Chapter 16 Death Day Before her mother passed away, what delicious food had she not tasted?

Although these meals were a bit simple, they were more delicious than all the delicacies she had eaten in the past twenty years. The most important thing was that they tasted like home. When she was kicked out of home by her father and stepmother, her grandmother gave her a

Home, how could he understand how much she cherished this feeling?

Did he try to understand her, try to understand her?

"What's wrong with you?" He frowned, thinking that she couldn't stand him and was in a bad mood to express her anger at him.

Qu Qianxi said nothing, poured the remaining meat in the pot into his own bowl, and turned to watch TV.

Lian Munian took a sip, feeling extremely unhappy. No one had ever dared to wink at him like this. Who did she think she was?

The sweetness of the food in my mouth has completely changed my taste. Looking at the food in the bowl, I feel nervous. How can I find food that is poorly prepared and delicious?

He put down the bowl, picked up his handbag and went upstairs without saying a word.

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In the morning, he appeared in the living room neatly dressed, no longer picking up the dishes and eating with her as usual.

After what happened that night, he hadn't had a meal with her for a week. For this reason, Qu Qianxi smiled helplessly. This man really couldn't stand the anger at all.

Therefore, every time after the two have a cold war, she always takes the initiative to reconcile.

The atmosphere between the two of them has not been very good for a while. Qu Qianxi has no intention of taking the initiative to reconcile this time and has no plans to compromise for the time being. She is very hard-core. Sometimes she even thinks that their relationship has not been good at all during this time.

Is this development because she can't lose face?

Although she secretly vowed not to give up some time ago.

He paused and glanced at the woman who was dining, and said in an indifferent tone, "Grandpa called a few days ago and asked us to go back. Please prepare yourself and we will go there next Saturday."

Her hand holding the silver chopsticks froze, but she quickly resumed eating as if nothing had happened, "I'm not free next Saturday, let's do it on Sunday."

He frowned, always feeling that she was angry with him. He suddenly felt that she was too stingy and ignorant, and his tone couldn't help but take on a commanding tone, "There is a bidding on Sunday and I can't leave. I will pick you up on Saturday."

His impatient words made her heart choke, but her tone remained calm and consultative, "Except for next Saturday, you can choose any other time."

"I won't be free until next Sunday. You can apologize to Grandpa yourself and then choose a time."

Lian Munian didn't bother to vent his anger with her, so he left without saying a word, leaving Qu Qianxi with a solemn expression alone in a daze in the huge living room.

She smiled bitterly.

How could he know that she had never been angry with him, let alone what kind of day next Saturday would be for her.

And she will never forget that day in her life, because that day she lost everything.

December 24, Christmas Eve, her mother’s death anniversary.

When her mother was alive, it hurt her to the core because they were so similar, both talented and intelligent, equally interested in design, and equally arrogant and delicate.

She naturally loves her mother, but after her death, she never visits her except on December 24th every year.

She was afraid of letting her down. It had been 12 years and she still hadn't gotten back the company that her mother had worked so hard to build from the hands of her father and the two mothers and daughters.
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