There are bright stars in your eyes

Chapter 422 Conflict (7)

He used a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl over and over again, watching the porridge turn around like a small whirlpool.

"Actually, He Ziqian cares about you quite a bit..." He murmured, not knowing whether to tell himself or Zhao Wanqing.

Zhao Wanqing was stunned for a moment, her clear eyes became darker, and a complicated look appeared on her face.

She put the porridge into her mouth bit by bit, her movements were mechanical and stiff, and she didn't look like she was enjoying it.

Just like that, after the two of them finished their meal, Zhang Tingjian sent Zhao Wanqing home.

Due to the extremely strict security facilities of Minghao Apartment, Zhang Tingjian could only park his car by the door.

Zhao Wanqing got out of the car at the door, and said to Zhang Tingjian, "Brother Tingjian, I will go to the old villa to see my father's belongings, and try to find evidence from it."

Zhang Tingjian clenched his fist, raised his hand, and said to her, "Come on!"

Zhao Wanqing smiled lightly, the expression on her face was very light, in the night, there was a smell of otherworldly fireworks.

Zhang Tingjian remembered that there were red dates in the car, and called to her, "Wanqing, wait!"

Zhao Wanqing stopped her steps, pulled her bangs behind her ears with her hands, and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Tingjian opened the trunk, took out three bags of red dates and handed them to Zhao Wanqing.

"I asked my classmate to send this back from XJ. This jujube has thin skin and thick flesh, sweet and soft. You can eat it as a snack, and it can also replenish blood."

Zhao Wanqing received it and said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Ting Jian."

Zhang Tingjian shook his head, the expression on his face was neither happy nor relaxed, it seemed a little melancholy or even lonely.

He waved his hands, turned around, as if he was about to leave, took a few steps, turned around again, hugged Zhao Wanqing, and buried his head on her shoulder.

"Wanqing, give me some opportunities, okay? Don't let He Ziqian occupy your heart and imprison your body."

Zhao Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Brother Ting Jian, my body and mind have always been free, and I have never been occupied or imprisoned by anyone. I have always been a free man."

Zhang Tingjian let go of her shoulders and nodded to him with a smile, "Okay, okay, okay."

There was a little light in his eyes, as if he saw hope again.
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Xie Zhen drove He Ziqian home.

After getting in the car, He Ziqian opened the window and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.

When Bulgari opened and closed, the cigarette was lit, and a few wisps of green smoke curled up from his fingertips.

Xie Zhen glanced at him cautiously through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help frowning.

He opened his mouth tremblingly and said, "President, you have smoked too much recently, pay attention to your body."

He Ziqian didn't speak, and brought the Yellow Crane Tower to his mouth, and took a deep breath.

When the car arrived at the door of Minghao's apartment, Xie Zhen saw two familiar figures.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, it seemed to be...Miss Zhao and Director Zhang.

Director Zhang was holding three bags of jujube-like things and was about to hand them to Miss Zhao.

His heart sank suddenly, and he sneaked a look at He Ziqian's face through the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, He Ziqian's face had turned livid.

The guard opened the door, and just as he was turning the steering wheel to the left, intending to drive the car into the community, He Ziqian's voice rang in his ears, "Stop!"

The voice was low and dark, mixed with obvious anger.

Xie Zhen slammed on the brakes and stopped the car. The tires of the car rubbed against the ground and made a heavy "chi chi chi" sound, as if it was a rainy day and there were bursts of thunder from the sky.

(Welcome to click Remembrance's stand-in bride: President, let's get a divorce)

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