My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

As night falls, a warm atmosphere fills the villa.

After Qiao Qin and Qiao's mother returned to the living room, they tacitly did not mention what had just happened, pretending that nothing had happened.

Until late at night, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Huo Yan frowned, looked at the woman beside him, and asked softly: "Qin'er, are you worried about something?"

Qiao Qin was slightly startled, then shook her head: "Nothing."

Huo Yan held Qiao Qin's hand and looked at her gently: "Are you really okay? I always feel that something is wrong with you today."

Qiao Qin forced a smile: "It's really okay, don't think too much."

Although Huo Yan still had doubts, he did not ask any more questions and just hugged Qiao Qin tightly.

Qiao Qin leaned in Huo Yan's arms, but her mind was full of thoughts. She didn't want this incident to affect the harmony and happiness of the family, and she didn't want to make Huo Yan and her son Siqian worry.

That night, Qiao Qin tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The mystery of her life that her mother had told her kept emerging in her mind, and her heart was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Qiao Qin got up early and tried to adjust herself. She dressed up carefully, trying to cover up her inner anxiety with outward calmness.

After Huo Yan sent Qiao Qin to the company as usual, his eyes were full of concern, but he didn't ask much, just gently told her to take care of herself.

"Qin'er, don't be too tired at work."

Qiao Qin smiled and nodded, with warmth and love in her eyes: "I know, don't worry."

Huo Yan kissed Qiao Qin on the forehead reluctantly, then drove away.

however.

When Qiao Qin arrived downstairs at the company, she suddenly heard a vicious shout.

"Stop! Stop!"

When Qiao Qin heard the voice, she turned around and saw a homeless man in tattered clothes, his face full of fatigue and embarrassment.

Behind him, a group of ferocious men were chasing him relentlessly.

The homeless man ran in panic, his eyes full of fear, like a frightened deer.

However, he was ultimately unable to outrun the group of people and was soon caught up. Without saying a word, the group of people started punching and kicking the homeless man.

The homeless man could only curl up helplessly and groan in pain.

One of them said viciously: "If you don't pay back the money within three days, you'll be dead!" Then the group of people left.

Just then, a mineral water bottle rolled to Qiao Qin's feet.

Qiao Qin was slightly stunned, and subconsciously bent down to pick up the bottle. Her eyes involuntarily turned to the homeless man.

At this moment, the homeless man was lying weakly on the ground, his breath so weak that it seemed as if he would die at any moment.

His body was covered with scars, those blue or purple marks, telling of the brutal beating he had just suffered. His eyes revealed endless despair and helplessness, like a bottomless cold pond, which made people feel pity for him.

An indescribable complex emotion suddenly surged in Qiao Qin's heart. Almost instinctively, she handed the mineral water bottle in her hand to the homeless man.

The tramp also looked at her at this time. At that moment, he was stunned and murmured, "Jasmine?"

Qiao Qin frowned slightly and said firmly, "You got the wrong person."

Then, as if she was eager to get rid of something, she turned around and walked quickly into the office building, not wanting to have anything to do with this homeless man anymore.

However, when Qiao Qin returned to the office, she became inexplicably concerned.

The tramp's eyes kept appearing in her mind, that look of despair mixed with a hint of hope, like an invisible silk thread, tightly wrapped around her heart.

And the name he called out - Jasmine.

"Who is Jasmine? Why did he mistake me for Jasmine?"

Qiao Qin's mind was full of questions. She tried to concentrate on her work, but those questions followed her like a shadow, making it impossible for her to get rid of this trouble.

Qiao Qin was absent-minded the whole day. Her colleagues noticed that something was wrong with her and asked her with concern if she was feeling unwell.

Qiao Qin just smiled and shook her head, saying that she was fine, but only she knew that her heart was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.

When she got off work, Qiao Qin's heart was full of hesitation. She didn't know why she had such thoughts. Maybe it was because the homeless man's eyes made her curious, or maybe it was because the wrong name touched a string in her heart.

In the end, Qiao Qin decided to go and take a look.

She walked out of the office building, looked around, and saw the homeless man in a remote corner.

He was still wearing the same tattered clothes, curled up there, looking very helpless.

Qiao Qin walked over slowly, and the sound of her footsteps was particularly clear in the silent air.

The tramp looked up and when he saw her, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Why did you mistake me for someone else?" Qiao Qin asked straight to the point.

The tramp was silent for a moment, as if lost in distant memories.

Then he said slowly: "Your eyes are very similar to hers, very clear and beautiful."

Qiao Qin frowned slightly: "Who is Jasmine?"

The tramp sighed, with deep sadness in his eyes, as if he was lost in deep memories.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low: "Jasmine, she is the woman I once loved. At that time, we were both young, and fate made us meet in the vast sea of ​​people. It seemed like it was destined by God. As soon as we met, it seemed as if we had known each other for a long, long time."

Followed by.

The homeless man's eyes suddenly dimmed and his voice became heavy: "But fate played a cruel joke on us. Jasmine got seriously ill, a disease that required a lot of money to treat. In order to save her, I borrowed money everywhere and ran to all the places I could go. I even gave up my dignity and begged those who once looked down on me. I am willing to give everything as long as I can make Jasmine better."

His eyes were red and his voice was trembling, like a flame swaying in the wind: "But Jasmine didn't want to implicate me, so she left late one night. When I woke up, I only saw an empty room and a letter she left. Since then, I have been looking for her. I have traveled through one strange city after another and asked countless people, but I just couldn't find her."

The homeless man lowered his head, tears dripping onto the ground, making a slight sound, as if it was the sound of his heart breaking: "I don't even know if she is still alive. Every lonely night, I will think of her smile and every little bit we had. That kind of longing is like a sharp thorn, deeply piercing my heart, making me feel so painful that I want to die."

Qiao Qin listened to the tramp's story quietly, and her eyes became red for no reason, as if she felt the same way, and her heart felt as if it was being pricked by needles.

at this time.

"Beep——"

A shrill car horn brought her back from her sad thoughts.

Qiao Qin looked up and found that it was Huo Yan who came to pick her up. She hurriedly threw a hundred yuan in cash to the homeless man, then took a deep breath, wiped her tears and walked to the car.

"What's wrong? Why are your eyes red?" Huo Yan frowned and asked with concern.

Qiao Qin shook her head, her voice still a little hoarse.

"It's okay, just some sand and dust came in."