The taxi stopped in front of a two-storey villa, and Yu Qing, sweating profusely, carried the person to the door. After a few short breaths, she asked, ‘What’s the code to your place?’
However, Han Qiuzi leaned in Yu Qing’s arms, her eyes closed, and all that was left was the sound of her breathing.
Yu Qing patted Han Qiuzi’s face, but the other person didn’t react at all.
‘You really are my nemesis!’ Yu Qing looked at the combination lock and tried to press a series of numbers.
‘Drip,’ the door opened.
Yu Qing had pressed the date of their first meeting. She never imagined that after all these years, this idiot still hadn’t changed the code.
She gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and continued to carry Han Qiuzi into the house.
Yu Qing sometimes wonders, fate is really the most teasing thing. Why should two people who are supposed to be parallel lines intersect, leaving pain behind and passing each other by?
If it weren’t for Ye Qisheng’s attention, she might still be an ordinary white-collar worker going to work from nine to five. Such an ordinary person, but she had to get involved with the daughter of the famous Hucheng consortium. It was really the workings of fate.
After throwing Han Qiuzi onto the bed, Yu Qing remembered the filth on her body. Frowning, she hesitated for a long time before deciding to borrow the bathroom here to take a shower first.
She found the spare bathrobe with ease, walked into the bathroom, and everything here had not changed.
After Yu Qing came out, she saw Han Qiuzi lying on the ground, sighed helplessly, and went over to carry her to bed.
As soon as she tried to get up, she was pulled down by a force and slammed onto Han Qiuzi.