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The black-rimmed glasses were placed on the bedside table, and Zhong Qiu looked at Fu Ying's unobstructed face for a while, then reached out and gently pulled out the phone he was holding and put it aside, without intending to unlock it to check.

Zhong Qiu pulled back the quilt and took a look, and found that Fu Ying had already taken off his outer pants, and carefully tucked in the quilt for him, then got up and closed the door to leave Fu Ying's bedroom.

The study was just opposite the bedroom, Zhong Qiu stood in the corridor and took out unopened medical rubber gloves from his pocket, opened the door of the study after unpacking and putting them on.

He pulled the swivel chair beside the computer desk and sat down, looking at the hairtail screen in front of him, recalling Fu Ying sitting here watching him, couldn't help but smile.

Fu Ying sat here watching her, but she didn't know that she was the one who was really being watched.

Zhong Qiu got up and walked to the window of the study room, reached out his hand to touch the groove of the curtain rail, and adjusted the angle of the miniature camera so that he could better see Fu Ying's face.

After confirming that the angle had been adjusted through the screen on the mobile phone, Zhong Qiu withdrew his hand and pulled the curtain back to its original position, carefully closing the door of the study.

Cameras have been installed in the living room, bedroom, study, and kitchen. Zhong Qiu stood in the living room and looked around, then walked into Fu Ying's bathroom.

Originally, I wanted to leave some personal space for my little neighbor, but I didn’t expect him to leave a camera in his bathroom, and he also liked to sit on the toilet with his computer in his arms for a long time without getting out. I don’t know what he was doing.

Zhong Qiu hummed a nursery rhyme, thinking that he really had no other choice, and at the same time stretched out his hand to loosen the outside of the exhaust fan, and stuck the camera in the gap of the exhaust slit.

The first camera was installed, and the second pinhole camera was hidden in the socket beside the sink.

After finishing everything, Zhong Qiu took off the rubber gloves on his hands and put them in his pocket, turned on the bathroom faucet to wash his hands, then turned around and left the bathroom, went back to the door, put on his shoes and prepared to leave.

But before he could hold the doorknob, the sound of the key opening the door came from outside.Zhong Qiu frowned and immediately took a step forward, pushing the door open from the inside before the key opened it.

"Fuck!"

Chang Er held his nose and took two steps back, cursing: "Damn it, Fu Ying, aren't you lame? You can run so fast when you hear the sound, who are you?"

Chang Er looked at Zhong Qiu, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and looked like a celebrity male model, and was suddenly at a loss for words. Thinking of the 79-piece T-shirt and big pants on his body, he fell into the doubt that he had gone to the wrong door.

Even if Fu Ying went for plastic surgery, and she wasn't the captain, A Mei, there was no possibility that her face would be swollen in a month and her whole body would be stretched. This is really against the socialist scientific development concept.

The male model in front of her looked apologetic, and said in a gentle voice, "Sorry, I didn't know there was anyone outside just now."

After solving the case, it is absolutely impossible to be that bastard Fu Ying who can be so polite and gentle to himself.

Chang Er: "Excuse me, does Fu Ying live here? Or is there a resident here named Fu Ying? I may have gone wrong, so I..."

"You didn't go wrong. This is Fu Ying's home. I just sent him back and was about to leave." Zhong Qiu walked out wearing leather shoes and blocked the door and asked softly, "Are you his friend?"

Chang Er nodded, inserted the key into the keyhole and opened the door in front of Zhong Qiu, expressing that he was indeed a very good person.

"He sent me a message saying that his foot was injured, and I'll come and take care of him for a few days." Chang Er said.

Zhong Qiu nodded: "He fell asleep just now, please lower your voice when you go in, I think his dark circles are a bit heavy, he needs to sleep for a while."

While Chang Er said that he knew it, he lamented what Fu Ying did to meet such a talented friend. He was different from the strange boy he used to get along with. He looked like a member of the upper class in society.

The two of them greeted each other briefly and left. Zhong Qiu directly pushed open the door of the middle passage and went back to his own house. He couldn't help laughing when he took out the key to open the lock.

It turned out that it wasn't a fake name that he told himself, his real name was Fu Ying.

Zhong Qiu's mood improved inexplicably, he kept humming when he opened the door, and he didn't stop even when he was taking a shower.

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, he opened the window to dissipate the heat, reached for the bath towel as usual, wrapped his body around his body and went out, he paused, remembering that there was an outsider in the little neighbor's house, so he put on the bathrobe before pushing. opened the door.

The mobile phone placed on the sink was vibrating non-stop. Zhong Qiu connected the phone while wiping his hair. He went to the balcony and listened to Feng Qing on the phone talking a lot before slowly speaking: "You just said What, the signal here is not very good, I can't hear clearly."

The voice on the phone paused for a moment, Feng Qing's backlog of anger was about to speak again, and he stopped in time after saying something stupid just now, thinking of Zhong Qiu's salary for himself, he kept the last bit of reason and gritted his teeth and asked: "Really? Did you hear clearly or did you not hear clearly?"

"Fake." Zhong Qiu stood on the balcony looking at the sunshine outside, and said with a smile: "I heard, I don't have anything to do this afternoon, I won't go there at home."

Feng Qing: "I don't care if you can't make it through. I just want to ask you what you think. I let people spread the story of someone falling during the fire drill today, and then immediately let the rumors be refuted. Even if you deliberately pick out marketing that few people watch Trumpet, are you really not afraid to let that old dog Zhong Xu take advantage of it?"

"It doesn't matter, I can control the scope, and now I can refute the rumors in time, so that there is only one report left, no one will notice, it's just a play." Zhong Qiu said and paused: "You don't have to worry .”

"Then can you tell me, who is this play for? Is it for Zhong Xu, who is 800 degrees myopic, or your old, dim-sighted father, or you, me, and him who look confused?"

Feng Qing said after a pause: "Oh, by the way, the company will not reimburse you for acting in this play, you will pay for it yourself."

"I paid for it myself, and I just asked you to help arrange it." Zhong Qiu threw the towel to dry his hair aside, and said calmly, "You don't have to worry about who the show is for. The less people know, the safer it is."

Feng Qing: "What nonsense are you talking about? I really think that I can act in Infernal Affairs police movies because I am handsome. If you have time to talk nonsense, why don't you come to work, boss."

Zhong Qiu paused, and said slowly, "Your bonus will be increased by two thousand this month."

Feng Qing: "You take a good rest at home, and if you have anything to do, just ask. Your satisfaction is my greatest motivation."

"The matter of dispelling the rumors has been done, and the last remaining report will be deleted after half an hour." Zhong Qiu emphasized that half an hour should not be deleted early or late.

"Understood the boss." Feng Qing asked after finishing speaking: "Is your neighbor's feet serious?"

Zhong Qiu: "It's okay, I put on a plaster cast, there's nothing wrong with it."

After he explained a few words, he hung up the phone again. Just as he put down the phone, it rang again. He glanced at the word "Father" on the screen, and hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Although the unwelcome phone number was hung up, although he didn't call again, it was enough to destroy Zhong Qiu's rarely better mood.He walked into the study and opened the computer and sat down. After unlocking it, he directly put the monitoring screen of Fu Ying's house on the desktop.

Fu Ying was still sleeping peacefully in the bedroom. His friend was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, typing on the computer with both hands.

Chang Er searched for news about Zhong's corporate building in the past two days. After searching, he suddenly saw a photo of Fu Ying being hugged by the male model princess he had just met.

His facial expression suddenly convulsed and twisted, the visual impact was too great, making him feel a little short of breath.

Chang Er rubbed his eyes vigorously, zoomed in on the photo and observed carefully, and after confirming that the person wearing rustic glasses and looking like a little daughter-in-law hugging the male model's neck was Fu Ying, his breathing became more rapid.

"What are you doing?" Fu Ying's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Chang Er screamed and almost threw the computer out.

"What's the ghost's name?" Fu Ying sat in a wheelchair with a complicated expression, staring at Chang Er who was still in shock and asked, "Did you just watch the movie while I was sleeping? You were so engrossed in watching it that I didn't even make a sound when I opened the door." hear."

"What a mess, I was scared by you." Chang Er held the computer screen to him, pointed to the picture of the princess hugging and said, "You were photographed."

Fu Ying took a closer look, scolded her mother, a cripple stood up from the wheelchair, hopped over on one leg and said, "Damn it, I have to delete this report."

But he just grabbed the computer and refreshed it, and the article report showed that it had been deleted.

"Oh, it was deleted." Chang Er whistled on the side: "Are you strong enough to delete the article?"

"How is it possible?" Fu Ying frowned and searched around on the search engine. Although there were articles with similar topics, they were all deleted and could only be seen through the snapshot of the webpage.

Seeing his movements, Chang Er coughed lightly and said, "Before you told me to pay attention to Zhong's news, I searched around while you were sleeping, and several webpages had already released the news that someone was injured during the fire evacuation drill. But there is only one who puts the photo."

"Those webpage news have been deleted." Fu Ying refreshed the webpages in the tab bar one by one, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows and sighing: "Master Zhong's public relations team is very good."

"Master Zhong? Is that the male model?" Seeing Fu Ying looking over, Chang Er immediately explained, "I happened to bump into him coming out when I entered your house."

Fu Ying frowned: "When did you come?"

"It was only half an hour ago, what happened?" Chang Er asked.

Fu Ying estimated the time, and found that he fell asleep almost half an hour ago. Zhong Qiu should not have stayed at his home for a long time, and his expression immediately calmed down: "It's nothing, just asking."

Chang Er saw through him at a glance: "Worried about the male model playing tricks on your house? Stealing money or sex?"

"I don't have anything, what a fart." Fu Ying sneered.

Chang Er shook his head, and after asking why his foot was injured, he couldn't help but patted his thigh and sighed: "The male model is actually your target, it's so fucked up."

"Stop being an asshole." Fu Ying displayed the emails she hadn't sent on the desktop, and displayed the project plan she got from Zhong Qiu's mailbox in front of Chang Er.

Fu Ying: "I hurt my foot, I need you to do me a favor."

He paused, lowered his voice and said, "I suspect that there is something wrong with this business plan."