When Qiao Anhao returned home, she first went to the bathroom to pick up the pregnancy test sticks thrown on the floor, put them in a black garbage bag, and took the test form he brought from the hospital, searched for a place to hide it around the bedroom, and finally lay on the furry carpet and stuffed it under the bed, but saw a familiar iron box.

Qiao Anhao was stunned for a moment, pulled out the iron box, opened it, and saw the old RMB, air tickets, train tickets, and an envelope with a light blue background and pink peach heart.

This was the surprises she bought for Lu Jinnian when she was celebrating her birthday. She could only hide the iron box under the bed because she wanted to hide it. Later, she thought that the child was taken away by him. When she was separated from him, she only cared about those things and inertially thought that the iron box was in her suitcase.

If it weren't for today, she accidentally discovered that she would not know how long this iron box would have to stay under this bed?

Qiao Anhao stared at the things in the iron box for a while, then bent her lips slightly, stuffed the pregnancy test sticks and test sheets he had all into the iron box, covered the lid, and pushed them back under the bed.

When Xu Jiamu returned to Suyuan's apartment, Song Xiangsi was cooking in the kitchen in an apron.

The kitchen is open. When Xu Jiamu stood at the entrance to change his shoes, he saw Song Xiangsi holding a knife with a momentum, and chopping cucumbers with a knife without any rules and beauty.

She clearly turned on the smoking machine, but she didn't know what Song Xiangsi did. The smell of smoke in the house was a little choking. She heard the sound of the door opening, covered her mouth, coughed, turned her head, and said to Xu Jiamu in a blunt way: "You're back? Wash your hands and have a meal."

Then, without waiting for Xu Jiamu to reply, he turned his head directly, as if he was murderous. He held the hilt of the knife in both hands, chopped the cucumbers on the chopping board randomly, and then grabbed them, put them in two bowls, holding one in one hand, putting it hard on the dining table, and raised his eyebrows at Xu Jiamu who was standing in the living room with a frown and looking at her: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Are you not eating?"

"Yeah." Xu Jiamu responded, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and sat opposite Song Xiangsi. As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, when he saw the black ball of things in the bowl, he was so scared that the chopsticks fell from his hands and fell on the table: "Song Xiangsi, can you tell me what this is?"

Song Xiangsi calmly lifted her eyelids, with a proper expression: "Why, why haven't you eaten fried noodles?"

"Fried sauce noodles? How does your fried sauce noodles look like?" Xu Jiamu picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the dough lumps that were piled into a ball of dough in the bowl and the cucumber shreds that were of varying thickness, and the black sauce that could not tell what it was. He smiled twice with disgust: "Haha, I really didn't see it."

As Xu Jiamu finished speaking, Song Xiangsi grabbed the bowl in front of him and poured it out without saying a word. Xu Jiamu quickly grabbed the bowl back, held the chopsticks, stirred it hard for a long time before he barely picked up a noodles and put it in his mouth. The next second, Xu Jiamu picked up the water cup beside him and drank it in his mouth: "Song Xiangsi, how much salt did you put?"
Chapter completed!