He could have investigated that night’s incident further, even if those people were killed, he had a way to find out.
Then, he wouldn’t have to be separated from Xuxu, and he wouldn’t have missed Qiao Yi’s birth and growth.
Once he thought about it, Lu Moqing’s heart was once again pierced with thousands of knives.
Qiao Xu saw Lu Moqing’s gloomy face and his furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking about.
As she was wondering about it, she suddenly felt her hand at her side being tightly gripped by a warm hand, with quite a bit of force.
She looked up at him abruptly and saw deeply ingrained self-bla and apology on his face. He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I’m sorry."
This was not the first ti Lu Moqing apologized to her, but at this mont, when she saw the strong self-bla in his deep black eyes, she felt a strange emotion.
She didn’t know how to respond to him.
To say it doesn’t matter? She’s not a saint, she can’t be that magnanimous.
To be cold or even sarcastic like before?
She found that she couldn’t do that either.
Now, she couldn’t even define the relationship between her and Lu Moqing.
They could only be considered acquaintances, at most.
There’s not hatred, nor love, simply getting along in such a plain way is more suitable.
Keeping a calm face, she slipped her hand out of Lu Moqing’s grasp, with an indifferent expression, "Don’t bring up the past anymore."
As she said this, she paused and suddenly narrowed her eyes, with a hint of warning in their depths, "But...if I find out that Su Rou set up back then, even if she saved Lu Xintong’s life, I’ll still make her pay."
As she narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint appeared in her beautiful pupils, "If your sister dares to co in front of , I’ll teach her a lesson too, and you better not be heartbroken about it."
Lu Moqing looked at her, chuckled lightly, and said, "I won’t be heartbroken! She’s just a fool; you can knock so sense into her."
As he said that, he couldn’t help but raise his hand to stroke her soft long hair, with a warm smile in his eyes.
Qiao Xu: "..."
If Lu Xintong heard her brother say this, would her heart disease relapse?
However, Lu Moqing’s answer satisfied her to so extent, and the dangerous expression on her face gradually disappeared.
Seeing that Lu Moqing’s bowl in front of him was empty, she reached out to clean it up.
Seeing the nearly empty soup bowl in front of him, Lu Moqing felt a bit disappointed.
It finished so quickly, and it seed...there was no reason for her to stay here any longer.
As Qiao Xu put the lid back on the thermos, Lu Moqing suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, "Is there more? I still want to drink."
Qiao Xu: "..."
Is Chen Ma’s cooking really that good?
Even soone as picky as him wants a second bowl?
Looking at the undisguised anticipation in Lu Moqing’s eyes, Qiao Xu glanced at the thermos in her hand and said, "There’s none left."
Lu Moqing’s gaze dimd, and his face was instantly filled with disappointnt, "Oh."
So, is she leaving now?
Can’t she stay and talk with him a bit longer?
Qiao Xu saw his disappointed expression, thinking that he must have really enjoyed Chen Ma’s soup.
She originally didn’t want to pay attention to him, but seeing his pale face, she felt a bit reluctant. After hesitating for a mont, she said:
"I’ll have Chen Ma make more tomorrow, and I’ll share so with you."
As soon as Lu Moqing heard this, his face imdiately lit up, and the disappointnt from before was instantly swept away.
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