Xu Qiaoqiao was taken to the top-floor suite by the man in a daze.

Until Xu Qiaoqiao lay on the bed, she had not recovered.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that things were not that simple. It seemed that some thoughts had poured into Xu Qiaoqiao's mind, but when she was about to grab something, the sleepiness that kept sweeping through her interrupted her thinking.

Forget it, there is nothing to think about. What's there to be afraid of when she's alone?

Thinking of this, Xu Qiaoqiao smiled bitterly, retreated into the quilt, and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

After listening to Qin Yun’s report, Mu Ci frowned and nodded and said, “Things are done well, so you can go ahead first if you can.”

Qin Yun retreated with joy in his heart. Mu Ci put down the documents in his hand and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window looking down at the bustling street. His thoughts floated to nowhere.

...

the next day……

Mu Ci bought the cake that Xu Qiaoqiao liked the most when he was amnesia, and went straight to the room that Qin Yun told him last night.

The doorbell rang and the door opened soon.

Mu Ci didn't go to see Xu Qiaoqiao's expression, and walked into the room on his own and placed the cake on the table: "Qiaoqiao is your favorite cake before. I thought you were finally discharged from the hospital, so I would like to celebrate."

Seeing that there was no sound, Mu Ci looked at Xu Qiaoqiao.

Xu Qiaoqiao kept opening the door, looking at herself with a frosty face. Her posture obviously looked like she didn't welcome herself.

"I know you don't want to see me. I put the cake here. If you remember to eat it, I will leave first." Mu Ci was also bored by himself, put down the cake and left.

After Mu Ci left, Xu Qiaoqiao closed the door. The whole show was like Mu Ci's own one-man show. As another protagonist, Xu Qiaoqiao was like an outsider throughout the whole process, not even moving his mouth.

Xu Qiaoqiao looked at the cake on the table and pursed her lips tightly. The moment she saw Mu Ci, Xu Qiaoqiao knew that everything she had last night was also written by Mu Ci.

After all, which manager would have so generously paid out of his own pocket to let customers live in such a luxurious suite?

Xu Qiaoqiao returned to the room and quickly packed her luggage. She took the room card to go downstairs to change the room, and she also carried the cake sent by Mu Ci.

Xu Qiaoqiao handed the card to the front desk, who looked at the card and asked in confusion: "Hello, Miss, are there any problems?"

"I want to change rooms, thank you." Xu Qiaoqiao smiled politely at the front desk.

"I'm sorry, my wife, you can't change your room." The front desk looked at her apologetically.

"Okay, I understand." Xu Qiaoqiao didn't have trouble with the front desk. She knew that this must be the one who made Mu Ci.

Xu Qiaoqiao threw the cake into the trash can without any nostalgia, and returned to the room with the room card.

Xu Qiaoqiao knew very well that no matter how he changed the hotel, he would never escape Mu Ci. It would be better to stay in this well without wasting his energy.

What Xu Qiaoqiao didn't know was that her behavior just now was clearly seen by Mu Ci, who was sitting in the car. He smiled bitterly, lowered his head in frustration, and held the steering wheel tightly with his strength.

Another day passed, and as Xu Qiaoqiao expected, Mu Ci came again this day.

This time, Mu Ci brought one of the paintings that Xu Qiaoqiao painted when she was amnesia, and he was sitting next to her at that time.

The painting shows two quiet and beautiful villains sitting in a sea of ​​flowers, and they are closely attached to each other, and happiness and sweetness are about to overflow from the canvas.

These paintings have always been treasured by Mu Ci in the safe. If it weren't for trying to please Xu Qiaoqiao like this, he might never have taken them out in his life.

I still remember when Xu Qiaoqiao was painting this painting, she snuggled on his shoulders like the person on the painting. She looked up at him: "Mu Ci, I hope we can be together forever and never be separated."

"Okay." Mu Ci looked at her with pamperingly, and Xu Qiaoqiao's figure reflected in his eyes.

At that time, Xu Qiaoqiao's eyes, which were full of expectations, were still deeply imprinted in Mu Ci's mind.

Mu Ci placed this painting in front of Xu Qiaoqiao: "Look, look, do you still remember that we were sitting on the balcony..."

Before Mu Ci finished speaking, Xu Qiaoqiao grabbed the painting and looked at the two figures on it. She felt even more like she was mocking them now.

Xu Qiaoqiao grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off his figure from the painting.

Xu Qiaoqiao's actions shocked Mu Ci. He didn't expect Xu Qiaoqiao to be so cruel. He strode over to stop Xu Qiaoqiao's actions, but unfortunately it was still too late.

The paper fell on the ground, and the only figure in Mu Ci's painting was left alone.

He picked up the fragments on the ground, looked at Xu Qiaoqiao deeply, and then walked out with the damaged painting without saying anything.

Xu Qiaoqiao looked at her heart without any fluctuations. She looked at all with cold eyes and did not cause any turmoil in her heart.

Now that things have come to this point, no matter what Mu Ci does, she will not give him a look.

It is difficult to reunite the broken mirror. Mu Ci looked at the cut painting on the table. He tried to use glue to stick it, but the drawing paper was too thin and there was no place to start.

Mu Ci even went to find the best restoration expert, and the expert shook his head at him.

"The writing style of this painting is really immature. I am afraid that even if I have the ability to repair it, it will make no sense."

Mu Ci pursed his lips and said nothing.

No one else understands the importance of this painting to him.

Through Mu Ci's attitude, experts guessed that this painting had a profound meaning to him.

"Sir, this painting is a tool to preserve time. But people cannot always stay in the past. People will become. Even if you ask someone to draw another picture, you will not be able to draw the previous feeling." The expert couldn't help but persuade Mu Ci when he looked at Mu Ci's lost look.

Yes, he was right. Some things could not be kept forcibly, so he thought about the broken mirror. Even if it was put together, it would be a scarred mirror. The once smooth surface could never come back.

...

Mu Ci never came again in the next few days, and Xu Qiaoqiao was also happy.

But for some reason, Xu Qiaoqiao felt inexplicably uncomfortable when she remembered the look when Mu Ci left that day.

The doorbell that had been missing for a long time rang again this day. Xu Qiaoqiao subconsciously thought it was Mu Ci, and she didn't want to open the door, so she pretended to be inaudible and continued to look at her book.

Maybe it was because no one came to open the door for a long time. The people outside the door became impatient and began to slap the door maniaclysm. The noise made Xu Qiaoqiao unable to calm down and forced her anger to walk towards the door.

"Mu Ci, are you finished..."

As soon as he opened the door, he was hit by a big embrace. Then, Jian Anan's enthusiastic voice rang in his ears: "My big baby, have you missed me if you haven't seen me for a few days?"

"Why is An An?" Xu Qiaoqiao had not reacted yet, and was surprised to see Jian An An suddenly visiting.
Chapter completed!