Chapter 507
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"Who asked you to help me pack my things? Who asked you to help me put away her photos? Why are you so self-righteous?"
Zhao Han did not say anything. He sat down and looked at her.
"Qiu Cha, Enron is already dead. You can't continue to be depressed like this. When I came in, this place was filled with beer bottles and trash on the ground. You weren't like this in the past. Even if you don't live for yourself, you have to live for her."
I don't want to see you. Take out all her photos. I don't need to change my lifestyle because of you. That's just who I am. If you don't like it, then don't contact me anymore. "
Qiu Cha was really angry. She opened the door and wanted Zhao Han to leave.
Zhao Han was not angry. He still sat on the sofa calmly. He was afraid that Qiu Cha would take things too hard.
"Why are you so thick-skinned? I told you to get out. Did you hear me?"
Qiu Cha pulled his arm and walked out. Zhao Han did not move.
"I'm not leaving."
Just as Zhao Han finished speaking, he smelled the smell of something burning from the kitchen.
"Something seems to be burning."
He muttered to himself.
However, in the next second, his nerves tensed up.
"Oh no, the soup I made for you is burning."
Zhao Han immediately ran to the kitchen and turned off the fire.
He frowned. He had been so focused on talking that he forgot to turn off the fire. A good pot of chicken soup was ruined just like that.
It seemed that Qiu Cha was also interested in the pot of black chicken soup. After all, she had not eaten properly for a long time.
She had just scooped out a pot of black chicken soup and drank more than half of it.
"Doesn't it taste bad?"
Zhao Han smiled.
Qiu Cha was focused on eating and did not have time to speak.
"You eat first. I'll go and throw away the trash."
Zhao Han smiled.
He carried the trash out of the door. Tan Shilin happened to arrive at the door of the villa at this moment. Seeing that the door was open, he went in.
"Miss Qiu, long time no see. How have you been recently?"
Tan Shilin stood at the door with a gift in his hand and smiled.
Qiu Cha finished the last mouthful of chicken soup and looked up at the person at the door.
She didn't remember who this person was and asked in confusion.
"Who are you?"
"Miss Qiu might not remember me, but I have a very deep impression of Miss Qiu. We met at the Mo family's welcome party last time. Maybe Miss Qiu doesn't have a deep impression of me. I know that you and Miss Lan are friends.
Miss LAN has passed away. You must be very sad. I haven't seen you for so long. So I brought a gift and wanted to see you. Can I go in now?
Tan Shilin said politely.
Qiu Cha wiped the chicken soup from the corner of her mouth and said indifferently.
"Come in if you want."
She sat on the sofa and leaned her head against the sofa. She looked up at the ceiling with a hopeless expression.
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