Tiêu đề Four O'Clock Flower Chapters 20 - 22 ✅

Qiao Liang’s reaction was very slow. He opened his mouth and blinked, his gaze wandering for a moment before focusing on the doctor’s nose. At the side, Qiao Fengtian bit the tender inside of his mouth, his burning gaze on Qiao Liang’s mouth. But all he saw was Qiao Liang furrowing his brows with some difficulty, and then shaking his head. Qiao Fengtian felt a touch of relief and also a burst of silent disappointment. According to the doctor, Qiao Liang’s condition largely depended on time. His prognosis was good but as for when he could step by step reach the point of full recovery, the doctor did not say and Qiao Fengtian also dared not ask. When he went home in the evening, he made a turn and went to the real estate agency near Railway Fourth Bureau. The red words and white backgrounds of rental notices filled one glass wall. The moment he pushed the door and entered, a property agent dressed in an ill-fitting suit got up and introduced himself. The property agent was young. A staff tag hung at his chest and there was a circle of red and swollen acne on his chin. “Hello, are you looking to rent or to buy?” Qiao Fengtian paused. “Rent. I’m renting.” “Location, price, size–please think about your requirements and I will make recommendations to you.” Qiao Fengtian had not considered those. With this question, he suddenly felt that he had acted in a haste. He opened his mouth, drew a breath, then smiled at the other man. “I haven’t thought of all those.” The agent blinked, looking at the top of Qiao Fengtian’s hair. “Then I–”

Qiao Fengtian couldn’t step away and free up some time to go back and check on him, nor did he dare take the initiative to say something to send Lin Shuangyu back to Langxi. Right now, he was seeing with perfect clarity the displeasure and disgust on her face. Curiously and from nowhere, Qiao Fengtian felt a faint terror. That expression on her face was unusually familiar, like he was back in that year when he was in Year 3 of junior high, when her beatings and scoldings had never ceased. “If you want to wash it, then please go ahead. The washing machine can spin it dry anyway.” After saying that, he turned to enter his room. Staying out of sight was the best way to keep peace. The moment he stepped into his room, he sensed something wrong. The curtains were opened wide, the bed covers spick and span, changed to a new all-cotton four-piece set. The things on the bedside table were also tidy to a fault. The small decorative items that had been set out and hung up had all been taken down, dusted and placed into a cardboard box next to the bed. Someone had obviously gone through every corner of the room. Qiao Fengtian’s hand that was undoing the buttons of his shirt froze. His temples pounded. He rushed to kneel on the floor and pulled open the lowest drawer on the bedside cabinet. A harsh tug to open it, a glance–all that remained inside was a bundle of mosquito coils and two magazines. The massage stick, condoms and lube that should be kept there carefully were all gone. Qiao Fengtian pulled open all the drawers from the top to the bottom to check, then went to ransack the box in his wardrobe. He even reached his arm under the bed and swept around the space–nothing. He then opened the small makeup case in his wardrobe–the bottles and brushes that had been inside were also all gone. On the other