My iceberg smiled

Chapter 444 You Are Not Here

Han Qianxiao's "thinking" was taken for granted, after all, the other party was really well disguised and did not reveal any flaws.

She is more suitable to be an "undercover" than her "undercover".

Logically speaking, if Han Mochen had been waiting for himself to admit it, he should continue to bear it.

Forbearance pretended not to know her, forbearance to work and live step by step as usual, and treat her calmly.

But just now the other party appeared in her room out of nowhere, saw her who had just come out of the bathroom, hugged her in his arms, and confided all his heart, what's going on?

When Han Qianxiao was confused, Han Mochen's mood was much more relaxed than before.

Instead of being too excited and on the verge of collapse, he picked up a coat hanging on the hanger and put it on for the girl who was only wearing a small vest.

Slowly said: "I came back in the early morning last night, but you were not here."

These words, like a catalyst, reacted in Han Qianxiao's mind, mixing everything from last night to this morning, and made her understand everything.

The reason why this man can endure until now is because she has never left Han's house in the past two months.

As long as she stays at Han's house, Han Mochen will feel at ease, even if Han Mochen doesn't come back occasionally because of work, but when he comes home again, he can always see her as a "little maid", which makes him happy of.

However, yesterday she left Han's house because she had to take care of the injured Anan.

Han Mochen, who came back early in the morning, failed to see his little maid, and suddenly panicked.

He didn't dare to disturb his grandparents, nor did he want to bother Uncle Zhuo.

He was afraid that the fact that he had finally convinced himself in his heart would turn into a dream again.

Late last night, he was sitting in a certain maid's room, in a daze, thinking about the past two months.

Smelling the smell that belonged to her on the bed, I asked myself: Is this still a dream?
One hour, two hours, three hours...

Han Mochen just waited until dawn.

During this long night, he didn't even change his sitting position.

I don't know since when, he is prone to sit in a daze, and sometimes he can sit for a whole day.

Maybe it's from six years ago...

Or maybe it started from the moment when his spirit was not right.

He knew that this state was unacceptable, so he quickly adjusted his emotions, took a few deep breaths, and even wandered repeatedly in the corridor of Han's house.

Zhuo Qiu was sent out on a business trip by him and was not by his side.

So last night, he was alone like a fool, waiting anxiously, in a trance, worrying about gains and losses.

It wasn't until the morning, after he hadn't slept all night, that he went back to wash his face, and when he came out again and heard some movement in this room, he pushed the door open and entered.

Han Qianxiao knew everything after that.

A person in a trance caught a glimpse of the training uniform with a little blood on the ground, and his face became cold.

After going through a night of mental breakdown and dragging, it is naturally unbearable to be stimulated like this.

All the emotions accumulated in these days have been vented out together, without any trace of forbearance.

When I said it boldly, a certain stone in my heart was lightened all of a sudden.

A certain young master who revealed all his thoughts, then carefully checked the girl's front and back, as if checking whether the poached fried egg in the pan was broken, with a heinous seriousness.

(End of this chapter)