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After dealing with the affairs of City S, Qi Yu immediately rushed back to the seaside apartment where the program team was located.

It was already late when we arrived, and the live broadcast tasks of the program group had also ended.

He got off the Palamela with the license plate number [Shanghai A·886SB], and was about to step in when he was stopped by a voice from inside the car:

"Boss Qi."

Zhao Jin hurriedly got off the driver's seat following him, with a slightly worried expression:

"The old man..."

"Tsk..."

After returning to S city to deal with those things, he had exhausted his patience, and now he was stopped by Secretary Zhao, Qi Yu was naturally in a bad mood.

He frowned slightly, and just waved his hand impatiently at Zhao Jin, with a calm tone in his tone:

"It's only Lao Tzu's side now."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Zhao Jin behind him, and entered the dimly lit Dian Lian apartment without looking back.

"..."

Zhao Jin, who was left alone in the wind, could only quietly look at the tall figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, showing a motherly smile:

"This is the first time the young master has lost control like this..."

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in the apartment.

Qi Yu watched the live broadcast of the show on the way here, and made sure that the person was not in the room.

So when he came to the top floor, he went straight across the two people's room without hesitation, and strode towards the open-air garden.

But before they reached the door, they vaguely heard the conversation between the two.

It was only when he got closer that he could hear clearly that in the middle of the night, that boy Fang Xubai actually touched the top floor quietly while he was not there.

What else to say:

"Brother Qi, it's true, how could you leave without saying goodbye, and you've been away for three days, which caused you to be said so miserably, and I didn't see him come out to clarify for you..."

Listening to the green tea speech that he was clearly giving himself eye drops, Qi Yu smiled instead of anger.

He simply leaned lazily against the door frame with his arms folded, and looked at the two people in the middle of the garden with interest.

"Boy, green tea, right?"

Although his expression was joking, his tone carried an undisguised awe.

As the voice fell, the two people in the garden turned their heads alertly.

"Qi Yue?!"

Jiang Qiyu pawed at the frame of the hanging basket, her eyes shining brightly.

"Qi, Brother Qi?!"

Fang Xubai opened his eyes wide, his expression was obvious surprise:

"Brother Qi, you, why are you back at this hour?"

Qi Yu curled his lips slightly when he heard the words, and walked towards the two with his long legs:

"I didn't come here to listen, you two ran to the rooftop in the middle of the night without sleeping..."

While speaking, he came to the two of them in two or three steps.

Holding Jiang Qiyu's slightly shaking hanging basket with her right hand, and lightly resting her left hand on Fang Xubai's shoulder, her voice was low and flat:

"What is this about me?"

"No......"

Fang Xubai's whole body froze, and he felt that the hand on his shoulder that was casually placed seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he repeatedly waved his hand with his neck stuck:

"Didn't say anything..."

It's just that he confessed his love in time, but he couldn't resist the fact that someone around him confessed faster.

Jiang Qiyu immediately jumped down from the hanging basket with a smile on her face when she heard the words, quickly drew a line with Fang Xubai beside her, and accused him sternly:

"He said you left without saying goodbye."

After speaking, he raised his hands high to show his innocence:

"I didn't say anything."

Seeing that Sister Qiyu had drawn a clear camp with him, Fang Xubai also spread his hands and confessed the true thoughts in his heart:

"Originally, it was obviously Brother Qi. You suddenly disappeared without a word. I don't know why those people outside are blaming Sister Qiyu."

After finishing speaking, I did not forget to add a sentence to prove myself:

"I'm just afraid that sister Qiyu will be sad when she finds out, so I came to comfort her..."

Qi Yu narrowed his eyes and asked, "How do you know about this?"

"I overheard what the staff said."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Qiyu, who was next to him with her mouth closed tightly, and then turned his gaze back to Fang Xubai:

"Then how did she know?"

Fang Xubai said without hesitation, "Of course I told sister Qiyu."

"Is that as long as you don't tell her, she won't know."

"Hey (↗)"

For a while, Fang Xubai's little head was not enough, he frowned and thought for a long time:

"......and many more!"

Suddenly, as if he wanted to understand something, he raised his hand to signal:

"But after the show is over, won't she know?"

Qi Yu took it easy: "I came back before the show ended, the rumors are self-defeating, where does she know?"

"hiss......"

"Hey—harmony makes money and qi makes money..."

When Jiang Qi met the situation, she hurried forward to smooth things over, and waved to the young man who seemed to be starting to grow his brain:

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back to the house and sleep."

Fang Xubai is a good-hearted child, but he doesn't have much.

If we continue to chat with Qi Yu, I'm afraid the CPU will burn dry.

Coaxing Fang Xubai away, Jiang Qiyu immediately turned around with her arms folded, squinting at the man standing in the middle of the garden with one hand in his pocket.

"..."

I saw that he was dressed in loose casual clothes. Although his expression was a little displeased, his dark eyes were slightly shimmered by the hazy light, which weakened the sharp feeling brought by the three-dimensional bone.

I have to admit, this man really has something.

While she was observing him calmly, Qi Yu also raised his eyebrows and looked back.

She was wearing a pure cotton home dress of the same color, which was tightly wrapped from head to toe, not even half an inch of her ankle was exposed.

But he could still see a little bit of beauty from her half-dry hair and half-covered fair neck.

Even this little bit, under the blessing of the dim light, was enough to instantly relieve him of those messy things.

Qi Yu's eyes became softer, staring at her and slowing down his voice:

"Did you see the message I sent you?"

Jiang Qiyu nodded: "I see."

"Sent it last night, why didn't you reply to me?"

"Because of illiteracy."

After speaking, she thought for a while and added:

"Don't worry, I've already learned the vowels."

"Can't you be serious for a minute?"

Qi Yu gave her an angry look, and without looking at her again, he turned around and sat on the chair next to him.

Jiang Qiyu immediately ran over again, sat back in the hanging basket, and said softly:

"Actually, every time I want to talk to you, I feel nervous. It's only for you. I don't know what's wrong."

Her two calves swayed briskly in the air, then poked her head out and looked at Qi Yu with a smile:

"Maybe it's called...love is wanting to touch and then holding back."

Faced with her apparently unserious nonsense, Qi Yue was not annoyed, but looked up slightly at the dark night sky.

"..."

It took a long time before Jiang Qiyu spoke slowly in the eyes full of doubts:

"you like me?"

"Of course!"

For the young master's 300 million commission, Jiang Qiyu didn't hold back at all, and just opened her mouth with some bad jokes:

"I used to have a love brain. I just had an operation to remove the love brain. Now I like you without the brain."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand very greasyly to show her heart to him.

It's just that the winking eyes seemed to have disappeared. Facing her offensive, Qi Yue didn't take a single look away, and still looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, he said lightly:

"What if there is no such 300 million?"

The clear line between the man's protruding Adam's apple and the jaw line makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

Jiang Qiyu was a little distracted, so she could only reply subconsciously:

"What, what?"

"I say."

Qi Yu slowly turned his head to meet her gaze, and his deep voice was wrapped in the warm night wind and sent to her ears:

"If you don't have that 300 million, would you still like me?"