Thinking of this, Jiang Xiuxiu looked a little sad and sighed in her heart.

Qiao Liang asked Jiang Xiuxiu to sit down, poured her a glass of water, and said, "Xiuxiu, take a rest and get yourself something to eat. I have to go to the dinner party. Let's have a good chat when we come back."

Jiang Xiuxiu nodded and smiled softly at Qiao Liang: "Brother Qiao, go ahead, drink less and eat more vegetables."

"Well, okay." Qiao Liang smiled at Jiang Xiuxiu, then closed the door and went downstairs.

After Qiao Liang left, Jiang Xiuxiu drank a few sips of hot water and saw that the room was a bit messy, then started to clean it up.

When cleaning up the bedroom, Jiang Xiuxiu stared at the big bed in a daze for a long time. I wonder if any other women have slept in this bed since Qiao Liang came to live there? Qiao Liang is single, and with such strong energy, he can't sleep without a woman.

Can you bear this kind of suffering?

Thinking of the ferocity of Qiao Liang torturing herself to death on this bed, Jiang Xiuxiu couldn't help but her heart beat faster, and her fair face flushed.

The past time is unforgettable, but the past can only be the past. Jiang Xiuxiu sighed, bent down and picked up the pillow and hugged it in her arms. She deeply smelled the once extremely familiar taste and breath, and her eyes couldn't help but get wet...

After thinking about it for a long time, Jiang Xiuxiu began to tidy up the bedroom. After finishing it, Jiang Xiuxiu looked at the bedside table and blinked. If Qiao Liang had brought other women to live here, there might be something on the bedside table.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiuxiu opened the drawer of the bedside table. There was nothing inside except a small, exquisitely carved wooden box.

Jiang Xiuxiu took out the wooden box and admired it, and couldn't help but become interested. Why did Qiao Liang put this on the bedside table? What's in it?

Jiang Xiuxiu gently opened the wooden box and found a diary inside.

Jiang Xiuxiu frowned. She had never heard that Qiao Liang had the habit of keeping a diary. Why is this on the bedside table? Whose diary is this? What is in it?

Out of curiosity, Jiang Xiuxiu hesitated for a moment, then took out her diary and started to read it——

Looking at it, Jiang Xiuxiu was stunned, her eyes were wide open, and her body began to tremble, oh, the cake seller, the cake seller...
Chapter completed!