After three consecutive nights of nightmares in a week, even taking the sedative drugs secretly bought by someone earlier had no effect. Qiao Chuxia finally decided to take the initiative to find Xu Peizhe, preparing to receive the dual psychological and drug treatment he had always proposed.

"Sorry, Dr. Xu flew to Los Angeles last week to attend a medical conference, and he also has some personal matters to deal with. He may not be in the country in a short time. Before leaving, he asked me to cancel all the upcoming appointments for him, Miss Qiao.

Sorry, I asked you to make this trip in vain."

The assistant lady at Xu Peizhe's studio apologized sincerely to Qiao Chuxia, because she had not been here for a long time and her appointment was no longer in the guest record book, so the assistant did not inform her that Dr. Xu was on vacation recently.

"I didn't call to ask in advance. Thank you very much."

Qiao Chuxia nodded with a smile, grabbed her handbag and left the building, wandering aimlessly on the street. On Monday morning, everyone in the city was busy, except for a homeless person like her.

In this way, she actually walked all the way to the wine that Xu Peizhe brought her to last time. This time she saw it clearly. It turned out that the wine at this time of the night was almost empty. The door was ajar and it was quiet inside.

Qiao Chuxia pushed the door open and walked in. It was dark inside. She stood at the door, hesitating for a moment whether to go in or not.

There was a faint sound of music coming from above her head, and it seemed to be an erhu or other musical instrument. She was stunned for a few seconds, and her legs moved involuntarily again.

Climbing a long and narrow staircase, Qiao Chuxia suddenly opened up in front of her eyes. In a space of dozens of square meters, Qiao Chuxia ignored the sense of guilt of intruding into other people's spaces and looked at the furnishings in front of her.

The complete set of rosewood furniture is antique and combined with the lingering incense, it makes people feel like they have returned to the comfortable afternoon time of the old days. As the saying goes, classics can be carved, but nobility cannot be copied.

Behind the half-closed screen, there was a person lying on the beauty couch, wearing white silk Chinese clothes and trousers. He rested his head on his elbows and slept. When he heard the sound, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he had sensed someone coming in.

Smelling the faint aroma of wine, Qiao Chuxia glanced at it slightly. Sure enough, on the small table beside the couch, there was a silver pot with a slender neck. The lid was opened, and the aroma was fragrant.

"It's snowing this evening, can you have a drink? Summer isn't over yet, are you here to drink with me today?"

The young woman still supported her head and asked softly. Her lazy expression made her profound facial features seem to be foggy. It turned out that not only beauties came out of the bath, but also beauties were so charming just after waking up.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I was passing by and came up when I heard the sound..."

Qiao Chuxia took a step back and looked at the woman in front of her with some embarrassment. She suddenly felt like she had seen her somewhere before, but couldn't remember.

"Hey, I've seen you. One night you came with that pervert who could read people's hearts. The wine he ordered was very expensive, I remember."

The woman tapped her lips with her finger, and an idea flashed in her mind. She actually recognized Qiao Chuxia.

The faint scent of sandalwood mixed into her nostrils. Qiao Chuxia paused for a moment. The smell around her was really good. She took another breath.

"Give me a sip of wine!"

She plucked up the courage to blurt out

When chatting with a strange woman, perhaps only wine is the best way to build up courage.

On the ancient Qinhuai River, girls smiling coquettishly while leaning on the boat, wearing short clothes and gauze skirts, holding the arms of passing men, were begging for a pot of wine to drink. It was a profession and a hobby.

"My wine is fake wine mixed with water..."

The woman opposite giggled and lowered her body. Qiao Chuxia could just see the slight rise and fall of her chest. The alluring curves were fully displayed, and she trembled slightly with her breathing, with the aftertaste of perfume.

Free up a hand, fill her up with a glass, and bring it to her personally

Qiao Chuxia took it, stuck out her tongue, dexterously traced the lip line, sucked it away, and rubbed it in a circle. She was like a few petals that had dried up for a long time. They were inconspicuous at first sight. But if they were soaked in wine, they would come alive in an instant.

"For fake wine, it's best if you think of me as a drunkard. I can still withstand the power of the 'cannon hitting the lantern'"

Feng Jicai has a novel called "The Liquor Woman". The Liquor Woman is poor, but she has to go to the liquor store every day to get a glass of strong liquor to "shoot the lamp." She often drinks it and crosses the street but never gets into trouble. But one day the shop owner's conscience finds out

, if you don’t add water to the wine, the wine woman will drink the wine that day and be hit by a car and die.

"Your mouth is really damaging to me. Can't you tell that this is the best daughter's red?"

The female ** smiled and shook her head. Naturally she knew this allusion. She simply picked up the flask and drank it all by herself.

It turns out that she is not a wine promoter, but the owner of this wine shop, Liao Dingding, a 26-year-old single woman

Same-sex friendships are weird, much weirder than men

Sitting opposite her, the woman held a cup and showed Qiao Chuxia an understanding smile, which confuses all living beings.

There is indeed a faint aura of wind and dust in the corners of the eyebrows and eyes. After wandering around in the field for a long time, the look of seeing everything in the world is uncomfortable, but it is not boring.

On the cheeks is the liquid blush that has become very popular in recent years, rose color, rose fragrance, an erratic touch of red, and charming.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

It was obviously very rude to blurt out, but Qiao Chuxia just wanted to ask, and it was inexplicably attracted to her.

"I have had several men, but I don't know whether to love or not. If love is just physical temptation or a few seconds of happiness, maybe only then will I know what love is."

Qiao Chuxia was startled by her confession. After chewing it for a few times, her heart became calmer and she couldn't help but feel the desire to talk to her.

"Miss Liao, I..."

Liao Dingding waved his hand carelessly, his cheeks became pinker after drinking, and he said drunkenly: "Just call me Dingding."

Qiao Chuxia omitted her name and background and simply recounted her experience, which made Liao Dingding frown.

"Then you still steal things now? Just for the pleasure that comes from being nervous?"

Nodding shyly, Qiao Chuxia clenched her fists and said frankly: "I only steal sanitary napkins, nothing else... I also want to quit, but..."

"Because you were on your period at that time, the pain in your body was naturally transferred to this thing. I have known Xu Peizhe for a long time, and I understand a little bit."

Liao Ding nodded, probably understanding Qiao Chuxia's unspeakable privacy, and pointed it out to the point.

"Then why don't you leave here? Just go anywhere, hide in a southern town, I don't believe it. It's not that easy to find someone in China."

She took a sip of wine and sneered

Qiao Chuxia was startled. She wanted to say something, but she held back the words and chose to remain silent.

Liao Dingding waved his hand, lowered his body and lay down again, and said nonchalantly: "I'm sleepy, you can do whatever you want, but the wine is not open yet, if you are really hungry, you can find something to eat by yourself."

Qiao Chuxia couldn't laugh or cry at her willfulness. She thought about it and put the thin blanket around Liao Dingding on her before leaving, and then tiptoed downstairs.

As soon as I walked out of the night, I saw a car parked at the door. When I saw her walking out, the closed window slowly rolled down, revealing a face.

"Get in the car"

The voice was low, and it was Le Wenyu. Qiao Chuxia's heart suddenly rose to her throat. For some reason, every time she saw him, she couldn't help but think of the terrifying mastiff when she first met him when she was a child.

She subconsciously wanted to run away, but Le Wenyu slapped the steering wheel hard, losing her patience.

When Qiao Chuxia got into the car, Le Wenyu did not start the car immediately. Instead, he glanced at Wu Ye thoughtfully, his eyes twinkling.

Different from Qiao Chuxia's beauty and softness, Le Wenyu's appearance is more like Le Hui, more rugged, with only one eye on his face that is particularly eye-catching, because his biological mother is a Uyghur, and because of this ethnic minority

Bloodline, his eye sockets are very deep

I remember that Hollywood superstar Elizabeth Taylor once insured her "dream violet eyes" for a million dollars, but how did this stunning beauty know that today's girls can wear all kinds of colorful clothes for only a few hundred or tens of dollars?

of colored contact lenses swaggering across the market

It’s hard to tell whether it’s true or not, but Le Wenyu’s eyes are worthy of the name. He studied hard when he was a child, but he was not nearsighted. The older he gets, the more his eyes look like Le Hui’s, hiding a greedy look.

Danger

Le Wenyu's mother was a waitress in an underground casino. She followed Le Hui when he was still in poverty. Before giving birth to Le Wenyu, she aborted three children for Le Hui. When she was pregnant for the fourth time, the doctor said

If you abort it, you will never be a mother again in this life. The woman cried and knelt down for Le Hui, and finally gave birth to a son for him. However, she also died in a small hospital due to massive bleeding. Le Hui was still at the gaming table when he died.

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When Le Wenyu was seven years old, he heard the servants at home talking about this incident. At that time, Le Hui's business gradually improved, and he doted on his only son in every possible way. Little did he know that Le Hui had already been there

I hate my biological father from the bottom of my heart.

"You don't go to work now?"

Qiao Chuxia then turned her face that was originally looking out the window, with a sarcastic but polite expression on her face: "Thanks to your eldest brother Cheng Fei, now I am an unemployed vagrant and a laggard in the country's per capita income.

!”

Le Wenyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled. When a woman faced him, she acted coquettishly to please him, spoke softly, and was coquettish and charming. Being choked by Qiao Chuxia made her feel inexplicably relieved.

Men and women are all the same, they are all cheap, so he comforted himself like this

"I just drove around for a while. There have been so many changes in the past few years. The place where we lived back then had been demolished long ago and invested in an office building..."

Qiao Chuxia lowered her eyelashes, as if she remembered something, and pursed her lips thoughtfully.

"By the way, have you visited the old man over the years? If I'm in a good mood another day, why not buy that cemetery in the suburbs and build a playground? Tsk!"

Le Wenyu rubbed his chin, with a rogue look on his face, and looked sideways at Qiao Chuxia, without any respect for his father in his tone. After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and started the car.

If she had known that he was unfilial, otherwise she would not have done such a thing to her at her biological father's funeral. After all, they were still half-brothers and sisters, yet he could actually do it.

"I need to go home or I'll jump out of the car."

Qiao Chuxia held the car door with one hand and suddenly made a sound. She knew that he had not locked it. The worst she could do was jump out and die. She suddenly gained strength.
Chapter completed!