C15 A Day Without a Wife

Although Guo Yun had committed some mistake in the beginning, she was still kind and a little cowardly.

After returning to her room, she showed Qiao Yifeng the account balance page. After swallowing her saliva, she seemed to have made up her mind and said, "Qiao Qiao, I still have this balance. Why don't we hire a bodyguard?"

At that moment, Qiao Qiao did not eat nor did she drink. Otherwise, she might have spat out a mouthful of water due to the foolish girl's actions.

"I don't think so."

"Oh, alright then." Guo Yun breathed a sigh of relief. After she relaxed, her pajamas also came pouring out.

She climbed onto the top bunk, covered herself with the quilt, and prepared to go to sleep.

He Xuan came back in the middle of the night, making quite a lot of noise. Guo Yun was disturbed, so she rolled over, covered her head, and went back to sleep.

Joe woke up from his sleep with a start.

After He Xuanmei had tidied herself up and laid down, there was the sound of quiet, gentle breathing, but she actually took her phone and went out into the hallway.

The lights in the corridor in the dorm stayed on throughout the night. There were also students who were preparing to study abroad and taking exams, working hard in the corridor. She had wanted to find a place to cool down and calm down, so as not to disturb these students who were in the middle of studying, she could only climb up a few flights of stairs and finally find an empty corridor.

In the dead of night, the negative energy would always follow her. She would find a child who hadn't slept well yet and let her crying, frustration, and depression fill her brain, making her afraid to stay up all night.

Qiao Yifeng's poem was like this. She now recalled everything that had happened in the past two days.

She thought of the few people she had met in the latrine in the evening, their disgusted gazes lingering on her, their words full of fantasy, and Joe's stomach clenching so tight that even a little of the food inside was about to be squeezed out.

Her forehead was pressed against the cold night and fog that permeated through the walls, and her eyes were half closed.

No, don't think about it.

If any thought came up, she would cry.

Qiao Yifan didn't know where exactly it was that they were particularly prone to provoking hatred. A few days ago, he had also gotten into a misunderstanding with Senior Su Xi. When she was powerless to defend herself, it was …

Yes...

Hilde had proved her, saved her.

What about now? Could she still ask Hilde for her protection?

The tip of his nose suddenly felt sore.

Two in the morning.

Wen Cheng received a call from Sid, saying that he was hungry.

By the time he arrived, there was already a beauty who was prepared to cook for him.

Rubbing his eyes, Wen Cheng really wanted to complain. Since someone helped you solve your problem, why are you still looking for me?

"Hello." The beauty from all directions, who had come to his door at night, greeted him with a friendly smile.

But Wen Cheng took a closer look at what Bi La was working on at the moment. If he was not mistaken, it was some fast food products.

Wen Cheng turned into a bitter face and asked the boss in a low voice: "Are you going to eat it?"

Sid, who seemed to know nothing about the kitchen, frowned with undisguised distaste. "No," he said.

Bi La stared blankly for a moment. Then, she put down the chopsticks that she was clumsily using.

Why was she here?

Because Sid could no longer sleep, he chose to run at night, and Beira, who was monitoring him, saw it too. He had created what should have been a romantic encounter, should have been a fortuitous encounter in the middle of the night.

"You can't sleep either?" asked Pilar.

"Yes."

"Want some midnight snacks?"

Sid, who did not have any gluttony to begin with, was hooked up as well and replied, "Sure."

But Bi La didn't have any culinary skills, but in her understanding of men, a woman who was too exquisite would instead make people feel scared. If she showed a proper reaction, she would gain more favorable impressions.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." There was an apologetic look on her face that made it impossible for anyone to criticize her.

"Let Wen Cheng do it."

Bi La's gaze shifted to the secretary, whose hair was not covered in gel, and saw Wen Cheng take out his phone to make a reservation.

Wen Cheng casually mentioned a few dishes he liked to eat to Sid. Ever since he had his excellent cooking wife, he hadn't made this call for a long time.

Yes, it would have been easier if Mrs Simpson were still talking, and it would not have been him, the poor secretary, who was being kept busy in the kitchen.

This restaurant was extremely attentive to Sid's SVIP. Not only did it open its doors 24 hours a day, it even delivered the dishes as fast as possible.

When Bi La saw that there was plenty of sugar for the midnight snack, she finally revealed a cowardly look and chose to take her leave.

Outside the door, she tightened her grip on the sports bracelet on her wrist.

Her thoughts were too simple. Sid did not play his cards according to common sense, and the successive setbacks made her feel a little dejected. Perhaps it was because she was a little impatient.

She was afraid.

Afraid that any of Sid's and Joe's looks would cause her efforts to be in vain, she sent a text message to her brother, who might still be asleep.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to school to see Qiao Yifeng."

When Bi Chen saw the text message, it was already noon. He lazily stretched his back and began to think about his appearance.

The news that was being spread in the school also reached their ears. When Mr. Xu saw that his beloved disciple had been slandered to the point that his nostrils were smoking, he cursed those students who did not put all these thoughts into their studies and writing. As Qiao Yifeng's instructor, she understood Qiao Yifeng's ability and strength the best and firmly believed that Qiao Yifeng could not be that kind of person.

According to the rumors, Qiao Yifeng would be interviewed by the school recently, or she might not be able to bear the pressure herself.

However, he did not expect trouble to come looking for him.

A few male students surrounded her and pulled Guo Yun, who was standing in the way, to the side.

"Didn't you answer us about the last time you asked Student Qiao?" A few of them were laughing like ruffians as they pressed forward step by step.

"Are you done yet?"

"Aren't we completely dedicated to Student Qiao?" Then they laughed in their own bad sense of humor.

"We may not have as much money as the upper echelons of Forest Boa, but we still have some background in our family. Student Qiao, can you tell us what you want so that we can fulfill our wish?"

As they spoke, their viscous, sick eyes fell on the lower half of Joe's shorts.

"F * ck off." Joe's poetic upbringing made it impossible for her to swear, and she could only drive them away with the simplest words.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft." Some people from the side laughed. At the moment when Qiao Qiao was having a difficult time with the poem, there was a mocking laughter that added fuel to the fire, causing one's heart to turn cold.

"You guys, I'm afraid you won't be able to satisfy her, Qiao Qiao."

A nauseous feeling even lower came out of the girl's mouth. If one looked carefully, they would see that it was the one who pushed Qiao Yifeng's easel to the drawing room yesterday.

She narrowed her eyes and looked mockingly at Joe.

Qiao Yifan held his anger in, his molars almost breaking from his teeth.