The people from the Qiao family should have cleaned up. The trash can was filled with various gift boxes, empty wine bottles and fruit shells. In the garbage, his eyes were sharply aimed at one place. A bouquet of flowers and a black swan cake package that had not been opened were probably thrown out. Through the transparent part of the cake package, you can see that the cake inside had been deformed. The flowers that were still charming when he received them in the morning were scattered all over the ground, some flowers had been trampled, and the gold-plated cards had been torn in half and threw them at the miserable flowers at will.

At that moment, he was standing there as if someone had a hole in his mouth, unable to move at all. The joy in his heart and the beauty that had fantasized were beaten to pieces, and instead he seemed to be slapped hard on the face and threw a loud slap.

He stood there for a long time before he stepped forward, squatted down and picked up the bouquet of flowers.

Indeed, that bouquet of flowers was not worth much to Qiao Anhao, and it was not much money to him now, but for him at that time, it was his reward for several episodes of a play.

The drizzle became heavier. He wanted to sort out the flowers, as if that was the case, and he could restore his scattered heart, but it was useless. The beautiful flowers were thrown too hard and trampled too badly. As soon as he touched his fingers, the petals fell all over the ground. Finally, there was only a large bunch of bare branches left in his hand.

His fingertips trembled for a long time before picking up the cards torn in half and putting them together. The sentence he wrote, "Jinnian with you, will be safe." It was a bit confusing because of the erosion of the rain.

He didn't know how long he had been squatting there. Suddenly, there was a sound of parking behind him. Then the door was opened, and footsteps sounded, and finally he stopped behind him: "Sorry, disturb me."

He calmed down and stood up slowly, holding the branches of the bouquet of flowers in his hand. He turned around and saw that the person coming was the butler of the Xu family.

Before the butler could say anything, he pointed to the car behind him and said, "Please go with me to a place, the lady wants to see you."

He naturally knew that the wife in the housekeeper referred to Han Ruchu. Han Ruchu had always hated him until death. When he saw him, he stood there without moving.

The butler was not in a hurry, and then said, "Madam, I'll tell you about Miss Anhao."

"Miss Anhao", these four words were like a weakness, and they snatched his lifeline. He drooped his eyes and got into the car.

The housekeeper drove him to a private club, but the one who led him to the club's monitoring room.

There was no one in the surveillance room, only Han Ruchu. She was dressed gorgeously and was in front of her. In front of her, she recognized everyone inside with just one glance, Xu Jiamu, Qiao Anhao, Qiao Anxia, ​​Zhao Meng, and some friends he also knew.

The butler waited for him to enter and closed the door.

There were only him and Han Ruchu in the surveillance room. He did not say hello to Han Ruchu. Han Ruchu didn't mind. He smiled gracefully and proudly, without even looking at him, and threw a sentence: "You like Qiao Qiao."

Her words were affirmative, and she didn't even have a trace of doubt.
Chapter completed!