"Don't you have an explanation for coming back so late? Where have you been? The surveillance shows that you haven't been at home since the morning."
"Something happened to my family, so I went home to take care of the funeral." She sniffed and felt sour.
"Something happened? Cooking aftermath? Is someone dead in your family?" It seems to be true." As far as he knows, there is no one in her family, right? Her father went to the drug rehabilitation center, and her mother was the only one left, and they were so young.
Listening to his disbelieving tone, Xia Zhanqiao tightened the quilt, turned his back to him, and stopped talking.
Su Jinyu hugged her from behind, and Xia Zhanqiao twisted her body slightly.
He hugged her again and warned her in her ear, "You are my woman, don't try to get rid of me."
Xia Zhanqiao closed his eyes tightly and begged, "Can we not do it today? I feel bad."
Su Jinyu was stunned for a moment, and then she let go rarely, "I will spare you today, I will not force women."
Xia Zhanqiao nodded, her mind was in a mess, today was a nightmare for her, no matter how much she hated her father's current mess, but she had never hated him, the picture of the happy family in the past had been hovering in her mind, making her uneasy and uncomfortable.
Finally survived the middle of the night, but was awakened by a nightmare.
Her mouth was so dry that she jumped out of bed and poured herself a glass of water to drink, no longer sleepy, so she had to sit on the balcony to cool off.
Holding the notebook on his lap, he uploaded his novel.
This novel website is quite famous, such a place where great gods gather, she came to mix a kick, I don't know if she can mix it up, after all, it is the first time to write, a newcomer, not very easy to mix.
There is also a blog function in the background of the novel, she opened it and wrote this paragraph, "It is a meteor, it passes by in the blink of an eye, I don't know where it is going, maybe there are a lot of this, but you will never see the same one again."
Xia Zhanqiao is now twenty-five years old, this age is not seventeen or eighteen years old to advocate romantic fantasy, the novel she wrote is not a pink dream world, it is a very unpopular and realistic subject, very suitable for her.
In the morning, the moment Su Jinyu opened his eyes, he was sure that there was no one around him.
He poked his head and saw the shadow on the balcony, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.