After holding Qiao Mengxing's hand, she poked her head and looked in the corridor.
Qiao Mengxing became even more confused: "Yaoyao, what are you looking for?"
"Where is my brother? Didn't he go to find you? Did you come back with my brother?"
Qiao Mengxing doesn't want to face Zhou Zeyi now, let alone mention her.
But this seems difficult.
Because Zhou Zeyi is Gu Wanyao's brother, even if they break up, he will never look up again.
Seeing that Qiao Mengxing remained silent, Gu Wanyao shook his hands and asked emotionally: "What am I asking you? Has my brother come back with you?"
"No, what happened?"
At this moment, she suddenly understood that even if Zhou Zeyi betrayed her.
She also didn't want anything to happen to Zhou Zeyi.
Because if he is not good, Gu Wanyao will also feel sad.
She didn't want to see her best friend looking so sad.
Gu Wanyao took a breath and then said with choked sobs: "Mengmeng, it's great that you are still alive, but my brother... I don't know what's going on with my brother now."
Qiao Mengxing was so frightened by Gu Wanyao's inexplicable words: "Yaoyao, what happened, tell me quickly."
Before Gu Wanyao could speak, Huo Sijue took the initiative and said: "The hotel where you were staying abroad suddenly caught fire, and no one survived. Before you returned home, we thought you and Zhou Zeyi were both killed."
Qiao Mengxing suddenly felt her head buzzing.
"Zhou Zeyi is still in that hotel, he didn't leave at all." She said with red eyes.
Gu Wanyao raised his head in shock. When he looked at her, his eyes were full of tears: "Aren't you with my brother? Why is he still in the hotel when you come back?"
Qiao Mengxing was completely confused now.
She was very angry when she saw Zhou Zeyi kissing another woman.
But I never thought about letting him die.
When she learned that he was killed, she suddenly suffered from angina.
She wanted to tell Gu Wanyao the truth clearly, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't even pronounce a syllable.
She has never been so sad.
"Yao Yao, I don't believe there's a fire in the hotel, I don't believe it." After a while, she was finally able to speak.
But the whole person was still in a state of hazy nightmare.
Gu Wanyao said: "You can search for news. Just search for the hotel you booked and you will see the news."
Qiao Mengxing did so.
She took out her phone and searched for the news.
Seeing the familiar building surrounded by fire, her hands were shaking violently.
After the video ended, she saw a row of white fonts on the screen.
None of the hotel's hundreds of tenants survived.
"Woooooooo..."
Qiao Mengxing burst into tears suddenly.
While crying, she hugged Gu Wanyao and murmured to herself: "If I knew he would die, I wouldn't have said goodbye to him."
"I shouldn't have said those responsible words to him. I should forgive him, as long as he loves me the most."
Gu Wanyao looked at her doubtfully: "Mengmeng, what are you talking about?"
Qiao Mengxing was still immersed in the world of grief. She was trembling and stared at the phone screen and said: "Zhou Zeyi, as long as you come back alive, no matter what you have done, I will forgive you."
"But you can't come back, never come back."
Gu Wanyao looked at her collapsed appearance.
She knew that she wouldn't be able to ask anything until Qiao Mengxing calmed down.