The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Chapter 1833 - I, Fan Yu’s Woman (33)

Chapter 1833: I, Fan Yu’s Woman (33)

It was already too late.

Fan Yu heard everything.

He walked in expressionlessly from outside the door. Without saying a word, he walked straight to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The butler quickly served his dishes.

Fan Yu lowered his head as he ate, elegantly and calmly.

Qiao Yuanfei had been staring at him the entire time. At first, she was worried that he would get angry, but in the end, she realized that he didn’t seem to care. Nothing happened between them yesterday, so she calmed down and ate.

Xiao Liuliu came down early, so she ate quickly.

Once she was full, she couldn’t control her mouth.

Sitting on the child’s chair, she rested her chin on her hands, her big eyes twinkling. She looked left at Qiao yuanfei, and right at Fan Yu.

Looking at her eyes, she might say something earth-shattering next.

Qiao Yuanfei couldn’t take it anymore. She hurriedly picked up the soy milk in front of her and gulped it down. She found an excuse to say that she was full, turned around, and ran out.

Without waiting for the butler to ask the driver to send her, she grabbed her bag and left fan Yu’s villa in a hurry.

She walked out of the villa and walked in the wind.

She became much more sober.

When she reached the roadside and reached out to hail a cab, her phone rang.

It was a message from fan Yu.

There was only a short sentence on it.

“Qi Yan has gone abroad and won’t be back for a while. You Won’t be able to see him, but you can make other requests.”

“...”

Qiao yuanfei stared at the message on her phone and didn’t come back to her senses for a long time.

What did he mean by this message? was he willing to help her?

Qiao Yuanfei’s heart trembled slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she edited another message and sent it to him.

After waiting for a few minutes, she still couldn’t get an answer from fan Yu. She put her phone into her bag embarrassedly and hailed a cab back.

She did not plan to spend the night at Fan Yu’s Villa Yesterday, so she did not bring a change of clothes.

Even if she wanted to go to the hospital to help, she had to go home and change her clothes first.

Who knew that the moment she got off the car, she would see the Butler standing at the front door of the Qiao family’s villa. When he saw her return, he spoke with a hesitant expression.

“Miss Qiao, you’re back. ERM... quickly go to your room and take a look!”

“...”

Qiao Yuanfei was stunned for a moment. Then, she thought of something and quickly walked in.

She walked through the living room and just as she went upstairs, she heard Qiao Yuanxi’s voice coming from the direction of her room.

“Move everything that can be moved away. Destroy everything that can’t be moved. In short, I don’t want to see anything else in this room!”

“Yes!”

The servants in the room all answered in fear.

When Qiao yuanfei walked to the door, she saw that her originally clean and tidy room had become a mess.

The things on the desk and in the wardrobe had all been dug out by someone and were being crudely stuffed into boxes.

Those that couldn’t be stuffed in were casually thrown on the floor.

It was as if the entire room was going to be torn apart..

“Stop! All of You Stop!”

Qiao Yuanxi picked up the family photo that she had placed in the bedside cabinet, and Qiao Yuanxi’s expression changed instantly.

“Qiao Yuanxi, are you crazy? What are you doing! This is my room, I won’t allow you to touch anything inside!”

Qiao Yuanxi stood at the head of her bed, and when he turned around to look at Qiao Yuanxi, his eyes were completely bloodshot.

She had just returned to the country, and she was still jet-lagged. Because of Qiao yuanfei, she was so angry that she did not sleep for the entire night.

At this moment, she was like a violent lion.

She had accumulated the anger for the whole night and had nowhere to vent it.

When she heard Qiao Yuanfei’s voice, she raised her sharp chin. Her arrogant face was full of jealousy.

“Your Room? Who Do you think you are?”