Qiao An didn't know that Mo Kai's face was drawn because of this episode, but Mo Kai's attitude reduced her courage to move forward to a certain extent.

The more I care about it, the more I will think about it, and I can't help but fall into self-doubt. Could it be that I have misjudged that Mo Kai's happiness is not dependent on her.

She was inevitably uneasy in her heart, but fortunately her original intention of wanting to be by his side remained unchanged. Qiao An still went back to Qiao's house and dragged her luggage over.

There were not many things, just a suitcase. Although Qiao Zhen and Ruan Jinshu were inevitably reluctant to leave Qiao's house, they not only did not try to keep them, but on the contrary, they were very open-minded and supportive.

Qiao An spent too many moments in the past two years being grateful, grateful to God for giving her such good parents. And she also knew clearly that what her parents wanted was for her to be happy.

How could she live up to their expectations? At least, she should work hard.

Qiao An dragged the box to Mo Mansion in a positive mood.

The towering, cold place that had daunted her countless times turned out to be the place where she would live next.

Her child and the child's father, Mo Kai, are all here. Just thinking about it, countless colorful bubbles welled up in Qiao An's heart.

Dragging the suitcase directly into Mo Kai's master bedroom.

Originally, he didn't plan to stay in Cannes for long, so Qiao An only had a few pieces of clothes. In addition, in the past few years in Kenya, he was accustomed to keeping everything simple, so the things he brought with him were very few.

When I opened the closet, I found Mo Kai's uniform shirts and suits.

Qiao An's hand paused, somewhat hesitant as to whether it was appropriate to touch his personal space like this, but after thinking for two seconds, he still hung his clothes on the side of his clothes.

Not long after, there were traces of Qiao An in Mo Kai's bedroom. She was a bit brave and fearlessly formally invaded his space.

After cleaning up together, Qiao An went downstairs satisfied.

Zhan Zhan and Xinyi were writing homework for their class on the coffee table in the living room. Qiao An didn't bother them. He sat down on the side of the sofa and took out a pile of materials to look through.

It was about the admission brochures for various primary schools in Kangcheng. The flowers were so charming that Qiao An thought it would be better to wait for Mo Kai to come back to discuss it with him.

Time ticked by, and Mo Kai didn't come back until dinner time. Qiao An was bored and scrolling through Weibo, but a headline caught her attention.

Mo Kai appeared at the premiere of a movie, and the heroine of that movie was Schumann.

At first glance, the pictures are taken by passers-by. Even if the man is shot casually with no blind angle at 360 degrees, it looks like a pictorial.

As for the next text, Qiao An had no interest in reading it anymore, so she put away her phone and went back to her room.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Mo Kai came back in the night cover. He looked in the direction of the bedroom, and there was still a shadowy light.

He paused for a long time and turned around to enter the study, but he found it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

He lit up a cigarette and let it burn on his fingertips. He took a deep breath like a catharsis. The feeling of nicotine filling his chest didn't make him feel any better.

After lowering his eyes and thinking for a long time, he quickly put out the unburned cigarette, pulled off his tie and headed towards the master bedroom.

Lying on the bed was the "culprit" who made him feel frightened and confused.

Mo Kai came closer, and when the haunted face clearly fell into his retina, he was caught off guard again.

Qiao An fell asleep, but even in her sleep, tears still flowed down her cheeks, and the pillowcloth was soaked.

Indescribable emotions arose in Mo Kai's heart, and his heart ached like needles. He couldn't tell whether he felt more irritated or more distressed and pity.

Joan was like a huge mystery to him.

He could no longer understand her. Even if she was close at hand and within reach, he still couldn't understand her thoughts, let alone the reason why she cried for her in her sleep.

Is it because she even has ridiculous thoughts because of that man who makes her feel great?


Chapter completed!