[ABO] The Sparrow in the Threshold

"My wife has only been to Master Long's clinic twice except for reading in the atrium." Qianqiu was immersed in the work that he couldn't finish, and Zhiyu replaced him with a cup of hot tea by his side, "What's more West Harbor, my wife often goes to West Harbor and stays for two hours."

"Haven't you met anyone else?"

"No."

"Well," Qian Qiu picked up the tea without raising his head, without moving his eyes from the document for a moment, "You can go to rest."

"Yes, Second Young Master, please rest earlier."

Zhiyu nodded slightly to salute, and then backed out.

In the middle of the night, his study room was as quiet as a cemetery, except for the occasional sound of pages being turned.Qianqiu didn't have much time to look at Yinque, he could only leave the matter to Zhiyu; but Yinque didn't have any signs of escaping for the time being.

He is too quiet.

He is content with being closely monitored by Zhiyu, living a life of doing nothing, and even more content with being an Omega that obeys fate on his bed.

On the contrary, this made Qianqiu uneasy - he knew better than anyone else, Cheng Yinque's nature.

After approving the batch of documents in his hand, he changed hands and picked up the content next to him that needed his review.

The transfer of personnel, the deployment of ships...even though many things do not require him to make decisions, he and Yin Qiansui have to grasp these data all the time.The old man almost completely delegated power, and the huge Yin family was split into two parts, which operated under him and Yin Qiansui.

After these accumulated trifles completely exhausted his energy, Qianqiu suddenly put down the materials in his hand and turned to look outside.

These days, the moonlight is always good.

It seems that the moonlight was so beautiful on the night when Cheng Buwei was taken away.

Yinque curled up her legs and smoked on the recliner by the French window, half of her face was illuminated by the moonlight.

The man regained his senses, and suddenly opened the drawer at hand, and opened the complicated documents on it, revealing the color of the kraft paper envelope underneath.He slowly pulled it out, opened it carefully, and opened the transfer contract inside.

In the family property of the married family, this is the only one that was given to Qianqiu by Yinque.

It was the horse farm where he had been for several days.The man remembered that Master Liang once told him that Yinque used to go to the racecourse to ride horses occasionally to relax, but as he got older, there were more and more things to do, and he stopped going.

After examining it for a long time, Qianqiu folded the transfer letter along the creases and put it back into the envelope.

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In the car, Yinque huddled on the seat, resting his chin to watch the bustling civilians outside.

Zhiyu sat in the co-pilot, observing Yinque's face all the time, trying to figure out Yinque's intentions from it.

But she couldn't see anything - Yinque appeared lazy most of the time, didn't talk much, and didn't show much expression.His emotions seem to be incompatible with all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in the world, and he is more like a shell than a flesh and blood person.

A beautiful but lifeless shell.

"...Over there," Yinque suddenly said when the car turned the corner, "Is that the flower market?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Can I go shopping?"

"Of course." Zhiyu nodded and said, signaling the driver to turn around with his eyes.

The flower market was driving on a long and narrow road, and after the car stopped nearby, Yinque opened the car door on its own.As soon as his feet stepped on the stone-paved road, Zhiyu hurriedly put on the cloak for him, tied a knot and said: "It's windy today, madam, please put it on."

"Do I look so weak?" Silver Sparrow sneered, "Forget it, just wear it if you think you want."

"It's my responsibility to take good care of my wife."

"Just wait here for the driver, let's go shopping."

Most of the flower shops operating on both sides are open, and the green plants and seasonal flowers are blooming vigorously.The muddy water on the road stained Yinque's boots, but he didn't care much, he just admired the flowers leisurely, and said leisurely: "Yin Qiansui is allergic to pollen, if I buy some flowers back, will it be troublesome. "

Zhiyu thought for a while: "...If it's only in the west courtyard, it shouldn't be affected."

"Do you know what flowers Qianqiu likes?"

"As far as I know, the second young master is not interested in flowers."

"That's right, he doesn't look like a person who knows how to appreciate it." Yinque said, and suddenly stopped beside a bush of marigolds, bent down and sniffed the flowers, "It smells good."

"If my wife likes it, I can buy some back."

"It's okay." He said, stretched out his hand to pinch the flower stem, picked a freshly opened marigold with a little force, and played with it in his hand, "I prefer camellias, especially red and white ones."

"This guest, the shop..." Seeing this, the shop owner came out in a hurry. He wanted to stop him from picking flowers, but changed his words when he saw his attire clearly, "What kind of flowers do you like? Most of the varieties are here. Both."

Yinque ignored it, turned her head to look at Zhiyu, and suddenly reached out to her.

"Madam..." Zhiyu controlled and did not dodge - no matter what the master wants to do to her, even if it is to kill her, she must accept it. This is the training she has received in the Yin family for many years.However, Yinque didn't intend to hurt her, instead, he cupped her cheeks, pulling her closer.

The skin of those hands was delicate and fair, and the touch was slightly cool.

Yinque pinned the small marigold flower into the bun on the side of her head: "...I don't like servants wearing plain clothes, you can also dress up; it suits you very well."

Zhiyu raised her hand subconsciously, and immediately touched the soft petals.

"Don't pick it, this is a gift from me." Yinque said, "No one has ever dared to return a gift from me."

"Thank you ma'am..."

"Wrap a bouquet for me." Yinque raised her voice and said to the owner, then turned around and walked deeper into the flower market.

Zhiyu paid attention to his movements while paying.

Yinque's back was incompatible with such a noisy street.He was born to walk on the noble marble, on the clouds above ten thousand people, not in this kind of place.Zhiyu didn't know why she had this idea suddenly, but as a person who knew everything, it was the first time that she felt that the birds trapped in the prison were too worthy of pity.

Zhiyu followed with flowers in her arms, Yinque heard her approaching, and said: "It's for you, go back and find a vase to put it in."

"That's out of order, ma'am."

"But if you don't listen to me, isn't it also in accordance with the rules?"

The red and white camellias Yinque likes are available for sale in the market. In the end, he ordered a large bunch and some seedlings planted in soil pots, and put them in the trunk of the car.

The car drove him to wander aimlessly in the capital again, and at his instruction, he wandered to West Harbor.

A beggar in a sackcloth coat sat near the place he usually liked to stay, his hair was disheveled and covered most of his face.

"Wait a minute, madam, I'll let the beggar first..." "No need." Yinque said casually, "I'm just blowing some air... I'm a little thirsty."

Yinque got out of the car and looked around: "Is there a place selling iced tea nearby?"

"……Have."

"I want an iced tea," Silver Sparrow said. "You go, the driver is watching me; I'm not going to run, I just want to be alone."

In fact, the difference is almost the same as usual. Although it is said to be "close to the body", when he is watching the sea alone in the West Harbor, Zhiyu will always consciously stay away.

In theory, she couldn't let Yinque out of her sight, but no one could refuse his request.

Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Then please wait a moment, madam."

…………

The wind in the harbor was very strong, and the cloak was blown wildly. Yinque wrapped the skirt tightly and walked to the beggar, standing there as usual, looking at the dark waves of the distant sea.

Once you focus on the scenery overlooking the West Harbor, it is difficult for your hearing to pay attention to the coolies who are loading and unloading nearby; the sound of the waves seems to contain some subtle magic power, which will always make the silver sparrow empty for no reason, and forget your current situation. , and will not start recalling those cruel pasts.

For Yinque, it is a happy and difficult thing to make her mind go blank.

Suddenly, a deep "Young Master" came from beside the ear, dragging Silver Sparrow from the air back to reality.He subconsciously wanted to look at the source of the sound, but before he could make a move, the second sentence came: "It's me, Cheng Huan..."

It was the unkempt beggar beside him.

Yinque's hands casually resting on the stone pillar suddenly tightened: "...how could you..."

"Master had a premonition and secretly arranged for me to leave." Cheng Huan's voice was not at all as capable as before, as if he had aged ten years in the past two months since the family collapsed.

"...Then why don't you leave yet?"

Cheng Huan said, "I'm worried about the young master."

None of them looked at each other. If they hadn't stood close, they would have been unable to notice that this luxuriously dressed Omega was talking to a beggar on the side of the road.

Yinque smiled self-deprecatingly: "Obviously your life is worse. If you need money, you have worked so hard to get married for so many years. I will find a way to arrange it for you..."

"I know that the young master married into the Yin family," the other party clenched his molars, and his words became slurred, "It was my mistake that gave the Yin family an opportunity."

"……it's not your fault."

"I will find a way to rescue the young master..."

"No, no." Yinque said in a hurry, his eyes drifted to the direction where Zhiyu left.

Sure enough, Zhiyu could be seen walking towards him quickly with iced tea in his hands.

It must be a lie to say that Yinque never thought of running away from Qianqiu's side.Not only did he think about running away, but he also thought about thousands of ways to torture Qianqiu after making a comeback.It's just that his plan lacks a breakthrough - he is alone and under surveillance.

At this moment, the messy thoughts were sorted out into blurred outlines, and Yinque quickly said in a low voice: "Go to the west, find someone, and tell him that I told you to find him.... I will come here again at this time tomorrow. Your address."

After he finished speaking, he abruptly took a step to the side, stepping on Cheng Huan's finger on the hard sole: "...Get out!"

Cheng Huan gasped suddenly, screamed in a hoarse voice, and violently pulled his poor hand from under his feet.

The scolding came quite suddenly, and Zhiyu hurriedly quickened his pace: "Madam..."

She just walked to Yinque's side, and the beggar had already staggered away.

"Ma'am, are you okay, I'll go..."

"It's okay." Yinque took the iced tea in her hand and said calmly, "It's just that someone touched her boots, forget it."

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