After Qiao Yibo finished speaking, he nodded to Luo He, but did not look at Xia Zhi and turned around and left.

The waiter opened the door of the box, and several bodyguards outside surrounded him and left.

Professor Jing stretched out his hand and slowly withdrew it back, sighing: "Oh, I'm really... doing something taboo."

The private room was quiet for a moment.

Luo He asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Jing, do you think that Qiao is always from Jing City, and he has always been from Jing City?"

Before Professor Jing could say anything, Xia Zhi pulled La Luohe: "Grandma, let's not talk about these anymore. Come on, this chicken is really tender, you can try it."

She gave Luo He a large chopsticks of dishes and asked Jing Sangcheng again: "Professor, do you explain when will you go to the outpatient clinic tomorrow? What time will it end?"

Jing Sangcheng began to talk to her about the outpatient clinic.

The topic has changed.

Luo He was a little worried between his eyebrows, but he looked at Xia Zhi and didn't say anything.

The few people finally concentrated on eating, and the meal ended until nearly ten o'clock.

When leaving, Professor Jing and Luo He walked in front, while Jing Hanyan and Xia Zhi followed behind.

Jing Hanyan whispered: "I'm sorry, I...ahem, can I ask you for a WeChat account before? I have some things to ask you."

Jing Hanyan quickly pointed to his neck.

Since it was about the disease, Xia Zhi was not the one who took Qiao, so he didn't say much, took out his cell phone and added WeChat to each other.

Jing Hanyan was very happy: "Thank you, Junior Sister Xia. I think I have changed my mind about traditional Chinese medicine now."

Xia Zhi pulled the corner of his mouth: "You might as well call me Xia Zhi, we have different doors."

Jing Hanyan was speechless for a moment.

The driver sent the few people to a hotel affiliated to the university town. Professor Jing agreed to come to pick Xia Zhi up tomorrow, so he left.

In the hotel room.

Luo He sat silently in the armchair at the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

The summer solstice disinfected the bathtub, put water in place, stood at the bathroom door and shouted: "Grandma, the facilities here are pretty good. I've been tired for a day. Come and take a bath."

Luo He looked up at her, his mouth twitched a few times, and still said what he said in his heart: "Zhizhi, that Mr. Qiao, could it be..."

Before Xia Zhi could finish her words, she turned around and said, "Grandma! Don't think about it anymore. I don't care. No matter what it will be, I don't care about it!"

Luo He looked at the summer solstice.

There was a spotlight above her head, which pulled her figure very long and swayed gently, but it became more and more lonely like her back.

The wounds in this child's heart are still untouchable.

well!

Luo He sighed secretly, and did not say anything further, and smiled kindly: "Okay, I'll take a bath. Oh, it's so comfortable to look at!"

This matter seems to have just passed.

But after going to bed, Xia Zhi couldn't sleep at all.

It was quiet around. Xia Zhi could hear Luo He's calm breathing, but she still couldn't sleep.

She opened her phone under the quilt and typed "Qiao Yibo" in the search box of Du Niang.

A series of messages will pop up immediately under the search box:

"Qiao Yibo presided over the pharmaceutical industry guild"

"Qiao Yibo's speech at the Annual Meeting of Outstanding Entrepreneurs"

"Qiao Yibo cuts the ribbon for Dali Pharmaceutical"

"Qiao Yibo..."

Xia Zhi turned off his phone silently again.

I don't care.

I don't need it.

Whether it is a father or a mother, I don't need it.

I have experienced so many worlds, so I should be indifferent. Why do I still have hopes like this?

I look down on myself.
Chapter completed!