Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

The man whose ID is Ning Caichen...

Were you in the same school as her?

Suddenly hearing the unexpected news, Qin Yiren thought for a moment, trying to deduce other clues from the information at hand.

The words celebrating the [-]th anniversary are written all over the game, which just proves that it has been ten years since the public beta of this game.

Judging from this, it is more likely that 'Ning Caichen' is her college alumni, and it is unlikely to be a high school classmate, but it cannot be ruled out that she started dating in high school.

Thinking of this, Qin Yiren continued to type in the chat box of the game, and whispered the words of the other party: [During college, it is inevitable to break up after graduation. ]
Merry Little Langjun: [Ah, I have also broken up a few couples, but my wife and I have achieved a positive result. ]
Sure enough, 'Ning Caichen' was really her college classmate.

Qin Yiren frowned slightly, and hesitantly replied again: [It's really fate that we can chat again after five years. Shall we organize our original friends to have an offline party? ]
Merry Young Lord: [Okay, I just planned this way, and now I have contacted seven former guild friends, do you remember Luo Ye, he is a superb assassin, I heard that he became a father the year before last. ]
No wonder, he took the initiative to greet her, it turned out that he had planned to meet offline.

[Hmm, I have a vague impression, so congratulations to him too. ]
Perfunctorily giving an ambiguous answer, Qin Yiren continued typing: [Has the meeting place been decided yet? ]
The Merry Young Lord: [Just stay in Jianghai, I remember that you and Ning Caichen are both from Jianghai, so it should be very convenient, right? ]
Merry Little Langjun: [The specific location has not yet been decided. In the past two days, old friends will come online from time to time. We need to solicit everyone's opinions for this kind of AA gathering, and finally we will vote. ]
Qin Yiren pursed her lips nervously, and tapped the screen with her slender fingertips.

[I have no objection, can you add my WeChat?Just let me know when it's ready. ]
The Merry Young Lord: [No problem, that... do you want to see Ning Caichen?I heard that he seemed to have logged in briefly last night and was about to leave him a message for a party. ]
Qin Yiren held his breath, his black and white pupils flashed with firmness: [If he can come, it is of course a good thing. ]
Merry Little Langjun: [It’s okay if you say that, I’ll leave a message for Ning Caichen right now, we’ll probably find a health club when the time comes. ]
[Sounds good, looking forward to ing...]
Putting down the phone, Qin Yiren opened the chat software and added an unfamiliar account.

Changing the name of the note to Merry Little Langjun, she sent an emoji to say hello, and poked it to look at the other party's circle of friends. The most recent one was a wedding photo from three months ago.

Sending out a red envelope to express her congratulations, Qin Yiren lowered her eyes and lay limp back on the bed.

If she is really Huang Qian, she must be very moved to see her former game friend again after five years.

However, at this moment, her mood was only anxiety and apprehension.

The only good news is that these game friends are all connected online.

Moreover, after five years, she can say that she can't remember some things. It is estimated that no one can see that she is not the Huang Qian she used to be, and can find out some news.

The focus is on that Ning Caichen.

If they are really alumni of the University of Medical Sciences and form a couple in the game, others think that they might get married in reality...

The combination of these details shows that Ning Caichen knows Huang Qian quite well.

What's more, what she learned was that even a close friend like Yan Xia Ye didn't know about that side, which might be an opportunity for her to recover her memory.

"Restore memory..."

Mumbling and repeating these four words, Qin Yiren closed her eyes, got up and took out the hidden diary, and wrote her current confused mood in beautiful handwriting.

As long as she remembers her past memories, she can find Xia Ye's baby. This is what she must do.

But when she really has Huang Qian's memory...

How to distinguish Qin Yiren and Huang Qian from each other?Or is there no need to distinguish at all?

Sighing with a heavy heart, Qin Yiren closed the notebook and played with the pink gel pen.

It was difficult for her to describe her tangled mood.

In fact, as long as it is not someone who has experienced the same amnesia as her, it is estimated that she will never be able to understand her bewilderment and loss.

Just as Qin Yiren was lost in thought, the phone beeped.

She trembled slightly, wondering if it was the message from 'Ning Caichen', and picked up the phone with a dazed expression.

Merry Little Langjun: [Thank you for the red envelope, but I can't accept it. Is the date of the party set at No.19 and No.20?It happened that the Mid-Autumn Festival was a three-day holiday, and I went back to spend time with my family on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. ]
[Of course, I am looking forward to it. ]
Not sure whether it was disappointment or relief, Qin Yiren got up to wash and change clothes after replying to the message, and when she went downstairs, she happened to meet Chu Qianqian who was about to leave.

"Sister-in-law, did you sleep well last night?"

Seeing that Qin Yiren's face was still a bit ugly, Chu Qianqian touched her forehead worriedly: "My brother is really serious, knowing that you are not feeling well, you still think about work all day long."

Qin Yiren smiled, "It's not his fault, if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't need to be so busy at all."

"Well, you don't blame him."

Chu Qianqian smiled playfully, playing with the car keys in her hand: "Sister Xia Ye just sent me a message, she has chosen a location to observe secretly, let's go now."

Qin Yiren nodded, looked back at the quiet guest room, thought of finding an opportunity to thank Bao Jingxing, and followed Chu Qianqian to leave the villa.

……

45:[-] am.

Qin Yiren put on a mask and sunglasses, and walked into the dessert house as if nothing had happened.

She chose a seat with a wide view to sit, and ordered a strawberry cake casually. She looked around quietly with her eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. First she saw Yan Xiaye in disguise, and then she saw the peaked cap on the window seat.

Choosing to meet here seems to be just a girl's preference, but in fact it was carefully planned by the three of them.

This dessert house is very popular in Jianghai, and the price of desserts is relatively high. Except for couples, most of the people who come here on weekdays are girls. The existence of the peaked cap itself is very abrupt.

In this way, even if he finds someone watching him secretly, he won't feel particularly weird.

Soon, Chu Qianqian, maintaining a beautiful and dignified image, appeared on the stage shiningly.

Sitting openly opposite the peaked cap, she raised her chin and asked, "Did you bring the check?"

The peaked cap stirred the coffee, "Where's your transfer contract?"

"Here." Chu Qianqian slapped the documents she carried on the table, and said nonchalantly, "Hurry up, I have other things to do."

Such an arrogant and arrogant attitude is not suspicious at all.

The peaked cap snorted heavily, took out a signed check from his pocket, and slowly pushed it in front of Chu Qianqian.

This person's facial features are not distinctive, with a face that makes people forget at a glance, it is indeed very suitable to be Yan Shuirou's dog leg.

"Let me see……"

Chu Qianqian picked up the check, carefully counted the zeros on it, and focused her eyes on the name of the check.

The other party's name was not Yanshuirou or Yanrou, but a company signed by Yiqing Finance.

Frowning slightly, Chu Qianqian said suspiciously: "A check from the company? Are you going to buy this cemetery and put it away, and then sell it for a higher price in a few years?"

The corners of the cap's lips twitched, and he said with a bad expression: "Miss, you have already earned 110 million, so don't ask about other things?"

"That's hard to say."

Chu Qianqian threw the check on the table and said thoughtfully: "Since your company is willing to spend 400 million yuan to buy it, maybe there is something hidden in it that I don't know. This cemetery has a higher value than 400 million yuan. ? Will demolition nearby?”

The peaked cap stared at her with a pale face, "This cemetery is just because of its good geomantic omen. Even if it is really demolished, it is impossible to turn it into a city center. Hurry up and sign the document, and we will settle the matter."

Chu Qianqian thought about it noncommittally, and asked with a smile: "If I increase the price, will your company agree?"

The hand with the peaked cap on the table was clenched into a fist, really wanting to curse.

Seeing that Chu Qianqian was eager to try, he had to leak some news that shouldn't be leaked: "Let me tell you the truth, 400 million is already the highest price, and it is impossible for this cemetery to appreciate to this level in decades!"

"Really? Your company will never do business at a loss, will it?"

While speaking, Chu Qianqian took out her mobile phone, checked the financial institution, and read out with great interest: "Look at the profile of your company, antique appreciation, and small auctions, all of which are based on buying low and selling high. Well."

The peaked cap choked, wishing to swallow the delicate girl in front of her whole.

His gaze fell on the document in Chu Qianqian's hand. He gritted his teeth and said, "This time is different. My company only earns an intermediary fee. The cemetery itself has no such value. What is expensive is that the buyer is willing to pay a high price."

Chu Qianqian jumped for joy, pretending to be ignorant on the surface: "Why?"

"Of course it's because this cemetery has special meaning for buyers!"

Afraid that Chu Qianqian would really raise the price temporarily, the peaked cap earnestly warned: "But there is a limit to the special meaning, and you cannot be allowed to blackmail you like a lion!"

"Alright alright."

Chu Qianqian pouted uninterestedly, and then became a little curious: "The last question, why did the buyer choose this cemetery? Although the feng shui is good, didn't you say that the cemetery where people have been buried is unlucky?"

Seeing her talking and opening the document, she gestured with a pen to write the most important signature.

The peaked cap was in a tense mood, staring at the tip of her pen with both eyes, and replied casually: "Then I don't know, and the buyer can't tell me everything."

Chu Qianqian just wrote the first word, and raised her pen after hearing this, "No, I just want to know."