Qiao Yi nodded.
"Similar doesn't mean the same. You men are really strange, always categorizing women! Are women goods?"
Xi Meng glanced at him, and Qiao Yi stiffened, unsure of what to say, raised his hand to pinch his nose, then suddenly thought of something and got up to run to the bathroom. Xi Meng curiously looked at him: "Why are you going?"
"To wash my hands!"
When Qiao Yi said this, the bathroom door was already closed. Xi Meng sighed helplessly, thinking it was unbelievable that the two had been together for several years.
Back then, he was chasing after Jing Qing, doing so much for her, and she saw it all, but then somehow he ended up in front of her?
Many things, when traced back, are already blurry. She just remembers what he looked like when they got married, as if he had obtained an elusive treasure, gazing at her sincerely.
Qiao Yi didn't find Yang Qin, nor did Yang Qin look for Qiao Yi, but later Qiao Yi received a WeChat message: "Not set out yet?"
