Lord’s Little Vixen is Cruel Again

How did Qiao Yu know the original owner's favorite style? In his memory, before returning home, the original owner had no contact with the people of the Qiao family, and the original owner only met Qiao Yu after returning to the Qiao family.

If it is a coincidence, then what happened to this fairy tale book?

When the original owner was young, he had read fairy tale books written by children in the same village. At that time, the original owner had always yearned for stories in fairy tales, and had always hoped to have a fairy tale book, but the original owner did not dare to mention it to his adoptive parents.

As soon as the original owner came to Qiao's house, there was already a fairy tale book in the room. The original owner was already 15 years old at the time. Normally, would someone put a fairy tale book in the room of a 15-year-old child? One could be a coincidence, but the books on the bookshelf are almost all fairy tale story books.

Then contact what Gu Yejue said, that is to say, Qiao Yu has always known the original owner's preferences, how did Qiao Yu know?

Thinking about it, Qiao Xi got up and went to the study, opened the drawer of the desk, and there was a pink book in it. Qiao Xi took the book in her hand and returned to the sofa.

Open the notebook.

July 8, X018, sunny

It has been two years since I came to my house, my parents have been very kind to me these two years, but I am still afraid of them, and I am even more afraid that all this is just a dream. When I wake up from the dream, I still lie there. in the pigsty.

This book is the original owner's diary, which records some of the original owner's little things or things that he has experienced. Regarding the fact that he was bullied, the original owner did not mention anything in the diary.

When she flipped through a certain page, Qiao Xi paused. This page was not written with a date like the other pages, but a paragraph of text was written. It can be seen from the text that it was written in a hurry.

Compared with the previous writing, the writing on this page can be said to be very scribbled, but it can be judged that it is the original owner's handwriting.

‘I don’t want to forget my brother, the person who treats me best in this world is my brother. '

Qiao Xi looked at this text and was very puzzled, but when she turned to the next page, it was a normal narrative.

Qiao Xi tried hard to recall the memories belonging to the original owner, but no matter how she looked back, she couldn't find anything related to Qiao Yu, or Qiao Yu's kindness to the original owner. In her memory, Qiao Yu had always been indifferent to the original owner.

Forget? Qiao Xi mumbled these two words unconsciously.

Why did you mainly use the word 'forget'? Could it be that the memory of the original owner is incomplete? The memory belonging to Qiao Yu is gone?

Qiao Xi thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of a reason, but the only thing that was certain was that Qiao Yu was not as indifferent to the original owner as he remembered, whether it was the passage in the diary or the decoration of the room based on the original owner's preferences, There are also well-prepared story books.

Recalling what Gu Yejue said before, Qiao Xi felt that Gu Yejue must know something. Thinking of this, Qiao Xi got up and walked to the elevator without even packing her luggage.

The second floor is the guest room. No one else lives except Gu Yejue, so only Gu Yejue's door is open.

Qiao Xi arrived at the door of Gu Yejue's room, where the black wolf was helping Gu Yejue pack his luggage, but Gu Yejue was not in the room.

Qiao Xi knocked on the door, and Hei Lang, who was packing up, looked up, stood up when he saw Qiao Xi, and bent slightly towards Qiao Xi, Miss Qiao.

Where's Gu Yejue?

My father is still taking a bath. Before taking a bath, my father told him that if you need him urgently, he doesn't mind if you go directly to the bathroom. He didn't lock the door. After saying this, even Hei Lang lamented his father's brazenness.