V4.Chapter 48

Qiao Yuwei took his arm and followed him downstairs with happy steps. He came to the restaurant for breakfast. Qiao Yuwei asked with a smile: "Hey! Let me ask you a question! "

"Ask Lu Yi Min continues to move in the hand, light answer her words.

"If I don't have a job in the future, will you support me?" Qiao Yuwei holds his face in one hand and looks at him with a look of expectation.

"Are you short of money?" Lu Yimin raised his eyelids and asked coldly.

"Isn't that a metaphor? Besides, I think it's good to stay at home now, so I don't plan to go to work any more. "

"Sit and eat and die."

“……”

Qiao language tiny dumb turned a white eye, support chin of hand also took back: "I say you this language teacher is who?"? Is there such a disaster? If you can't talk, just shut up. "

Hearing the speech, Lu Yimin pursed his lips and took back his sight silently, saying nothing more.

After breakfast, Qiao Yuwei got up with him and went to the porch. When he changed his shoes and was ready to go out, he specially told him: "don't forget what I just said! Come back early in the evening and drink less. It's better not to drink. After drinking, Zhai JIAYE will send you back. "

Lu Yimin pauses at the door, deliberately waiting for her to finish before closing the door and driving to the garage to leave the villa.

After watching Lu Yimin leave, Qiao Yuwei comes to the living room and turns on the TV to watch it. At about 10:30, the landline in the villa suddenly rings. Uncle Chen picks it up. It's the security guard at the entrance of the villa, saying that Qiao Yuwei's package is there.

After listening to Uncle Chen's report, Qiao Yuwei was a little surprised. In addition to her close friends, Lu Qiao and his family knew the address. Someone wanted to send something to her. In fact, there was no need to send it by express!

"Uncle Chen, please take it for me." Qiao language tiny a little thought meeting, lift Mou to smile a way.

"Good." Uncle Chen nodded with a smile, took off his apron and went out of the villa door.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Uncle Chen came in with a rectangular package. Qiao Yuwei heard the sound of opening the door, turned his head and noticed the box in his hand. He asked curiously, "what is it?"

"It's not indicated, not even the shipping address and name." Uncle Chen goes to Qiao Yuwei and delivers the package to her.

Qiao Yuwei looked at the information on the express bill and found that there was only one consignee's name and address, without any telephone number. She could not help but frown, slowly took the package, thought it over carefully, and muttered to herself, "who will send me something?"

Uncle Chen was watching, but he didn't interrupt. After a while, he said, "madam, I'll cut some fruit for you."

"Good."

After Uncle Chen left, Qiao Yuwei took the package and gently shook it. There was no special movement inside. With a suspicious heart, he tore open the plastic bag outside to reveal a delicate pink gift box. Qiao Yuwei picked her eyebrows and liked the color of the gift box.

The color of the gift box completely let her put down all doubts in her heart, and even held a little expectation to pull the ribbon on the box. When opening the lid of the box, a red and Black Skull doll with blood popped up in it, and rushed to her face close at hand.

"Ah..."

Scared Qiao language tiny moment to throw out the box, the face is very white, the pupil also dilates, the heartbeat also jumps very fast, the whole person dull Zheng is there.

Uncle Chen, who used to make fruit in the kitchen, heard Qiao Yuwei's scream. He quickly put down his knife and ran out of it. He cried anxiously: "madam, what's the matter? What's the matter? "

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Qiao Yuwei sitting on the sofa, his body was still shaking slightly, and the rest of the light swept away. Inadvertently, I saw the box and a bloody skeleton doll that had been thrown on the ground. He took a breath and quickly went to Qiao Yuwei's face, and said softly, "madam, are you ok?"

Qiao Yuwei trembled, raised his hand, pointed to the skeleton doll on the ground, and swallowed heavily: "why... Is this?"

Seeing that Qiao Yuwei had obvious fear in his eyes, Uncle Chen quickly turned around and kicked the doll away, along with the box: "it's OK, it's OK, it must be someone's prank."

Qiao Yuwei slowly drew back his hand, holding his hands in his chest, but the fear in his heart was still not relieved.

"Ma'am, please go upstairs and have a rest! I'll bring you the cut fruit later. I'll deal with the unclean things. " Knowing that Qiao Yuwei was scared by that thing, Chen Shuwei and her tone were as gentle as possible.

Qiao language tiny Leng Leng nodded, light trembling powder lips what words all can't say, stand up from the sofa, the feet are all soft, if not for Uncle Chen in time to support, she estimated to have fallen to sit on the ground.

"Be careful, ma'am." Uncle Chen helped her up the stairs and watched her sit on the bed, curling herself up together. He felt a little distressed, but he was a little suspicious of the package.

When Uncle Chen brought up the fruit, Qiao Yuwei still kept the curled up state. Uncle Chen said in a soft voice: "madam, the fruit has been cut. Please have some!"

Qiao language tiny Zheng next, Leng Leng of lift Mou to see to Uncle Chen, ordered to nod, light of hair a voice: "EH."

Uncle Chen was worried, but he didn't know what to say. Seeing that she didn't mean to move, he finally went downstairs.

Qiao Yuwei's temperament is that kind of fearless, but in addition to the fear of the dark, he is afraid of this kind of ghost doll, especially in this unprepared, the ghost doll suddenly rushed to his face, which almost made Qiao Yuwei lose half of his soul.

After Uncle Chen came down from the upstairs, the first thing he did was to collect the box and the ghost doll that Qiao Yuwei had thrown on the ground. After a serious look, Uncle Chen decided to call Lu Yimin to explain the situation just now, but no one answered the phone.

Looking at the box and ghost doll in his hand, Uncle Chen thought for a while, but he didn't continue to fight, because he knew Lu Yimin's temperament. If he didn't answer it for the first time, it showed that he was busy, so he went out of the door with the box and ghost doll, came to the security room to ask the courier, and specially transferred the monitoring of the road section.

But in the end, he found that he was just an ordinary courier. Uncle Chen also made a special call to the express company and asked about the sender's information, but the other side said he didn't know.

Near noon, Lu Yimin came back to the company after talking about things from outside. Sitting in the car, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He found that there was a missed call from Uncle Chen. He looked at it subconsciously. As usual, Uncle Chen seldom called him, except for some things in the villa that he needed to make decisions in person.

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Yimin dials back directly. As soon as he gets through, Lu Yimin listens to Uncle Chen's brief explanation of what happened in the morning, which makes his handsome face more and more heavy, and his eyes more and more dark: "where's Qiao Yuwei?"

"After unpacking the package, my wife stayed in the room and didn't come out. She didn't move the fruit I sent in. I just went up to ask her what she wanted to eat at noon, but she didn't answer. She didn't have any spirit. She was scared by that and didn't look very well."

As soon as Uncle Chen's voice fell, Lu Yimin hung up the phone and looked up at Zhai JIAYE, who was driving in front of him

Zhai JIAYE also saw from the rearview mirror that Lu Yimin's face was not very good, but he did not dare to ask what was wrong, so he had to do so, turning at the intersection in front and driving directly to the villa.

When he arrived at the villa, before Zhai JIAYE's car was turned off, Lu Yimin had already pushed the door open, and his cold voice came from his ear: "all the journey in the afternoon has been pushed“

"Well... Yes." Zhai JIAYE hasn't recovered for a while. When Lu Yimin has entered the villa, he doesn't know where he is until he reacts. He's several times slower to respond.

"You are back, sir?" As soon as Lu Yimin came in, Uncle Chen came out and nodded.

"She's still in the room?"

"Yes, I haven't come out. Please go up and see my wife first." Uncle Chen nodded, a little worried on his kind face.

After listening, Lu Yimin went upstairs with a cold face. When he got to the bedroom door, he took a lighter step and pushed the door open by holding the handle.

Although it was daytime, the room was very dark. The curtains of the French windows were pulled up and the lights were not turned on. Only a bunch of awns were reflected from the cracks of the curtains and quietly hit the white carpet and sofa. Qiao Yuwei on the bed held his knees and buried his head in his arms. He looked lonely and helpless.

Lu Yimin turns on the floor lamp in his room, cools his lips slightly, and slowly walks over to sit on the edge of the bed. His voice is low: "I heard Uncle Chen say it."

Hearing the familiar voice, Qiao Yuwei's body froze and slowly raised his head. With a pair of bright eyes, he looked at Lu Yimin's cold and frightening handsome face. In an instant, his nose was inexplicably sour, and his pink mouth was choked. He opened his arms and rushed directly into his arms, weeping: "that thing suddenly popped out of the box, scared me to death, woo..."

Lu Yimin was stunned by her sudden outburst. His hands were hanging in the air. When he felt that the person in his arms was shaking, he put down his hand and put it around her waist. His lips were cold and tight, but he could not say any words of comfort. He could only sit there quietly and let her tears and snot rub on his body. He still didn't want to let her go.

Familiar with male hormones, Qiao Yuwei's fear and uneasiness gradually eased in this outbreak and crying. After a long time, Qiao Yuwei stopped crying and wiped his tears on his expensive gray shirt. He slowly raised his bright eyes to look at him and blew his nose: "Uncle Chen called you, so you came back?"

Hearing the speech, Lu Yimin lowered her eyes and glared at her tearful face. Her cool lips became tighter, and the darkness of her eyes gradually disappeared. Her cold face remained unchanged, but still didn't make a sound.

Qiao Yuwei knows that his temperament is the kind of face and sultry, like this initiative to admit that he cares about her things, he generally will not speak, but she also knows that sometimes his silence is the best answer to her.

Joe grinned reluctantly and threw himself into his arms again.

See her pretty baby face with a bit reluctant, Lu Yimin embrace her waist strength is also a little tight, for a long time, quiet bedroom suddenly think of low voice line: "hungry?"

"Well, I'm hungry." Joe nodded slightly.

"Go down to dinner."

"Good." Qiao Yuwei withdrew from his arms. When he got out of bed, his little hand was tightly held by him. Looking at the big palm that wrapped his little hand, the warmth flowed into her heart, making her smile no longer forced.

In fact, sometimes feelings and warmth are mutual, for example, she can melt his cold, but he can hold himself tightly when she is afraid, so that he is no longer afraid.

There is no pledge of love between them, nor will the sea wither and the stone rot till death. Only this ordinary warmth and friendship is enough.

Uncle Chen sees them coming down together and says hello. He also notices that Qiao Yuwei's face is much better than before. It seems that it's better for Mr. Chen to come back to comfort him.

"Madam, didn't you say you wanted to eat chicken soup with Chinese yam a few days ago? I specially stewed it for you today. "

"Well, thank you, Uncle Chen." Qiao Yu smiles. After that, Yu Guang subconsciously glances at the place where she opened the box in the living room. Suddenly, she remembers the picture in her mind. Her body trembles and quickly takes back her sight.

Lu Yimin noticed her eyes, eyes slightly heavy, pulled her directly into the restaurant, pressed her on the chair, he sat opposite her, deep voice interrupted her thinking: "soup."

Qiao language tiny Leng next, Zheng Zheng of look up at him, inconceivable of point to oneself: "I... prosperous?"

"Sheng." Lu Yimin looked at her indifferently and repeated what he had just said.

After hearing this, Qiao Yuwei's little face drooped in an instant. The so-called warmth just became ethereal. He could really say it!

Before her fragile heart was completely relieved, he directly asked her to serve him.

What about conscience?

No, he is used to being cold and heartless. He has no heart!

Qiao Yuwei disgruntled, angry picked up his bowl, gave him a bowl of soup, and then heavily put in front of him, and gave himself a bowl, angry drink, but because the soup is a little hot, a bite in, hot Qiao Yuwei grinned, quickly put down the bowl, hands to the mouth fan.

Lu Yimin looked at her eyebrows, picked up the glass kettle next to her, poured a glass of water for her, and pushed it in front of her speechless.

Qiao Yuwei took a sip, but his mouth was still numb, and he breathed: "it's so hot that I'm dead."

"I don't have a long memory." Lu Yimin takes back her sight, takes the bowl of soup she served for him, sips it, and spits it calmly.