Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Qin Heng naturally did not agree to Yang Xun's request.

He has no interest in meeting women or anything like that.

After hanging up Yang Xun's phone, Qin Heng dialed Ji Qing's number.

The call is connected.

"I'm back home." Qin Heng spoke immediately before Ji Qing could speak.

A strange man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji went to take a shower. Do you have anything you want me to convey?"

Mr. Ji.

Take a bath.

Strange man.

Qin Heng suddenly clenched his phone and said in a normal tone, "It's nothing."

He looked at the time after hanging up the phone.

It's already eleven o'clock at night.

What kind of bath, and a man?

Qin Heng felt an inexplicable resentment in his heart, and he tugged on the buttons of his shirt.

It was already very late when he returned to Courtyard No. 8. After taking a shower, he drank a glass of red wine and lay on the bed, but the feeling in his heart still lingered.

He suddenly sat up, took out his cell phone, and dialed Ji Qing's number again.

The corners of my heart seemed to be covered with darkness.

Qin Heng stared at the screen of his mobile phone. After the beeping continued for a long time, the timer appeared.

The call was connected.

"what's up?"

A familiar lazy woman's voice.

Qin Heng cleared his throat and said, "You didn't answer the call just now."

"Ah."

"Where are you?" Qin Heng grasped the edge of the pillow.

There was a faint sound of a lighter roller coming from the other end of the phone.

"Of course, do things that make you happy."

Qin Heng's fingers were so tense that a hole almost poked out of the silk pillowcase under his fingers.

"How happy?"

He could even imagine Ji Qing's red lips slightly opening, and she said slowly: "Ecstasy."

Qin Heng

He moved the phone away, pulled the collar of his pajamas to the window, opened the window, and let the midnight wind blow in.

The wind in the middle of the night in late spring is still a bit cold.

A normal person would be clear-headed if he blew the blow, but the more Qin Heng blew, the more confused his mind became, and he felt like he was being wronged.

Ji Qing's voice came from the receiver: "It's midnight, is there something urgent?"

"Aren't you asleep too?" Qin Heng asked.

Ji Qing exhaled the smoke and said lazily: "You disturbed me. If it were not urgent, I would be angry."

Qin Heng directly opened the glass door of the balcony, walked out, and stood on the balcony to enjoy the wind.

"Didn't you say you would treat me to dinner? Tomorrow night."

"I'm not in Nancheng. I'm on a business trip. The earliest I can do it is dinner on Saturday."

Qin Heng agreed: "Okay, let's do it on Saturday."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Heng leaned on the railing of the terrace and stared at Ji Qing's name in the call history on the phone screen.

She was on a business trip. She was taking a shower at 11 o'clock in the evening, and a strange man answered the phone. The man was very respectful and polite to her.

As far as he knew, her assistants were all women.

To be respectful to a person, there is another possibility besides the fact that the other person is your boss.

customer.

Employment relationship, late nights, bathing, happy things.

It's not that Qin Heng is dirty, it's that there are many rich women in their circle who raise people outside. Even the rich and unmarried daughters have many "friends" outside.

He substitutes inertial thinking.

But then I thought about it, they were just old classmates, why should he be angry and why should he care about her private life?

Qin Heng cursed something in a low voice and strode into the room.

Five minutes later, he stood up from the bed, took out the cigarette case and lighter from the drawer, walked to the wicker chair on the terrace and sat down.

He hunched his back and smoked half a pack of cigarettes until the sky glowed slightly, and he raised his bloodshot eyes.

Only then did he realize that the dew was quite heavy this season, and his shoulders were slightly moist.

He was already in the process of recovering from a serious injury, and coupled with the erosion of dew, he started to have a fever after dawn.

While scolding himself for being crazy, he went downstairs to find antipyretics.

It took me a long time to find the expired ibuprofen.

In the end, Sui Xing drove out and bought antipyretics and came back.

After taking antipyretic medicine, Qin Heng lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Suddenly he felt a soft touch on his forehead, and someone called his name gently.

Qin Heng opened his eyes suddenly.

He was the only one in the huge room.

nobody else.

He touched his forehead and found a layer of sweat. His fever had subsided and he felt much more awake.

On Saturday evening, Qin Heng arrived at the Jinxiu Heshan Hotel. When the waiter helped him open the door of the box, he saw Ji Qing sitting at the dining table, lowering her head and pressing her mobile phone.

She was wearing a slightly loose sports suit, her hair was tied back casually, and there was a dark green sports backpack on the chair next to her.

He looked like he had just come out of the gym.

Be as casual as you want.

On the other hand, Qin Heng looked more formal in black trousers and white shirt.

Ji Qing raised her eyes and looked over, but instead of looking at Qin Heng, she told the waiter, "The food is ready to be served."

When the waiter turned around and went out, Ji Qing took the time to look at Qin Heng and put her chin on one hand, "Do you want me to go over and hug you?"

"With your small body, don't even think about it." Qin Heng unbuttoned the top button of his shirt collar.

Ji Qing's eyes passed over his Adam's apple, "Then why don't you come over quickly?"

After Qin Heng sat down, Ji Qing asked him: "What are you drinking?"

Qin Hengke remembered that not long after he returned to China, the two of them drank at his home. Ji Qing's drinking capacity was not very good.

"Stop drinking, I'm afraid you'll get drunk."

Ji Qing snorted, "I don't know who got drunk first."

She asked the waiter to get three bottles of white wine, weighing three kilograms.

"Since I'm inviting you to dinner, let's follow our family's tradition of drinking white wine."

Ji Qing opened a bottle of wine and raised an eyebrow at him, "Drink whatever you want. If you feel bad, you can stop at any time."

As she spoke, she placed the bottle of white wine on the turntable and turned it to the opposite side.

Qin Heng looked deeply at the wine bottle in front of him.

The mellow aroma of liquor gradually spreads out.

Three kilograms of liquor for two people to drink. She asked for some casual drinking?

He silently unbuttoned the second button of his shirt.

However, he thought that Ji Qing's drinking capacity was not enough for him to take her so seriously.

Ji Qing poured herself a glass of wine.

Qin Heng also poured himself a glass.

Ji Qing raised her glass, and suddenly an indescribable feeling spread from the bottom of her heart. Spasmodic pain began to wreak havoc in her heart, and she could hardly hold the glass.

But the strange thing is that the feeling disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She glanced at Qin Heng and said, "I don't know what to say for the first cup, so just congratulate us on being alive."

Qin Heng raised his glass and smiled slightly, "Congratulations to all of us for being alive."

Ji Qing raised her head and drank all the wine in the glass.

He suppressed the tightness in his chest.

Seeing how quickly she drank, it was too late for Qin Heng to persuade her.

He exhaled, too, congratulating them all on being alive, there was nothing to hesitate about.

At this moment, Qin Heng thought to himself that there was nothing more important than living.

He never thought that one day he would feel nothing more painful than being alive.