Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 28 No One Loves Me

"Sir... what do you need?" Seeing his dirty body, the proprietress subconsciously didn't want to get too close, and she was afraid that he would dirty her wool balls, her eyes were always watching his movements.

Fortunately, Qiao Wan'an also understood her current situation, so she just stood at the door, shrinking her body and said stiffly: "May I ask what kind of woolen scarf will be warmer?"

"How about the cashmere? This one is soft and warm. The quality of the cashmere here is top-notch. The lady next door came to pick up three balls yesterday!"

Qiao Wan said: "Just, this."

The proprietress saw that he was just standing at the door, didn't touch anything randomly, and he was straightforward, and the discomfort in her heart dissipated in an instant, "Okay, do you want to knit for your girlfriend? How about this camel color, the most popular one here?" OK."

Qiao Wan'an remembered something, smiled slightly, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "No, it was knitted for my husband."

Qiao Wanan finally bought some balls of lead gray cashmere wool at the suggestion of the proprietress. Looking at the little money left in the account, Qiao Wanan calculated the travel expenses back home and bought a lot of cheap ones at a nearby snack wholesale store. small biscuits.

The soup soaked into the fiber cloth, sticky and damp, the water in the hair formed fine ice balls, dispelling the last trace of residual heat, Qiao Wan'an began to feel stuffy nose, even the sound of breathing was indistinct,

At this moment, he felt as if countless ice thorns pierced his skull sharply on the top of his head. The pain made him unable to open his eyes, and he almost fell to the side of the road.

On the return journey, he also tried his best to wrap himself tightly, because of the oil stains all over his body and the faint smell of chicken soup, the passengers around him cast strange glances at him.

Knowing that she was dirty, Qiao Wan'an didn't sit down, but just found a corner and stood silently.

The heater was turned on in the car, so it wasn't as cold as outside, but Qiao got cold before Goodnight, and after being smoked by the heater, his head couldn't be any heavier.

He grabbed the rings on the car, and the car kept shaking, so that he couldn't help but want to vomit several times, but when he thought that this was a public place, he held back.

When the door opened next time, he didn't even have time to worry about whether he had arrived at the stop, so he staggered out of the car.

"Ouch...cough cough cough..." This time he vomited harder than before, and his stomach kept convulsing and convulsing.

The five fingers grasped the glove firmly, panting vigorously, the fabric had faint signs of gaps due to excessive kneading.

The cold wind rolled into his collar, making him shiver from the cold.

Qiao Wan'an was not in the mood to pay attention, and leaned against the trash can like a stray dog, dripping with cold sweat.

He couldn't stand up anymore.

A child ran past him, hesitated a moment later, came back, buttoned the rope from his pocket, took out something and put it in front of him.

Qiao Wan'an wanted to stop him, but he choked on a cold wind when he opened his mouth. After he coughed violently, the child had already run away.

He looked at the five-dollar bill in front of him and smiled helplessly.

When he reached the Chu family's villa, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was carrying big bags and small bags and was about to carry them into the room, but just as he walked past the living room, He Xiran stopped him.

"What good thing did you buy and hide it like this?" He Xiran looked at him with a half-smile.

When Chu Yan was not around, it was rare for him to pretend.

Qiao Wan'an was very afraid of He Xiran, so he hid the bag behind, "Just... a little food, you won't like it, it's not good."

"If it's not tasty, would you buy it?" He Xiran smiled coldly.

Qiao Wanan lowered her eyes and whispered, "Because...it's cheap..."

He Xiran didn't hear what he said, and came over to grab his bag, "Show me."

"I, I'll show you, don't grab it."

Qiao Wanan had to open the bag—a bag of loose biscuits, because of the bumps along the way, some biscuits were broken, revealing the dry and hollow inner core, and even a faint smell of dampness.

He Xiran almost died laughing, the poor ghost has never eaten good food, "What are these? Can people eat them?"

Qiao Wan'an let him laugh, but didn't say a word, and tied the mouth of the bag silently, but He Xiran kicked over and kicked out the big bag of biscuits. It shattered into pieces.

Qiao Wan'an's eyes trembled, but he didn't make a sound. He just slowly squatted down, helped up the bag, and picked up the unbroken biscuits on the ground one by one.

This is all his meal, if there are no these biscuits...

With a crackling sound, the biscuit in front of him became shattered, and a foot stood on the pile of crumbs.

Qiao Wanan's hands trembled uncontrollably, the tip of his nose was flushed from the cold, and he was fluttering slightly, his eyes were full of water.

Qiao Wan'an lowered her head, looked at He Xiran's foot, and begged humbly, "He Xiran... please let me go..."

He Xiran moved his foot away, and Qiao Wan'an went to pick up other biscuits. Fearing that He Xiran would make trouble again, he unconsciously speeded up.

"Uh, ah—"

He Xiran suddenly stepped on his indestructible hand, and said sullenly, "Good night, Qiao, I gave you a chance!"

Hearing the screams, the maid hurried over, seeing this scene, they were all too scared to speak.

He Xiran subverted his usual image of a kind old man, and looked condescendingly at the people under his feet with a grinning grin.

"He...Mr. He, what is this?"

"Ah-ah-"

He Xiran rubbed his feet hard. Hearing Qiao Wan'an's high-pitched scream, he turned his head and glanced at the two maids, "What did you see?"

The two old women were almost scared to death, and quickly waved their hands, "No, we didn't see anything..."

He Xiran sneered, "Find out who in this family is qualified to speak."

What he said was to remind the two of them, don't talk nonsense about what you shouldn't say, the person Chu Yan likes is He Xiran, and Qiao Wan'an, a person who has been disliked so much, it doesn't do any good to speak for him.

The two maids said yes again and again, but they didn't dare to look at him, and ran away like shit.

He Xiran was in a good mood, looking at Qiao Wan'an as if looking at a lowly mouse, "So what if you stay in the Chu family with a faceless face? Does Ayan care about you?"

Qiao Wan'an's lips were blue and purple, and she stuttered when speaking, but she still said stubbornly: "Ayan will not marry you, he is reluctant to leave me..."

"Snapped--"

"Bitch!" He Xiran trembling hands, looking at the clear finger marks on Qiao Wan'an's face, a flash of pleasure flashed in his anger.

"Are you disgusting? Why do you think that Ayan will miss you?"

"Why don't you fucking look at you now, do you think there is anyone in this world who will love you? Huh?"

His voice was hoarse, like weeping blood, but a fool could hear the trembling and panic in his voice, "You're talking nonsense..."

"Am I talking nonsense that you know it in your heart, and you don't even think about it. You are cast aside by your family at home, and everyone in the Chu family hates you. You and Ayan have been married for more than a year. He doesn't even know that you don't eat spicy food... ..."

"Please don't say it..." Qiao Wanan begged in pain.

"No one loves you, good night Joe, your existence itself is superfluous."

"Do you know what Chu Yan said when he and I went to bed?"

"Ahh! Stop talking—"

The more miserable Joe's night is, the more proud he is, "He said you are too boring, and sleeping with you will only make him feel sick, and he has long regretted marrying you."

Qiao Wan'an's heart was suffocated, and the crumbling heart finally collapsed, and there was a dense pain in his heart, which was about to smash his flesh and blood.

"Good night Qiao, you will never be as good as me." He Xiran bent down and grabbed his hair.

"If I live like you, I might as well die!"

"Oh, stop talking... ah..." Qiao Wanan's scalp was about to be ripped off by him, and tears had already wet her entire cheeks.

"You can't bear this pain?" He maliciously stepped on Qiao Wan'an's hand every inch, "You deserve it!"

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Qiao Wanan's vision was blurry, and he was about to pass out from the pain. Although he was wearing gloves, he still felt a burst of warm liquid flowing through his fingers.

In a daze, he heard He Xiran say viciously: "Why don't people like you die!"