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

A red sports car was parked under the shade of a tree, the leaves of which were not lush at this season.

The car window was lowered, and Ji Qing looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa.

His eyes were always on that man.

When Qin Heng called her, she was actually already on her way to the hospital. She just suddenly wanted to pick him up from get off work, so she went there without even saying hello.

As a result, at the fork in the road, I saw Qin Heng's car driving in another direction.

She saw the missed call on her phone.

Thinking of playing a trick on him, I drove after him.

Unexpectedly, when I came to this villa area which was just built in recent years, I heard that many people with poor health came here to recuperate because of the good surrounding environment.

She thought this was a property of Qin Heng, but she never imagined that there was a woman in the house.

Looking at the two people sitting face to face, there was a cake on the table.

Of course she knew that today was not Qin Heng's birthday.

Ji Qing leaned back in her chair, watching the scene quietly, when suddenly a faint light flashed in her peripheral vision.

She narrowed her eyes, pushed open the car door, and slowly walked behind the bushes.

The paparazzi hiding behind the bushes just noticed someone approaching and tried to run, but it was too late.

Ji Qing grabbed his collar and pulled him back, then kicked his knee with her high heels, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud.

She asked coldly: "What did you shoot?"

"It's none of your business! If you don't let go, I'll be rude to you."

Ji Qing sneered, "I'm in a bad mood, you'd better say whatever you want to say."

That man looks like a paparazzi.

He took pictures of the villa. The people inside were neither celebrities nor people who were frequently on the trending searches.

She said slowly, "Your employer asked you to follow that man and take pictures of him and that woman?"

The paparazzi swallowed.

Refuse to admit it.

"Your employer is a middle-aged woman, right?"

The paparazzi froze and his face changed.

Ji Qing pursed her red lips.

really.

She suddenly laughed. It was a low-level yet very effective strategy.

"Did she ask you to take photos and send them to Ji's Group and the president's office?"

The paparazzi couldn't hold it anymore and asked nervously, "Who are you?"

Ji Qing threw the other person away like trash, "Go back and tell your employer, if you're not feeling well, just be quiet. If you desperately want your condition to get worse, I have plenty of ways to help her."

The paparazzi watched the other party get into the car and drive away before he got up in a panic.

At the same time, Qin Heng's heart ached. He subconsciously looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and suddenly felt uneasy.

The girl named Zhou Zhou over there just finished blowing out the candles.

"Zhou Zhou, you should rest early. I'm going back first."

"You won't leave without a piece of cake?"

Qin Heng shook his head, "No, I don't like sweets."

Zhou Zhou nodded, "Then please come over, Brother Qin Heng. My brother would be very happy if he knew you were here to celebrate his birthday with him."

Qin Heng didn't say anything else and turned to walk towards the gate.

Zhou Zhou stood up to see her off, but Qin Heng looked back at her inconvenient legs and said, "No need to see me off."

Having said that, he strode out, got in the car, and drove towards Haoting Yipin.

But when he opened the door and went in, he found that Ji Qing was not at home.

Tomorrow is Saturday. She didn't work overtime tonight, and I didn't hear her say she had any activities. It's almost twelve o'clock now. Where can she go?

Qin Heng took out his cell phone and took a look. Ji Qing had not replied to the message he had sent her before.

He dialed her number directly.

After the phone rang a few times, as soon as the other end answered, Qin Heng couldn't wait to ask: "Qingqing, where have you been?"

Ji Qing's voice seemed to come from far away, probably because she was on speakerphone, "I'm back at the Bi Hai Mansion."

"Why did you go back suddenly?"

They had originally agreed that after the surgery he would go back to accompany her and warm her belly.

"No reason, I just suddenly wanted to come back, so I'll hang up first if there's nothing else to do."

Without waiting for Qin Heng to say anything, Ji Qing hung up the phone.

She sat on the bay window and looked out. The location of the Bi Hai Mansion was relatively remote, so she could see the stars at night. Now it was late autumn in South City, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

A message came from the phone -

Mr. Ji, we have found out that the woman’s name is Zhou Zhou and she is British.

Ji Qing shook the wine glass in his hand, took a sip of red wine, and his eyes were extremely cold.

weekly.

She seemed to have heard it somewhere.

The red wine swirled around in the goblet and then stopped.

Ji Qing remembered that she had heard this name from Qin Heng's mouth, Zhou Zhou, the sister of Zhou Yan who died while saving Qin Heng.

Qin Heng brought her to Nancheng.

It seems that he brought it here when he came back from England.

And he said nothing.

The golden house hides the beauty.

Ji Qing looked at the moon which was mostly covered by dark clouds. She was reluctant to give Qin Heng a name because she was afraid.

She was afraid that it was just another false joy.

It is easier for a man and a woman who have no name or status to separate.

Qin Heng could not give her the so-called sense of security she wanted.

After finishing a glass of wine, Ji Qing picked up the bottle and poured another glass.

Qin Heng's reminders were ringing in my ears - no smoking or drinking allowed recently.

Ji Qing chuckled and raised his glass to drink most of it.

She leaned against the soft pillow by the bay window, took a cigarette out of the cigarette box, and picked up the small lighter.

Each of her lighters has a letter engraved on the bottom: Q

Those who know it think it means "clear".

Actually it is "Qin".

She pushed open the small window next to the bay window, and the smoke floated out through the window.

I don’t know how many cigarettes this is, but she seems unable to stop.

She dusted off her cigarette ashes, and her cell phone rang.

Caller ID: Qin Heng

Almost in an instant, Ji Qing looked towards the gate of the villa.

From this direction she could see the gate, but the people standing at the gate could not see her.

Qin Heng stood under the street light, holding his cell phone.

Ji Qing didn't answer the call until the phone automatically hung up. After a while, the phone rang again.

After putting out the cigarette, Ji Qing hung up the phone, opened WeChat and sent him a message - sleep with grandma, don't call.

She didn't want to hear his voice right now.

She didn't want to hear him call her Qingqing or baby.