Her eyes fell on Diudiu's face.

This little face, indeed, looked pretty.

More than one person had already said that she looked beautiful.

Zhang Fang touched her hand.

She should be merciful.

After all, such a pretty little face may be of great use in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fang did not hit her again.

She said, "Go back to sleep."

Diudiu went back to her room.

She lay on the bed, her tears still flowing.

Her mouth gently opened and she uttered two sentences wordlessly.

"Miss, I'm sorry."

"Mrs., I'm sorry."

...

Paris, France.

Qiao Shaoting came to the city again.

The last time he came here for Qin Xiaorou.

And this time, it was because of work.

After finishing work in the evening, Qiao Shaoting came to the Eiffel Tower.

He had nothing to do and just wanted to see it.

While he was watching, past memories crossed his mind.

When he came with Qin Xiaorou, Qin Xiaorou made a request.

She wanted to snuggle up to his shoulder and take a picture.

But he didn't agree.

Although they did take a picture later, their bodies didn't have any intimate actions.

But now when he thought about it ...

Qiao Shaoting gave a bitter laugh.

If he were given another chance, he would have said yes to Qin Xiaorou.

Although he did not love this woman.

This was just a humble request from her.

But at that time, he was so cruel.

Qiao Shaoting got depressed.

He looked at the Eiffel Tower.

This was the most famous building in France.

Some emotions came up.

When he was young, he acted wildly.

Always thought he could do anything.

Always thought he could control his destiny.

He thought he was excellent and he did things without fear.

But now at this age, he realized that a man couldn't control his destiny.

No matter how capable and wise the man was, he couldn't control his destiny.

Many things were predestined, beyond our control.

Such as him.

He could not even stay with the woman he loved most.

And a kind woman died because of him.

Irony appeared on Qiao Shaoting's lips.

He turned around and left the Eiffel Tower.

After returning to his residence, Qiao Shaoting did not rest.

He called Watson and asked him to email some work materials.

Watson, on the other end of the line, couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Qiao, it's late over there, isn't it?"

At this time, Mr. Qiao should be resting.

"Send them." Qiao Shaoting didn't say too much.

He knew the meaning of Watson's words.

At this time in France, he really should be resting.

But he had no desire to rest.

Ever since Qin Yu left him, his heart had been cut slowly with a blunt instrument.

The pain continued to flood through his body.

It could never stop.

And Qin Xiaorou's death aggravated the dull pain.

Qiao Shaoting could only numb himself with work.

With intense work to relieve the pain.

...

The next day.

Wen Tian brought Pei Tian to Qin Yu's store.

Pei Tian came to apologize to Qin Yu with a sincere attitude.

Qin Yu immediately touched Pei Tian's head and smiled, "It doesn't matter. How could I get angry with you?"

Then Qin Yu brought the bread and gave it to Pei Tian.

Pei Tian didn't eat it.

She said she wanted to go upstairs and sit down.

Qin Yu's current bakery was divided into two floors.

The upstairs was a rest area for customers.

But at this time of the day, there were no customers upstairs.

Qin Yu took Pei Tian upstairs.