C116 He Couldn't Take off His Mask

Qiao Xinyou sneakily entered the house. She felt like she was a thief when she entered the house.

"Sister, why are you so secretive?" Qiao Xinyan saw Qiao Xinyou bending her waist and wearing a mask when she entered the house and felt that it was a bit funny, "Why is she wearing a mask?"

Qiao Xinyou coughed twice, "I have a cold and cannot infect you."

A worried expression immediately appeared on Qiao Xinyan's face and only then did Qiao Xinyou secretly scold how she could make Xinyan worry.

She hurriedly opened her mouth and explained, "Xinyan, don't worry. It is just a small cold. It will be fine tomorrow."

Hopefully the wound on her lips will recover tomorrow.

Seeing that Qiao Xinyan still wanted to ask something, she walked behind Qiao Xinyan and pushed the wheelchair to the front of the computer. "Qiao Xinyan, great writer, how is your writing going? Can you let me take a look?"

"Not much. There aren't many readers yet."

Qiao Xinyan's attention was indeed diverted. Qiao Xinyou secretly praised herself. She was truly as quick-witted as me.

"It's alright. Readers need to slowly accumulate. I believe that there will be more and more in the future." Qiao Xinyou consoled.

Qiao Xinyou let Qiao Xinyan explain the general idea of the novel to her and Qiao Xinyan spoke slowly but at the end, she was a little hesitant.

"Sister, I don't know if the ending is a tragedy or a reunion?"

"Of course it would be a reunion." Qiao Xinyou replied without thinking.

She hated the ending of a novel the most. She did not read as many novels as Qiao Xinyan did. Last time, she had casually picked up a novel to read, but she did not expect it to be a tragedy.

It made her cry a lot. She was immersed in the plot and was sad for a long time, so she liked the ending of a reunion.

It did not matter if it was in the novel or in real life.

It would be great if reality could also be a reunion.

"Okay, then let's follow sister's idea. But," Qiao Xinyan pointed at Qiao Xinyou's face mask, "You have been wearing a face mask in the room all this time. Isn't it hot?"

Qiao Xinyou wiped the thin layer of sweat on her head, "Not hot."

It would be strange if it was not hot. The hot air was concentrated on her lips and it felt like she was burned to death.

But how could she let Xinyan see her broken lips.

Qiao Xinyan still wanted to say something because she was very careful. She felt that Qiao Xinyou wearing a face mask was definitely not as simple as catching a cold. She had never seen Qiao Xinyou wearing a face mask when she caught a small cold in the past.

Just as she was about to ask, there was a knock on the door.

Qiao Xinyou's mind buzzed. She subconsciously felt that the person outside the door was Yan Yilang.

"Sister, why aren't you going to open the door?"

Seeing that Qiao Xinyou did not move, Qiao Xinyan pushed the wheelchair and was about to open the door.

"Xinyan, don't open the door."

Qiao Xinyou blocked in front of Qiao Xinyan and felt as if she was facing a great enemy.

"Why?"

Today Qiao Xinyou was really very unusual. Not only did she come back in the morning, she was also wearing a mask and now she was not letting her open the door.

"This, this." Qiao Xinyou did not know to explain her unusual behavior.

Outside the door, Yan Yilang kept knocking on the door.

People who could not relax always hoped to stick to Qiao Xinyou at all times.

"Alright." Qiao Xinyou could only admit, "It should be Yan Yilang outside."

"If it is CEO, then we should let him in."

Qiao Xinyou had never told Qiao Xinyan that she wanted to resign because she was afraid that her younger sister would worry about her.

Since Qiao Xinyan had already said so, Qiao Xinyou could only brace herself and let Yan Yilang in.

"Long live."

"Why are you here? Go back." Afraid that Qiao Xinyan would hear, Qiao Xinyou lowered her voice and her tone was filled with warning.

Yan Yilang, not only did you forcefully kiss me, you even rushed to my house now. There is no justice in this world.

Although Qiao Xinyou held him back, Yan Yilang looked at Qiao Xinyan and smiled, "Xinyan, have you been well recently?"

As he spoke, he started to enter the door and pushed Qiao Xinyou away without revealing anything.

Damned girl, must you block me outside the door?

Qiao Xinyou helplessly let Yan Yilang enter the door.

"CEO, I'm fine." Qiao Xinyan replied with a smile. In her heart, she always thought that her elder sister still loved CEO. They were a match.

Yan Yilang sat on the sofa and looked at Qiao Xinyou, who had been wearing a face mask. He knew that she was trying to cover the wound on her mouth, so he deliberately asked, "Youyou, what's wrong with you? Why are you wearing a face mask?"

What's wrong? Yan Yilang, you still have the face to ask. It was all your fault.

Now you came to my house again. Are you here to see a joke?

"Nothing. I have a cold and was bitten by a dog."

"Dog?" Qiao Xinyan looked at Qiao Xinyou doubtfully.

"Hahaha, I was just joking." Qiao Xinyou hurriedly laughed. This dog was currently sitting on the sofa and still looked like a human.

For the entire morning, Yan Yilang, who had always been very busy, was like nothing had happened as he walked around Qiao Xinyou. Wherever Qiao Xinyou went, he would follow.

It was probably because he did not follow when he went to the toilet.

"Yan Yilang, are you done yet? Hurry up and leave my house." In the end, Qiao Xinyou's tone was full of disdain.

She really did not want to face this person. She wanted to put in effort to smile in front of Qiao Xinyan and also had to deal with this man who was like a follower. She really felt very tired.

Yan Yilang seemed to not care about her dislike at all. He just followed her and then joked, "Long live, isn't it uncomfortable to wear a mask all the time?"

Actually, how could he not care? He just hid the tiny wounds.

Qiao Xinyou was completely defeated by Yan Yilang.

She began to lie on the bed and support her corpse.

Yan Yilang brought a stool over and sat beside her bed, looking at her.

Because Qiao Xinyan was busy writing novels in her room, Yan Yilang said, "Xinyan is not here anymore. Do you still want to wear a mask?"

Only then did Qiao Xinyou take off the mask. It was so stuffy that she panicked and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Once she took it off, in the blink of an eye, Yan Yilang sat by her bedside.

Qiao Xinyou was shocked, "Yan Yilang, what are you doing?"

It was so sudden.

Yan Yilang's hand caressed Qiao Xinyou's cheek and his fingers caressed Qiao Xinyou's broken lips. The ambiguous atmosphere was strong. Qiao Xinyou turned her head and quickly used her hand to hit Yan Yilang's hand.

She turned her body and faced Yan Yilang with her back.

The room was silent.

Whoever had a close heart would have a distant heart.

Qiao Xinyou did not know how she had lived this day, but she was surrounded by Yan Yilang in a daze. She was disgusted, reluctant, and faintly happy.

At night, because of her lips, the magazine shoot was also pushed away. Gao Yang thought that she had some serious illness and insisted on coming to see her.

Qiao Xinyou anxiously refused. Good boy, if Gao Yang came and saw that there was a great Buddha like Yan Yilang at home, and her mouth was injured, she might be worried about him.

Gao Yang had always hoped that he would be able to get out of Yan Yilang's suffering.

After Qiao Xinyou's persuasion, Gao Yang finally decided not to come. Qiao Xinyou let out a sigh of relief. However, she had just relaxed a little when Gao Yang brought her even more explosive news.

He said, "Youyou, I have already helped you contact the investor who might know about Yan Fusheng's case back then. Do you want to go and take a look?"

"I, I." Qiao Xinyou glanced at Yan Yilang, who was sitting not far away and looking at her. She had mixed feelings in her heart. "Okay, when? I will go and take a look."

She finally made up her mind. It had been so many days and she was about to forget it. She did not expect Gao Yang to remind her again.

That's right. Maybe it was the only chance to help her father wash away the injustice. How could she give it up?