Chapter 142 When I Was a Teenager in Bright Clothes and Angry Horses (2)

Qiao Lian lowered her head excitedly, but when she saw the caller ID above, she lowered her head in disappointment.

The call was from my mother.

She answered the phone in despair, and heard her mother's gentle voice, "Xiao Qiao, have you seen Zichuan? How is it? You must be deceived by male sex, right? You forgot to give us a hug!"

Qiao Lian's eyes suddenly turned red.

She choked and said, "Mom..."

As soon as the sound came out, he burst into tears.

The mother's anxious voice came from the other side, "Xiao Qiao, what's wrong? If you have something to say, tell me, what's wrong?"

But the more her mother cared about her, the more she wanted to cry.

She bit her lip and couldn't help crying. She didn't know whether she was crying for herself or Zichuan.

Her mother comforted her softly on the phone for a long time. Just after hanging up, my father called again. His calm and steady voice seemed to calm people's hearts: "Xiao Qiao, no matter what happens, don't be afraid. You are my daughter, Qiao Dong. Tell Dad, where are you?"

Only then did Xiao Qiao realize that her parents might have misunderstood something, and she quickly spoke with a choked voice: "I, I'm still in the cafe. Dad, he didn't come... Wuwu, he didn't come..."

The other party was obviously relieved, "Xiao Qiao, don't cry. It's too late now. You go back to the hotel first. He may have something to do today. You have his mobile phone number and you will contact him sooner or later."

Qiao Lian bit her lip and replied, "Okay, I understand, Dad."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Lian wiped her tears, but her expression was more determined than ever.

If Zichuan doesn't come, she won't leave.

She didn't know whether she was angry with herself or with him. She sat there quietly, staring at her mobile phone.

Until the waiter from the cafe came over and said, "Miss, our cafe will be closing soon. Please..."

Only then did Qiao Lian notice the time. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

She looked a little stunned. At this moment, the door of the cafe was pushed open.

She raised her head and saw a majestic man standing at the door, looking at her.

Qiao Lian's eyes suddenly turned red again, "Dad!"

She jumped up and ran straight into her father's arms.

But her father patted her back gently, "I knew you were not obedient. Fortunately, you are coming to Beijing. Your mother was worried and asked me to follow you... Xiao Qiao, it's so late, let's go back to the hotel first. ?"

Qiao Lian shook her head, "Dad, no, I'll just wait here."

The father looked at her look, stretched out his hand to touch her head lovingly, and then called the waiter to the side. He didn't know what he said, but the waiter never came to chase them away.

That night, she sat by the window all night.

Because her father's arrival calmed her mood.

She gradually became less impatient and more persistent.

She took her cell phone and still called him every five minutes.

At the beginning, she was still holding on to expectations, hoping that the phone call would get through in the next second.

It's so late, Zichuan should go home and recharge his mobile phone even though it's dead, right?

Until later, she circulated numbly.

The sky in Beijing was gradually turning white, but she didn't feel sleepy, and her little face was tense.

Then, after she didn't know how many times she called, the other party finally answered.