C6 Getting Started with Thieves

"Then let's end today's treatment here."

The so-called treatment today was just Sid recounting the cause of his illness to all the other psychiatrists. In fact, it had also unknowingly increased the burden on his mind. Seeing his frown, Bi La couldn't help but stop him.

"We still have time, we can proceed slowly. Don't be too impatient, Mister Xi."

Her smile was as gentle and graceful as a psychiatrist should be.

Sid heaved a sigh of relief. Bi La's actions had indeed won him a favorable impression.

"Alright, there's still a long way to go."

Sid rarely stood up to see his guest off, but Bila's slim figure disappeared outside the door.

He looked around the living room but didn't see Qiao Yifeng's figure. His eyebrows that had just calmed down once again rose and fell.

The door to Joe's bedroom was closed, and he strode over and took hold of the handle, pressing it but not moving it.

That stinking girl actually dared to lock the door.

"Open the door."

"What?" Joe's voice came through the heavy wooden door.

In the bedroom, Joe sat on the couch with his knees bent in poetry, holding the sketchbook in her arms, scrawled by her distraught mood.

The moment she heard Hilde open the door, her eyes flashed with a light she didn't even notice.

However, she maintained her stubborn anger and bluntly responded to the stinking man who had just called her cousin.

"Why are you locking the door?"

"Drawing."

The stone dropped to the bottom of the river, and there was no more sound. As Sid gave up his steps, Joe's waist relaxed.

If she had a tail, she would be drooping by now, looking like a pitiful puppy.

Her emotions had gone up and down several times just a moment ago.

Don't think about it, don't think about it. Qiao Yifeng patted his own face, then put down his sketchbook and turned around to open the game.

Xi De did not sleep well that night. Without Qiao Yifeng, who allowed him to sleep soundly, he set out on his way to the company at dawn.

As he walked away, he saw through the crack in the door of the door that Joe had seen the dark light.

Painting?

This damned girl must have been playing games all night and falling asleep, yet she forgot to close it.

When he got on the car, Wen Cheng keenly felt that the boss had turned yellow again and was silent.

Ever since he had gotten his wife, the boss' emotions had changed a lot. Although it was difficult to understand, it was still a good thing that Sid became more lively as a human.

"Hiss —"

Qiao Yifeng slept on a stall with her game compact disc box under his pillow, which made her back ache uncomfortably.

Crap, she wanted to play the game to relax, but she was too relaxed and addicted to it, so she fell asleep while playing.

The missed calls on her phone were particularly eye-catching. She quickly dialed back.

"I'm sorry teacher!" I stayed up all night last night. "

She didn't say what she was doing throughout the night. Let the teacher understand for himself.

"So how's your progress after staying up all night?"

"Oh, okay." Joe stammered back with poetry.

"Luckily, why didn't you submit the script?" The anger from the other end of the phone shocked her eardrums. "Qiao Yifeng, do you think you don't need your graduation certificate just because you've already signed up for Forest Boa's internship?"

"I'm sorry teacher, I will definitely give it to you tomorrow." Qiao Yifan wanted to bang his head on the ground, but he couldn't see where the teacher was on the other side of the phone.

"You'd better hand it in quickly, or I'll make you a high school graduate."

"Wu, I will."

When the promise was over, Joe put down the phone with a sob and pushed open the door to wash his face, intending to begin the process of graduation design.

The room was empty, and Sid's temperature seemed to have dropped without him.

When Joe put down the pen, it was already late in the evening. She kept her head down for a long time, finishing earlier than she had promised tomorrow.

In fact, she already had an idea in her mind. She was only tired from being delayed.

Red thread, that was the theme of her graduation design.

She would not admit that it was inspired by Hilde.

With a grunt from his stomach, Joe filled his mouth with another piece of the biscuit he had placed next to him to quell his anger.

However, it was no longer that easy to comfort. Forget it, let's just eat.

But Hilde did not come back. She was missing the one she had dinner with.

He couldn't possibly have gone to Beira for some psychotherapy session again, right?

Qiao Qing Shi swung around with a bag full of ingredients and arrived here.

Morimoto's building was a landmark in the city, with curved columns that rose into the sky. It looked grand but did not suit Joe's poetic taste, and he remembered being beaten by Hilde while standing in the Morimoto mansion and complaining about the ridiculous design of the building.

Now, when she complained again, there was no one left, the one who had bent his fingers and tapped her forehead.

Joe was uneasy with the poem.

Sid's attitude toward her, her excellence, came from the haze of the past, everything was making her uneasy.

His heart felt like it was floating in an invisible place. If he didn't catch the duckweed soon, he would sink.

The lights in the top room of the Morningside Building lit up before the darkness had completely fallen, and Joe was certain that they were the lights of Sid's office.

The light was ready to last all night, and Joe's neck was tired from holding his head up for too long.

— Do you work overtime today?

He quickly received a reply after sending the message.

— Yes.

Just by a single word, Qiao Yifeng was able to recall his cold expression.

Joe closed the screen with the poem and reflected his face.

Without any makeup, her hair was combed to the point where it could not be described. She wore a flowery long skirt and looked exactly like a housewife. She didn't look like a young and beautiful university student at all.

Damn, why did she get married so early to Sid?

— Make dinner and wait for me to come back.

The honey melts into it and soon turns the jar of sour water into sweet water.

Joe forgot his complaint with the poem and hopped back to the apartment that belonged to the two of them.

Then tonight I'll make the sweet and sour pork.

"?!"

The door was open, and Joe was startled.

Their apartment had a lot of Sid's stuff, and none of the big money was cheap, and Sid didn't know how to make fun of her if she lost a few things because of her mistake.

The most important thing was, she couldn't afford it!

The door was flung open, revealing the living room to her.

The woman sitting on the sofa was meticulously dressed up even if she looked at the back of her body. Her braid was complex and exquisite, with a diamond flower shaped like a gardenia at the end of her hair.

She turned abruptly and said hello to Joe.

"Hello, Miss Qiao."

Had it not been for the way Joe dressed, she would have thought she was the mistress of the house.

"Oh, hello."

It was a thief, a thief who had stolen Hilde.