"So I think my wife probably got off the car and went to buy you something to eat." Li Cheng made a guess.

Xu Qingcheng is a very observant person, otherwise he would not ask himself this question.

It's even a hit.

Bo Zhiyi has been feeling uncomfortable in his stomach since yesterday.

But no one could persuade him, and he was extremely resistant to the hospital.

It was probably because Bo Zhiyi was in a car accident that year and ended up being paralyzed. No matter what happened these years, he had to bear it alone.

But the doctor has also said countless times that something serious will happen sooner or later if you carry it like this.

Li Cheng thought that he didn't know if Xu Qingcheng could reverse this situation, so when she asked, he explained everything in detail.

He had a subconscious feeling that Xu Qingcheng might be able to reverse all this.

Bo Zhiyi, on the other hand, just listened quietly, looking calm and calm, making it impossible to see any emotions at all.

But Bo Zhiyi's eyes were looking out the window, his eyes were downcast and seemed to be a little complicated.

Stay still for a long time.

...

At that time.

Xu Qingcheng walked through the old alleys of Ancheng.

She was familiar with the food and quickly found the wood-fired wontons she was going for.

This spot is crowded with people, including old neighbors and people who come here to eat.

Xu Qingcheng was given priority because she was pregnant.

I didn't have to wait long before I bought what I wanted, along with some delicious pickles.

After packing, Xu Qingcheng paid and left quietly.

I bought this for Bo Zhiyi. I can’t explain why, it’s just an impulse, and it’s natural to do this.

When Xu Qingcheng walked out of the alley, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She thought it was Bo Zhiyi who was looking for her.

As a result, a very familiar but unfamiliar number appeared on Xu Qingcheng's mobile phone.

After a moment of silence, Xu Qingcheng finally picked up: "Aunt Li."

Wang Jiali's voice came with a smile: "Qingcheng, look ahead at the eight o'clock direction."

Xu Qingcheng looked over subconsciously.

Anseong is a city where old alleys and modern prosperity gather together. On the left hand side there may be century-old buildings, and on the right hand side there may be very modern modern buildings.

The direction at eight o'clock is the most prosperous business district in Anseong.

In the huge floor-to-ceiling window, an intellectual and elegant woman sat like this and said hello to Xu Qingcheng.

Xu Qingcheng naturally knew him, he was the top golden agent in the entertainment industry.

After almost ten years of retirement, she settled in France with Ye Yilu, the Grand Slam Best Actress in the entertainment industry.

Xu Qingcheng saw Wang Jiali and smiled lightly, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

"Qingcheng, she wants to see you." Wang Jiali said straightforwardly.

"We have nothing to say." Xu Qingcheng refused completely.

"You don't have to be like this..." Wang Jiali sighed, "She also knew what happened to the Xu family, so she came back."

Xu Qingcheng remained motionless.

"You also know her temper. It's better for you to come to her than for her to come to you." Wang Jiali advised.

Xu Qingcheng was silent.

"She's in the box." Wang Jiali said again.

"five minutes."

Xu Qingcheng gave time.

Seeing Xu Qingcheng relent, Wang Jiali nodded: "Okay."

Xu Qingcheng didn't say anything and walked directly towards the coffee shop.
Chapter completed!