Chapter 559 Forgot him

The night when Shao Jingmo left Qiao's house, Qiao Qiao had been insomnia in the middle of the night and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

I finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, but I only slept for less than two hours. After waking up at four o'clock in the morning, I could no longer fall asleep.

She didn't turn on the light, tiptoed to get up, groped and put her coat on her body at the end of the bed, and then sat quietly on the tatami in front of the window.

Without the concept of time, I sat until dawn.

Then she got sick.

There is no high fever, no nausea, and no dizziness. It is like an eggplant hit by frost, wilted, unable to lift the energy, and very haggard.

Qiao's mother asked the family doctor to see her. Qiao Qiao did not make any noise or make noise, and she was assigned a doctor throughout the whole process.

A few minutes later, the doctor closed the door and came out. Seeing that Qiao's mother and father were waiting anxiously, the doctor shook his head at the two of them.

Qiao's mother was shocked: "How could it be so serious?"

Qiao's father's face was not much better: "I was talking and laughing last night, so it was so good, how could I do today..."

Last night, not long after Shao Jingmo came out of Mr. Qiao's room, Qiao's father and mother also went in and learned about the divorce.

After Jingcheng opened the door, workers went in one after another.

Only when it's late at night, it's when she's in the worst mood.

Father Qiao immediately stepped forward and asked, "What happened just now? Why did the movement suddenly become so big?"

As soon as he came out, Qiao's mother saw Qiao's face appearing in front of her.

Qiao Qiao was sitting on the bed, with her hair covered with her face very pale, her empty eyes staring at a certain place for a long time, and her state of neither sad nor happy made Qiao's mother feel distressed.

In addition to the signature, there is also a date.

The worker asked, "Then which ones do we move?"

Jingcheng nodded: "Yes."

Qiao Qiao looked up at Jingcheng, and the tension on his face was conveying to her that there was something very important under this covered frame.

The worker looked up and saw a young girl standing at the door, and kindly reminded: "Please avoid valuables."

"Two years ago, one year ago... and the day before I came to Beijing to pick me up..."

"It's not your final decision whether there is any need!" Qiao Qiao waved Jing Cheng's blocking arm and entered the 'secret room'.

Qiao Qiao has hidden her emotions very well recently, especially in front of her parents and grandpa. She looks almost the same as usual, and in the company, so no one knows how unhappy she is.

"I see that after spending the past few months, Wang Yun really fell in love with Jing Mo, otherwise he wouldn't be so reluctant to leave." Qiao's father's tone was full of regret: "It's a pity that he has a short relationship with Jing Mo."

Before the servant finished speaking, Qiao Qiao suddenly stepped forward and walked towards the other side.

Qiao's mother frowned: "Is it because of Jing Mo?"

Qiao Qiao retorted, no wonder she only felt that her gestures in the painting should be gesticking, but she couldn't remember what the scene was. It turned out that it was the first month she first arrived in Beijing. She opened a barber shop and had no business, and then she went out to attract customers by herself with a shameless face.

As soon as these words were spoken, Qiao's mother and Qiao's father breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Jing Cheng explained in a clumsy manner: "This is the third master's personal belonging, which is very expensive. I hope the eldest lady will not make things difficult for her and let the workers I brought to move the things away smoothly."

"Um."

But when she really opened it, she regretted it again.

Jingcheng was silent.

She slowly reached out her hand, trying to touch the oil painting, but her hands trembled gently in the air.

The workers all responded.

"This is not clear. I guess I can move them all tonight, and I'll wait until I'm finished..."

Date, she forgot to look at the date.

Qiao's mother nodded: "I'm watching the process. You can get a divorce certificate tonight at the latest. Our lovers are finally free."

Qiao Qiao walked in, and Jingcheng stopped her: "Miss, there is no need."

"Yun, listen to your mother, the road ahead is still so long, so don't waste it all on him."

The only thing that can be confirmed is that this painting was painted by Shao Jingmo, and the signature is below: Ink.

Just see it, anyway, I should have been seen by the eldest lady, at least he thought so.

The servant looked at Qiao Qiao's face and said carefully: "I heard that the Third Master is going to move out of the Qiao family. Those people are invited by the Third Master from the moving company."

Qiao Qiao was distracted, and Qiao's mother's voice brought her back to reality. She slowly raised her head and looked at Qiao's mother, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Mom."

Jingcheng knew very well that since he had violated the Third Master's intention and let the eldest lady see his secret, it would be against it.

"How long will it take to move?"

Qiao Qiao recited the signature and date under each oil painting over and over again. Every time she recited it, she would have a drop of tears.

Qiao Qiao: "Moving..."

Qiao's mother didn't expect her daughter to suddenly have such a big emotional reaction because of the few words she said.

Qiao Qiao withdrew her gaze from looking at the painting and turned to Jingcheng: "What do you mean is there a portrait of me inside?"

Qiao Qiao: "What if I insist on seeing it?"

Qiao Qiao turned around and said, "You said the oil painting just now?"

Qiao Qiao asked: "Why can't you watch it?"

It didn't work openly, so she had to come in secret.

...

Qiao Qiao left her face and Qiao's mother's hand fell down.

Hearing this hoarse voice, Qiao's mother's heart was about to break. She sat down beside the bed and reached out to scoop Qiao's face: "What are you worried about? Can you tell your mother?"

The doctor said: "My worries are too serious. Her condition did not appear today. I guess it has lasted for a few days."

"Gong..." Qiao's mother wanted to speak but stopped. Seeing that her daughter was in a very bad mood, she felt extremely distressed: "When it comes to him, you can still be as calm as you want. When you say he is not good, you will be emotionally out of control and he will have too much impact on you."

Qiao Qiao raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks: "What else?"

Father Qiao and mother Qiao looked at each other and looked at each other.

Qiao's mother said to the doctor unhappy: "Just say it directly, I have to shake my head, which scared me so much that I thought it was such a serious disease."

Qiao Qiao looked at that direction: "Did they just come?"

Qiao's mother looked calm and said, "Okay, it's a foregone conclusion, so don't mention it again. Although the doctor just said that Feng Xiao's condition is heart disease and needs heart medicine, the doctor also said that time is also the best medicine to cure heart disease. When he leaves, everything will return to the right track. Over time, Feng Xiao will gradually forget him, and maybe he will forget it in one or two years."

Qiao's father and mother also knew about Qiao Qiao's divorce and Shao Jingmo.

Qiao Qiao's eyes were red: "You go out!"

Jingcheng's voice came.

The place she couldn't get into was today when Shao Jingmo's bodyguard took people in to move things in a huge way. She felt mixed feelings.

A huge oil painting is embedded in the frame, and the person on the portrait is her, her every frown and smile is almost lifelike.

There are about fifteen or sixteen paintings in my sight, most of which are oil paintings and a few are sketches, all framed by frames, and the visual scenes almost shocked Qiao Qiao.

"When you promised to marry you, there was no hesitation, and when you filed for divorce, there was no hesitation. What does this mean? This means that you are not important in his eyes from beginning to end, and he didn't take you seriously at all."

Soon, two workers carried a frame out because the frame was covered with a burgundy velvet cloth, and no one knew what was under the velvet cloth.

They are all moving workers hired by professional companies, so they will naturally not cause trouble.

"Gong." Qiao's mother walked to the bed.

At this time, four movers stood in Shao Jingmo's bedroom. Jingcheng stood at the innermost point. He would say something wherever he pointed: "Don't touch these, and don't touch these."

She was always curious and asked Shao Jingmo if she could give her a privilege and let her go in and see what rare treasures were hidden inside.

She has been suppressing her and has never let these suppressions be vented, so she feels extremely painful inside and even repeatedly tortures herself.

At that time, Qiao Qiao was standing at the door, and she watched the workers enter the compartment one after another. She remembered that she had been to Shao Jingmo's bedroom many times and knew that there was a compartment, but she needed a key to get in.

Qiao's mother pushed the door and came in.

The oil painting has been seen by Qiao Qiao, and Jing Cheng is not too panicked. If he hadn't deliberately let the water go, Qiao Qiao wouldn't have the chance to lift the velvet cloth.

Qiao's mother looked unhappy: "I mentioned Jing Mo, and Feng almost turned against me."

Jingcheng ran over and blocked Qiao Qiao with his body.

Qiao Qiao lowered her eyes and whispered: "So after I arrived in the capital, my uncle has been paying attention to me."

Father Qiao was not angry: "It's now, why are you talking about Jing Mo? Are you afraid that Feng will never forget him in this life?"

"The eldest lady probably thinks that she is lucky and everything goes smoothly in the capital, but in fact, many things are settled by the Third Master for you, and many messes are secretly cleaned up by the Third Master for you. The Third Master has done a lot of things for you."

Qiao Qiao didn't say anything. She bent her knees and hugged her legs, rested her chin on her knees, and made a heavy sob sound from her nose.

She was very eager to know what was under the velvet cloth.
To be continued...