Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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Qiao An was crying for a long time before she stopped crying. She raised her hands and wiped away the tears on her face. She glanced at the door of Qiao's house, but did not go in. Instead, she took a direct step towards the community. Go to the door.

Qiao Anxia didn't know what was wrong with her. When Qiao An walked past the door, she hurried to the side and panic, because she was in a hurry and rubbed to the side, leaving only the branches. Rose vines, sharp branches, cut her wrists, she took a deep breath, and covered the wound subconsciously, and then waited for Joan’s good figure to walk past the door before she took a step back He came out and stood at the door, looking at Joan's good back, with a complex expression.

"Xia Xia?" As Cheng Yang's voice sounded, Qiao Anxia's shoulder was wrapped around her, and she suddenly recovered.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Yang asked in a gentle tone, looking down her line of sight, seeing the blurred, empty street under the street lamp, frowning and frowning: "What about Jojo?"

"Leave." Qiao Anxia smiled at Cheng Yang, his face pale.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Cheng Yang grabbed Joan Xia's shoulder worriedly, and then saw that she was holding her wrist hard, and her brow furrowed further away: "Injured? How did you get it?"

"It's nothing, just accidentally scratched." Qiao Anxia was a little tired suddenly. After saying this, he got into Cheng Yang's arms and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Why are you so careless?" Cheng Yang took advantage of her, and complained with a bit of distress in her words.

Qiao Anxia didn't speak, just rubbed her head on his shoulder, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

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Joan got out of the community, randomly chose a direction, and walked aimlessly.

On the streets of New Year's Eve, it was empty and there were almost no people or vehicles.

The shops that are busy on both sides of the street on weekdays are closed at this time, and occasionally the sound of firecrackers from far or near sounds.

Joan walked for a long time before stopping. At this time, it was late at night, and it was New Year's Eve. There were almost no taxis. Joan walked to the bus station sign and sat down.

Waited for about ten minutes without waiting for the bus, but an old lady crossing the road.

The old lady looked very old, her hair was white, but the road was steady.

When the old lady was going to Joan's side, she suddenly jumped over a motorcycle from the corner. The speed was very fast, and she didn't hit the old lady, but she almost passed by the old lady.

The old man was frightened and did not stand firm for a while and fell to the ground.

The motorcycle showed no signs of stopping, but accelerated its speed. With a blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared.

The old lady sat on the ground for a long time and didn't stand up. Qiao An had seen many reports. Even good-hearted people saw the old man fall down and stepped forward. Instead, she was raked. She was also worried that she would cause a lot of fuss.

But when I think of New Year's Eve, an old man, like himself, is alone on the street, without his family, which is really pitiful.

Joan hesitated for a while, and finally stood up and walked over. She hadn't come and asked if the old lady was okay. Instead, the old lady suddenly surprised when she saw her for a second. Shouted: "Jinnian?"