Chapter 378: If You Miss Someone, Just Apologize Proactively

so much noise, she would change her clothes and go knock on his door to ask him if he was tired of living.Perhaps the upstairs resident sensed her resentment and coincidentally stopped making noise a...The child's voice was so innocent. Qiao Baoer's heart was touched by it, "I don't want to abandon them."

Pei Yi was already very mature and sensible at the age of six. This was probably influenced by his mother. After giving birth to him, Guan Lei had always disliked Pei Yi as her son. Although he was young, the child knew that his mother didn't like him.

"I saw two Jun younger brothers, if you don't want them, they will definitely be sad. Don't give up on them."

Qiao Baoer was always afraid of such sentimental atmospheres, so she quickly turned on the TV to liven things up.

"I like watching elephants, crocodiles, pythons, leopards, and the owls I saw last time were pretty interesting too,"

Joe Baller was watching TV while sharing her thoughts with a 6-year-old boy, "But I hate lions the most, that male lion with a bunch of whiskers is so lazy. He just sits around all day while those female lions go hunting. Such a scumbag."

Pei Yi secretly glanced at him, and she found that he took everything seriously, even watching Animal World. His eyes were sparkling with attention.

Pei Yi doesn't watch many documentaries, but he thinks Auntie Hejun is right, "I hate public lions too."

Outside the hotel, a blizzard raged. Inside this small suite room, soft lights illuminated the space where two people sat cuddled on the bed, watching a documentary together. The atmosphere was quite cozy.

In today's world of information, people are always busy with work. When they get home, they each hold their phones and it's rare to have time to chat and keep each other company.

"It's been a while since anyone has watched this with me. Xiao Zhu said it's boring."

Pei Yi raised her little face and looked at her, asking very naturally, "Uncle Jun doesn't have one"

Jo Bao'er continued to stare at the giant crocodile on the big screen, her expression unchanged, shaking her head.

Pei Yi also knew that his impressive Uncle Jun must be very busy.

Jo Baoer subconsciously flipped through her WeChat contact list. She suddenly remembered Tang Yu. Besides Tang Yu, no one else had been as close to her and sat so intimately beside her when they were children.

Who is Sleeping Beauty

Pei Yi gossiped and leaned closer, seeing that this WeChat account's messages had been pinned by Auntie Jun.

"Little column."

Jo Baoer told him directly, while messaging the account of this "Sleeping Beauty," [Little Zhuzi, your uncle is looking for you, where did you run off to]

Although Pei Yi is young, he is already very familiar with these mobile apps. It seems like his aunt is quite acquainted with this person.

"Would this person watch documentaries with you" Pei Yi asked her unexpectedly.

"When I was a child."

When he was a child, Tang Yu was forced to obey and never dared to resist.

"Is that person a male" Pei Yi was very curious about this account.

"Yes."

"So, will he still be willing to play with you now that he's grown up" Pei Yi's face was a little serious.

Qiao Bao'er thought for a moment, then said very surely, "Yes."

Suddenly, a loud bang came from outside.

Joe Baoer immediately got out of bed and ran to the window to look outside, Pei Yi also nervously followed her.

It is now midnight in Switzerland. The sky is pitch black with no stars in sight. A hundred meters in front of the hotel entrance, four ice sculptures of exquisite swans are arranged, illuminated by colorful lights. These four translucent long-necked swans are graceful and elegant, radiating a sense of life.

Because Qiao Baoer lived in a high-floor suite in the hotel, she wasn't very aware of the wind and snow outside.

But through the faint glimmer of color, it looked like an advertising sign had been blown over by the wind and snow, smashing into this ice sculpture swan. One swan's long neck was broken.

This means the wind and snow outside are bigger than she imagined.

Even the fixed metal signboards nearby were blown about wildly. If one hit someone, it would surely cause serious injury.

Qiao Bao'er's expression grew solemn. Although she was now inside the hotel with heating, the howling wind and snow outside were evident. She reached out her hand and touched the glass window with her palm, feeling its chill.

This weather has deteriorated so quickly compared to daytime, she's a bit worried about how to leave.

At this time, the Jun family's house, 6:00 AM.

Following the Jun family's custom, everyone sat together for breakfast as usual.

Jun, the shepherd, was eating a plate of spaghetti. He was using his knife and fork slowly with each hand, seemingly lost in thought. He wasn't paying attention and ended up cutting himself on the finger with the knife.

The steward beside him saw that his finger was bleeding and immediately called for someone to bring over disinfectants and other common medicines.

"It's useless."

Old Master Jun glared at him with fury, muttering something incomprehensible.

It was just a small wound, with only a few drops of blood. Jun Zhimu didn't take it to heart, put down his cutlery, and had no appetite. He stood up and left the table.

The butler was very anxious, he insisted that at least use disinfected wet wipes to disinfect the small wound on his finger.

Junzhi Mu is usually quite tolerant toward those who truly care about him, so he just casually wipes them off when they offer.

While he sat at the table, his mother Jiang Meili didn't even glance at him, maintaining her composure and continuing to eat.

However, Junzhi Mu looked at the dark red blood on the white wet tissue and for some reason felt a little uneasy. He frowned, thinking about other things.

"Brother," Jun Zhiyan timidly called out to him, her words few. In truth, she was concerned for him.

"A small cut."

He came back to his senses and looked at Jun Zhiyan, who was sitting to his right at the dining table. Towards his introverted younger sister, Jun Zhimou still had a considerable amount of patience and responded with a sentence.

Junzhi Mu strode back to his study, he hadn't felt like going back to the company these past few days.

Mr. Jun suddenly glared at him and shouted, "You're always so restless and foolish! Even if she gets angry and scolds you, it's better than her going abroad on vacation and forgetting about you because she meets a handsome guy, useless thing!"

The old man's lecture fell upon the dinner table like a heavy silence. Even the butler and the maids wore grave expressions.

Jun Zhi Mu cast a glance at his grandfather, and for once, the two didn't confront each other. He silently returned to his study.

Junzhi's family doesn't like wasting time on electronic devices, but lately, everyone in the Jun household has noticed that their young master, Junzhi, always reaches for his phone to scroll through social media whenever he has a free moment.

This is really strange.

At 6 AM in China, it would be around midnight in Qiao Bao'er's place.

After returning to her study, Junzhi's Mu acted as if she had recently developed a bad habit. The first thing she did was check WeChat Moments. She posted a new update, but it wasn't clear who she was watching a documentary with.

It's so late, you're still up.

I had called Lu Qinan before, although his friend wasn't reliable and hung up on me quickly, but what Lu Qinan said, ' Qiao Bao'er doesn't want to see you,' did make him concerned.

Whenever she was involved, his dignity became so lowly.

Junzhi looked at his phone, a little annoyed.

Irritated with myself for being too arrogant, perhaps annoyed that I'm so cautious now.

The small wound on his fingertip was still bleeding. He picked up a tissue from the table at random and pressed it against it. Blood seeped through the paper and slowly finally stopped flowing.

The Lord of the Hunt was sensitive to smells, even this faint scent of blood.

A sense of foreboding washed over me.

He picked up his phone and, without hesitation, dialed Qiao Baobao's number.

But her phone rang three times over there and then the connection was cut.

Ring ring ring...

Phone prompt: 【The user you dialed is not in the service area...】 were bright, and a large crowd of people seemed to be having a party, eating, drinking, and laughing loudly.Jo Bao'er vaguely caught sight of a few familiar figures, Samba, Count Black Cat...Tang Yu...