes.

Looking at it, she suddenly laughed, why did she just pull out a piece of letter paper casually?

After a few more seconds, Jiang Qiao gradually felt something was wrong.Isn't this the stationery she used to use in high school?Why is there such letter paper in Fu Jingxing's study drawer?
She subconsciously glanced into the drawer, and found that there was an exquisite box in the drawer.

It's really delicate, so delicate that she thought it was hers at first glance.

Although Fu Jingxing lived a delicate life, how could he use such a girly thing?

This... he doesn't have any special hobbies, does he?

After struggling for a while, curiosity overcame reason, Jiang Qiao slowly stretched out his paw, and took out the box hidden in the drawer.

The box also has a password, which needs to be turned to the corresponding four numbers to open it.

Doing this kind of thing...Jiang Qiao became more and more suspicious that Fu Jingxing's mature and stable appearance hides a tender girlish heart.

She stared at the box for a while, and finally tried Fu Jingxing's birthday, it was wrong.I tried her birthday again, and this time I guessed it right, and the box opened smoothly.

Jiang Qiao was a little happy in his heart, so what, a man uses your birthday as a password, this should be able to explain the importance of you in his mind.

She hummed a little tune and opened the lid, and saw that the box was full of... letters.

　There are a lot of things going on in the circle recently, and as a young author, I am very quiet, so I can only try to stabilize my mind and write slowly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)