The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

"Her, her condition is fairly stable now, as long as there are suitable eyes, she can be replaced. Wait for someone to donate them." Mi Ai said smoothly, and only after she finished speaking did she realize that it was Xiao Linger who asked, "You ask this?" do what?"

Xiao Ling'er stuck out her tongue, and said honestly, "Just now you and your mother were talking about this aunt named Yu Liang, so I'm curious."

"Children's family, there are so many curiosity coming from there."

"Oh, then I'm going to bed." Seeing that Qiao Anhao had come out, Xiao Ling'er immediately jumped off the sofa. "Good night, Mom."

Qiao Anhao put on the mask, and it was indeed getting late, so naturally she wouldn't let Xiao Ling'er go to bed late.

"Good night."

The two of them were lying on the sofa with masks on, and there was a bloody idol drama on TV. Mi Ai was watching it with great interest, and suddenly took out her mobile phone and said to Qiao Anhao, "Baby, I found another good novel, look at it." ?"

Qiao Anhao rolled her eyes, "Come on, you can see for yourself."

Now she doesn't want to look at the domineering president that Mi Ai passed on to her anymore, she massages her face, the cold touch feels a little cold on her face.

Mi Ai sat up, and she looked down at Qiao Anhao who was lying on the sofa. The short hair was long now, and she was lying on the sofa softly, but Qiao Anhao still looked so thin.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of six years ago.

Staring at Qiao Anhao, Mi Ai asked, "Honey, why didn't you call me at that time? You could obviously call me at that time."

She actually wanted to ask this question all along, but she never asked it.

Qiao Anhao opened her eyes, her bright pupils were imprinted by the light, a little illusory, she squinted her eyes, and sat up.

He took off the mask on his face, threw it into the trash can and got up, took out a piece of paper to wipe off the essence on his face, and then asked, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"So, why?"

"Why are there so many? I forgot your phone number." Qiao Anhao shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently, and Mi Ai couldn't help but get red eyes, "You obviously memorized my phone number." Number."

Qiao Anhao was silent for a while, of course she remembered Mi Ai's phone number, she could even recite it backwards.

It's just that the situation was different at that time, she didn't want to hurt Mi Ai.

She beat the man to death due to excessive self-defense, and then she was brought to court. The school erased all her information, and her adoptive parents asked her to keep her in prison. As for Lu Yisheng?
He directly wiped away her hope.

At that time, she was alone and helpless. It's not that she didn't think about Mi Ai, but she didn't dare.

Because Mi Ai had just left the country at that time, she knew how much Mi Ai wanted to study medicine, not to mention she was afraid that Mi Ai would also be contested by Yue Yeke when Mi Ai came back to help her, so she didn't dare.

In this world, the rich and powerful have always had the final say, and those without money and power can only be ruled by life.

"Xiaomi, don't mention the past, we should all look forward."

Mi Ai didn't understand what Qiao Anhao meant. She turned her face away and couldn't help sniffling, and took off the mask on her face, "I'll go to the toilet to wash my face first, wait for me for a while."

"Go. I'll wait for you."

"Ok!"

Mi Ai hurried to the toilet to clean it, Qiao Anhao couldn't help shaking her head slightly, Mi Ai's character made her a little worried.