The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

After dinner, Qiao Anhao accompanied Mi Ai and walked on the street with a suitcase. The air outside was chilly, and the snow was still falling slowly, falling on the ground, accumulating bit by bit. thicken.

She pinched the coat, took off the scarf around her neck, and put it on Mi Ai's neck.

"Ming Hai is very cold now, you should wear more clothes." Qiao Anhao reminded.

Mi Ai touched the scarf, and said with a smile, "Ann, don't worry. It's getting late, let's go early today, and we'll get together next time when we come out." Needless to say, they understand each other well.

There is always someone in this world who knows you better than yourself.

"Okay, let's call." Qiao Anhao made a phone call and whispered to her ear,

"Ok!"

Mi Ai is indeed a little tired, and she has been together with Qiao Anhao for so long today, and she also chatted a lot, but seeing Qiao Anhao's current state, Mi Ai feels that she is already very good.

At least it has been resurrected with full blood, hasn't it?

Qiao Anhao sent Mi Ai to the car, and took a taxi back by herself. She sat in the back seat, watching the dim lights in the city, everything seemed so strange and familiar.

She has been out of prison for a few months, and she has gradually gotten used to it now.

It was already very late when I returned to Lu's house, but the street lights in the manor were still on for her. For some reason, her heart suddenly became warm. She walked quickly and entered the house.

The temperature inside the house was many times warmer than outside. When Uncle Lin saw her coming back, he came up to greet her, "Miss Qiao, why is it so late today?" He was more or less worried about Qiao Anhao.

"Uncle Lin, why are you still awake?" Qiao Anhao asked in surprise.

Uncle Lin shook his head, looked at her lovingly, and said softly, "I'm going to bed right away. Miss Qiao, you should also go to bed early, and I'll reheat the milk for you."

Qiao Anhao was touched by Uncle Lin's actions, she knew that Uncle Lin was waiting for her.

This feeling of being cared about is really good.

"No need, Uncle Lin, go to bed. I'll heat the milk myself."

"Hot milk is not a troublesome thing, it's the same when I come here." Uncle Lin smiled and comforted him, "Miss Qiao, go take a bath and warm up."

Looking at Uncle Lin like this, Qiao Anhao suddenly didn't know what to say, so she nodded slightly and said, "Uncle Lin, I will call back in advance next time. Next time, Uncle Lin, don't wait."

"Okay, Miss Joe."

Qiao Anhao felt that Uncle Lin's concern for her was genuine, so she was willing to return the same concern.

She went upstairs to take a shower, and when she came out, there was already a cup of steaming milk in the room, obviously Uncle Lin had boiled the milk and brought it in.

She walked over to pick up the glass, her palms were warmed by the milk, and she couldn't help but take a sip, as if it warmed her heart.

The phone rang, and she walked to the bed to take a look. It was Lu Yicheng calling.

She hesitated for a moment, then accepted.

There was no talking, but steady and gentle breathing. Qiao Anhao didn't speak while swirling the milk in the glass. In fact, she didn't know what to say.

It always feels like there is a little more gap that is not clear.

After a while, Lu Yicheng said, "Qiao Anhao, have you had your milk today?" His voice was low and hoarse, which was different from usual.