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Chapter 876 I'm sick, lovesickness
The place to eat is a small and sentimental Chinese restaurant. The design of the Chinese restaurant is a bit like an ancient inn, and the dining tables are located in the yard outside the lobby.

There are flowers, grass and trees in the yard, where you can enjoy the flowers and plants while eating and chatting, and look up at the stars.

Yang Qian led Qiao Yimo here, didn't sit for a while, and left under the pretext of having something to do, and blinked warningly at Qiao Yimo when she left, probably because she was worried that Qiao Yimo would repent and not treat her well.

"Order, let's order." Zhong Yi handed the menu to Qiao Yimo, looking at Qiao Yimo with nervous eyes.

Qiao Yimo smiled at him, took the menu, pointed to two of the dishes to the waiter who was standing aside waiting for their order, and then handed the menu back to Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi took it, looked carefully at the two dishes Qiao Yimo ordered, and whispered, "Do you like spicy food? I like it too."

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips, took out her phone, and typed with her head down.

Zhong Yi glanced at it from the corner of his eye, tightened his grip on the menu, and stared at Qiao Yimo tensely.

Qiao Yimo paused while typing, then turned her head slightly to look at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi's face was stiff, his brow bone trembled slightly, his lips were tightly formed into a line, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Qiao Yimo with air.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

After staring at Zhong Yi for a few seconds, Qiao Yimo rolled his lips and put the phone away.

Seeing this, Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and handed the menu to the waiter after ordering.

This Chinese restaurant is well-known in Kaicheng, and it was dinner time, so there were a lot of people. Qiao Yimo and Zhong Yi waited for almost half an hour after ordering, before the dishes came one after another.

The two who hadn't talked much during the wait for the meal seemed to have found a topic.

Zhong Yi politely wiped Qiao Yimo's chopsticks and handed them to her, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long, I should have arrived earlier and ordered something good to wait for you."

Qiao Yimo took the chopsticks and smiled politely at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi knew that Qiao Yimo couldn't speak, so he didn't mind. He picked up the teapot at hand and poured tea for Qiao Yimo, "You like to drink tea, so I ordered a pot of tea and didn't order any other drinks."

Qiao Yimo lowered her eyelashes, picked rice and fed it into her mouth.

Zhong Yi tilted his head, stared at Qiao Yimo's beautiful side face for a while, smiled foolishly, bit his lip, picked up his chopsticks and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Qiao Yimo caught it out of the corner of her eye, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

After all, it was the first time eating, and the two of them were not familiar with each other, so the link of serving dishes was saved.

Coupled with Qiao Yimo's inability to speak, the two of them saved time for chatting and chatting, and most of the time they ate quietly with each other.

So in less than half an hour, Qiao Yimo and Zhong Yi had almost finished eating.

As soon as Qiao Yimo put down the chopsticks, Zhong Yi was taken aback, and quickly put down the chopsticks, staring at Qiao Yimo stupidly, as if waiting for her to signal.

Qiao Yimo looked at him and took out his phone again.

When Zhong Yi saw her holding the phone, he became tense in conditioned reflex, and his pupils dilated slightly.

Qiao Yimo edited what she wanted to say, and turned the phone to Zhong Yi.

"I should have made it clear to you before the meal, but... I will treat you to this meal, as a landlord."

Zhong Yi frowned, "I am a man and you are a woman, how can I ask you to pay?"

Qiao Yimo took back the phone, and after a while, turned the screen to Zhong Yi again.

"The last time you and the director came to my house, I may not have expressed some meaning clearly... I have not only been married, but also had children."

Although she and Mu Qingxun didn't have that paper identification, in Qiao Yimo's heart, from the first time they decided to get the certificate, Mu Qingxun was already her man, her husband!
Of course, with such an affirmation, she dared to say it in front of Zhong Yi and everyone else, but she dared not, and would not say it in front of Mu Qingxun.

Zhong Yi's stiff face shook violently, staring at Qiao Yimo in shock and frustration, "You, you don't have to say, say such things just to reject me..."

Whether he said such words simply to reject him, Qiao Yimo knew in his heart, and from the shocking and unbelievable expression on Zhong Yi's face, he also knew that Qiao Yimo did not retreat just to make him face difficulties on purpose

Weaving lies to deceive him.

Qiao Yimo turned the phone around, and after tens of seconds passed, she pointed the phone at Zhong Yi again.

"Thank you for not disliking me for being dumb and willing to like me. The director told me that you are from a wealthy family and you are the only child in the family. Not to mention that I don't have the idea of ​​starting over now. Your parents will not agree that you are with someone like me.

together. "

"You have only met me a few times. If you want to say that you like me, it's not enough to say that you like me. At most, you have a good impression of me, so you don't need to waste your energy on people like me. You are all adults, so you must be clear I'm deciding
What you have to face after the incident, whether you can bear it.Is not it? "

After reading the content on Qiao Yimo's phone, Zhong Yi frowned tightly and pursed his lips stubbornly. He stared straight at Qiao Yimo's quiet and beautiful face. After a while, he said unwillingly, "You If you're not with me, how do you know
I can't bear everything I have to face when I'm with you?Or are you just trying to hit me with the pretext of letting me see the facts clearly, so that I can stop in moderation and stop entanglement? "

Qiao Yimo was silent for two seconds, raised his eyebrows, and re-entered the text.

"I'm not hitting you, but it's the truth. The reality is crueler than you and I imagined."

One Mo Xiaozhen and one Mu Qingxun, isn't it enough for Qiao Yimo to see the reality clearly? !

Zhong Yi's family background is like the second Mo Xiaozhen, how could his parents tolerate their only son being with a man who was married and lost a child?
It's unrealistic to think about it!

That is to say, people like Zhong Yi who have not experienced being suppressed by reality, and whose life has been smooth until today, can be so brave and indomitable in the face of reality.

Zhong Yi pursed his lips, staring at Qiao Yimo like a leopard full of vigor and pride, "You still like your ex-husband?"

Ex-husband?

Qiao Yimo was stunned for a moment before he understood, he smiled while holding his forehead, and typed on the phone.

"He remarried."

Zhong Yi saw confusion appearing on his thin but handsome face, and looked at Qiao Yimo, "Your ex-husband has remarried and you still like him?"

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"What I mean is, it's impossible for me to tell you that it has nothing to do with other things, it's just my personal reasons."

"..." Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes, looked at Qiao Yimo seriously and seriously, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Qiao Yimo's eyelashes flickered, and he typed a line.

"I go first."

When Zhong Yi saw it, he became anxious, and didn't know what to say, so he could only stare at Qiao Yimo with a sullen face and held his breath.

Qiao Yimo nodded to him, got up, went to the front desk to pay the bill, and left.

If it wasn't for Yang Qian's reason, Qiao Yimo wouldn't come to the appointment today, let alone talk so much with Zhong Yi.

If he doesn't give up, at most she just ignores him, and it won't be long before he gets over his enthusiasm.

……

Qiao Yimo returned to the small building she rented from 08:30 to [-] o'clock.

Tomorrow is a rest day, so when I returned to the residence, Qiao Yimo took a shower, then started to wash clothes, tidy up the house, and it was almost finished at eleven o'clock. He took a cup of hot water and sat on the sofa, intending to take a breather. rest.

After sitting on the sofa for 2 minutes and before taking a sip of water, the phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly.

Qiao Yimo looked at her head, her gaze fell on the screen of the phone, paused for a moment, reached out to pick up the phone, and answered.

"sister……"

After Qiao Yimo answered, a weak voice came from the microphone after a while.

Qiao Yimo covered her eyelashes, raised her hand, and tapped the phone with one finger, signaling that she was listening.

"sister."

Xu is in the period of voice change, the boy's voice is a little hoarse and shrill, like a duck quacking.

After shouting "Sister", she stopped again.

Qiao Yimo waited for a while, but before he could speak, she simply stopped waiting, took the phone from her ear, and hung up.

Open the text message and edit it.

"Is something wrong?"

After sending the message, Qiao Yimo put the phone on his lap, bent over to pick up the hot water, and took two sips while staring at the phone.

puff-

A message appeared below the one sent by Qiao Yimo.

"Next weekend is Dad's birthday. Mom asked me to ask you, are you coming?"

Seeing this message, even though he couldn't see the other person's face through the screen, Qiao Yimo could imagine how cautious he was.

Qiao Yimo put down the water glass, held the phone without hesitation, and replied: "No."

After sending the message, Qiao Yimo got up from the sofa, turned off the lights, and went to the bedroom.

The moment the bedroom door closed, the message came back.

"Sister, Dad actually misses you very much. He really hopes that you can come and live with us... So do I and my mother."

Do you live together?

Qiao Yimo cheered up, smiled inexplicably, and did not reply.

……

Qiao Yimo woke up at less than seven o'clock the next morning.

Get up and do a simple wash, change into comfortable home clothes, put on a thin shawl, make hot tea, and take your notebook to the small terrace courtyard.

Open the notebook, log in to WeChat, open the WeChat dialog box that looks like a cartoon miniature faceless man, squat into the hanging chair, drink tea slowly, and wait patiently.

Even in the boredom of waiting, the corners of Qiao Yimo's mouth could unconsciously pull a faint smile, a silent heart with no joy or sorrow, jumping and bouncing alive under the left heart.

Qiao Yimo also often feels scared and heartbroken because of such unprovoked real joy...

Probably because of the fear of such reality, but it is not real.

Probably also afraid that one day they will be completely lost.

Just as Qiao Yimo waited until his eyes were a little blank, a video invitation popped up.

Qiao Yimo sat up straight and accepted the invitation.

Soon, a tender red face with curly hair appeared in the video frame.

Qiao Yimo's eyes glowed with joy, and he reached out and tapped the little face on the screen.

"Little Momo..."

The little guy was lying on the computer desk, his little head was shaking, his black and white big eyes were fixed on Qiao Yimo, and he called her softly with his small mouth.

Qiao Yimo looked at Jingyao, and after she was overjoyed, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with the little guy. She frowned slightly, knowing that the little guy couldn't read, so she raised her hand and gestured with gestures that he could understand as much as possible.

It's just that before she finished the competition, the little guy was too lazy to look at her with his eyelids open and said, "Xiao Momo, I'm sick. The doctor who saw me said it was a strange disease."

Qiao Yimo's heart tightened suddenly, and his whole body tensed up.

The little guy sighed, blinked at Qiao Yimo harmlessly, and said slowly, "I don't know what to say, but Daddy told me that it was because I missed someone too much, so I was sick in my heart. lovesickness
. "

Qiao Yimo, "..."

(End of this chapter)