When Zhao Zhanhuai returned to his room, he found that there were a lot of Zhao Yuan's things in his room. There were two pillows on the sofa, and a short jacket was left in his room.

Zhao Zhanhuai's temples were throbbing.

If it was just a relationship between siblings, it would seem too intimate to outsiders. Moreover, Yuanyuan didn't seem to be so dependent on the rest of the family.

In the past, Zhao Zhanhuai didn't think much about it. He believed that Zhao Yuan might not really have that kind of feeling for him now. However, Mingxi's words were like a warning bell, making him suddenly wake up — no matter whether there was that kind of feeling or not, he had to nip it in the bud.

It was necessary to keep a distance.

Zhao Zhanhuai learned from the painful experience. He quickly asked his assistant to pack up the things that Zhao Yuan left in his room, put them in a cardboard box, and returned it to Zhao Yuan.

He didn't know if there were some things that belonged to Zhao Yuan, but as long as they were female products, he also asked his assistant to put them in the box.

Anyway, he was clean and had never brought anyone home. It could only be Zhao Yuan's.

As he packed up the things, Zhao Zhanhuai felt more and more that he was unconsciously biased.

There was not a single thing that belonged to Mingxi in his room.

If he thought about it carefully, Mingxi seemed to have never entered his room.

Zhao Zhanhuai's mood became heavier.

Zhao Yuan took the cardboard box from the assistant's hand. She was so wronged and angry that her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Bang!" She slammed the door.

When it was time for dinner, she didn't go downstairs.

The auntie knocked on the door twice. She covered her head in the quilt and refused to eat.

Zhao Yuan was rarely like this at home because everyone in the family doted on her, and she had never suffered any big grievances.

However, once she was unhappy to the extent that she didn't eat, the family would definitely take turns to comfort her.

But today, Mother Zhao hadn't come back yet. There were only Zhao Zhanhuai and Zhao Yuning.

Zhao Yuning was a simple-minded person. She spoke bluntly to everyone. When she knocked on the door, she said, "Sister Yuan, do you still want to eat? If you don't want to eat, then forget it.

Isn't it just firing Auntie Zhang? Do you have to go so far?

Big Brother said that Auntie Zhang has always been very harsh to Mingxi. Is Auntie Zhang more important or is Mingxi more important? "

Zhao Yuning muttered to himself, "Nonsense, firing a hundred Aunts Zhang is not as important as Sister Mingxi coming back."

"…"

Zhao Yuan felt suffocated.

Zhao Zhanhuai should have cared about her, but he was determined to keep a distance from Zhao Yuan. Besides, he couldn't help but think about what the head teacher of Mingxi had said to him last night.

The guilt he felt for Zhao Mingxi overwhelmed everything else. In the past, when Mingxi didn't eat, he didn't seem to care. Why did he have to cherish Yuanyuan in the palm of his hand?

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Zhanhuai frowned and said, "Let her be."

She waited until ten o 'clock in the evening, but no one came to comfort Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan's eyes were swollen like walnuts. Gradually, her heart was like ants on a hot pan. She finally panicked.

This was completely out of her expectations.

Why?

At about eleven o 'clock, the lights of a car swept outside. Mother Zhao, who was in charge of the birthday party, came back.

After a while, Zhao Yuan's door was pushed open. Mother Zhao walked in, sat on the bed, gently lifted Zhao Yuan's quilt, sighed, and comforted her, "Yuanyuan, why do you have to do this for Auntie Zhang?

This time, Auntie Zhang did something wrong, and your brother is angry. "

"If you really can't bear to see Mingxi come back from the birthday party, let Auntie Zhang apologize to Mingxi, and then call Auntie Zhang back."

Mother Zhao still cared about her.

Zhao Yuan felt much more at ease. She sat up and choked with sobs. "Mm …"

But in fact, was it because of Auntie Zhang?

What she cared about was the attitude of her brother and Zhao Yuning.

After comforting her, Mother Zhao looked at the cold moonlight outside the window and couldn't help but say, "I don't know how Mingxi is doing in school. She hasn't been back for a long time. I regretted scolding her last time, but I didn't have a way out."

Zhao Yuan, who had just calmed down a little, suddenly froze.