After Qiao Liang left, Jiang Xiuxiu took a few sips of hot water, saw that the room was a little messy, and then began to clean up.

When he packed up the bedroom, Jiang Xiuxiu looked at the big bed and was stunned for a long time. I wonder if there were any other women in this bed after Qiao Liang came to live? Qiao Liang is single. With his strong energy, without a woman, can he bear this kind of torture?

Thinking of the ferocious animal that Qiao Liang was struggling to death on this bed, Jiang Xiuxiu couldn't help but be beating faster, and a flush appeared on her fair face.

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

After savoring for a long time, Jiang Xiuxiu began to clean the bedroom. After cleaning up, Jiang Xiuxiu blinked at the bedside table. If Qiao Liang had brought other women to live here, there might be tt in the bedside table.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiuxiu opened the drawer of the bedside table, which had nothing but a small exquisite 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 there?

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

Jiang Xiuxiu frowned. She didn't hear that Qiao Liang had the habit of keeping a diary. Why did this be placed in the bedside table? Whose diary is this? What will happen here?

Curious, Jiang Xiuxiu hesitated for a moment, then took out her diary and started to look through it-

As he looked at it, Jiang Xiuxiu was stunned, her eyes wide open, and her body began to tremble. Oh, the cake seller, the cake seller...
Chapter completed!