Countdown [entertainment]

The sofa was a little rough, Jiumu didn't sleep well, and got up early.

There was still no movement in the bedroom. The young master's alcohol was pretty good, and he didn't make much noise except for talking too much. He fell asleep peacefully as soon as he hit the bed.

Jiumu stared at the bedroom door for a while, then took out his mobile phone and called Ren Xin.

A girl's confused voice came from over there: "Brother...why did you get up so early, what's the matter?"

"Do you have the contact information of Xinghuang Entertainment? Or Chu Yujing's." Jiumu asked.

"Ah?" Ren Xin was stunned: "How could I have the contact information of the great god Chu Yujing. If Xinghuang said, Mr. He and the others should have it."

It annoys me to hear that name.

Jiumu said, "It's all right."

He opened Weibo, logged on to his own account, clicked on the hot search with Yin Qing's name, and found his Weibo by following the fan's name.

[Jiumu V: Hello. ]

After thinking about it, he added: [I am Yin Qing.something. ]

He didn't expect Yin Qing's agency to reply in seconds, but just as he put down his phone, there was a sudden sound of kicking the cage.

It's time for the wind.

Jiumu walked over and opened the rabbit cage inside the living room, a snow-white lop-eared rabbit jumped out, tilted its head and looked at him for a moment, then hopped and ran away.

There are a lot of things in the refrigerator, Jiumu is going to make a simple porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. After all, the young master may have a stomachache after waking up, so drink some porridge to warm his stomach.

Just after adding shredded ginger and preserved eggs, suddenly a nasal voice came from outside the kitchen door: "You have such a rich breakfast."

Jiumu slowly put the freshly marinated shredded pork into the pot and cooked it together with the porridge, without looking back: "Do you always drink plain water for breakfast?"

"Huh?" Yin Qing walked over following the scent, and said lazily: "Then I won't eat this early in the morning, the taste is too strong."

Jiumu turned around, and saw Yin Qing yawning slowly walking in, holding a pitiful rabbit in her right hand.

"What are you going to do..."

Yin Qing's voice became lower and lower, and she closed her mouth under Jiumu's increasingly cold eyes.

The two of them stared wide-eyed for a moment, the two strings of Yin Qing's brain finally snapped together, she had an epiphany, bent down resentfully, and put the lop-eared rabbit on the ground.

With a whoosh, the little rabbit ran away without a trace.

"You are a big man and you still keep rabbits." The Yin Qing villain complained first: "He just woke me up by grabbing my door."

"Yeah." Jiumu took a spoon and slowly stirred the porridge in the pot: "He's hungry, there's rabbit food under the TV cabinet in the living room, feed him some."

"...?"

Yin Qing opened her mouth, but she didn't say what she wanted to say, she had to bow her head under the eaves, and the majestic young master Yin ran to serve the rabbit.

Of course, if he could be honest, his surname would not be Yin. When Jiumu came out with two bowls of porridge, he saw Yin Qing waiting for the rabbit to come to eat, and then reached out and grabbed him with lightning speed, and hugged him.

"He doesn't allow people to hug him." Jiumu put down the porridge and said lightly.

But he saw the rabbit obediently lying in Yin Qing's arms, not daring to move, its little nose bouncing up and down.

Yin Qing's peach blossom eyes raised, and she glanced at Jiumu.

"...The bandit leader." Jiumu muttered, "Come over for dinner."

Yin Qing hugged the rabbit for a long time as if showing off, Jiu Murli didn't even bother to talk to him, and sat there alone drinking porridge quietly.

The fragrance and warmth gradually permeated the whole living room, Yin Qing put down the rabbit and sat beside Jiumu.

With a whoosh, the little rabbit ran away without even eating.

Yin Qing pulled the phone, and suddenly said: "You have to find me on Weibo across the wall, it's too alienated."

"You drank so much yesterday, what if you can't wake up? If you contact your agency in advance, someone can hurry up and get you away."

Yin Qing gave a "tsk" sound: "I'll be fine if I drink and get some more sleep. Besides, only I can log in to my Weibo account, and Xinghuang can't control it."

As expected of the third prince of the entertainment industry.

Jiumu glanced at him.

Yin Qing scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into her mouth: "I take back my words. Your food this morning is too light, how can you not eat something good after practicing dancing for a day."

"Too poor to be exposed." Jiumu didn't change his face: "This humble house is quite sad, and Young Master Yin thinks that he is not worthy of your status, so he should go back home as soon as possible."

"I'm just talking, why don't you have any hospitality at all." Yin Qing straightened his silver hair and said lazily.

"No. I didn't invite you here. We would have parted ways long ago if you hadn't been stalking me."

"Okay." Yin Qing stretched her waist: "I'm going to check some things in the next few days, maybe next week, I'll ask Chu Yujing to contact you, and talk about the concert when you're free."

Jiumu: "Yes."

Yin Qing left after eating. Sure enough, as he said, he hadn't contacted Jiumu for nearly a week, and there were no hot searches about him on the Internet, as if he had evaporated out of thin air.

Xiaoli would still pester Jiumu to ask him about the relationship between the two and Tang Xinqing's murder case, but Jiumu didn't say anything more, even he himself felt that even if he had a deeper relationship with Yin Qing this time, it would be the same as before The Flower Through the Looking Glass and the Moon in the Water.

Unexpectedly, when Friday was about to get off work, Yu Ke suddenly rushed in, holding up her mobile phone and shouting, "Brother, that young master Yin Qing is looking for you."

"Huh?" Jiumu put down the towel to wipe off his sweat, and took the phone.

It was a private message on Weibo sent by Yin Qing, and it imitated his previous format.

[Yin Qing V: Hello. ]

[Yin Qing V: I am Jiumu.something. ]

"..."

Not seeing this person for a week is still so childish.

Jiumu typed a word: [Say. ]

[Yin Qing V: Reply in seconds, are you so free? ]

[Jiumu V: Without your free time, I still have time to talk nonsense here. ]

[Yin Qing V: Don't be so indifferent, Brother Jiu, let's have a drink tonight? ]

[Jiumu V: No time. ]

[Yin Qing V: Tsk.Fine. ]

[Yin Qing V: I investigated some things, about Tang Xinqing, I will go to your house to find you at night, what time will you go back. ]

[Jiumu V: I'm home after seven o'clock, I went to bed at eleven o'clock, you come early. ]

[Yin Qing V:? ]

[Yin Qing V: I fucking thought I was chatting with my grandpa. ]

Jiumu ignored him and returned the phone to Yuke.

Yu Ke glanced at the screen and exclaimed: "Hey brother, when did the two of you have such a good relationship, you went straight into the room. If your CP fans know about this, it will be a blast!"

"CP fan?" Jiumu repeated.

"Yes, yes, you two have CP fans after that photo last time, quite a lot, and now you have more than 1 fans in Chaohua. But you two will no longer produce food for that photo, fans Our hearts are broken.”

Yu Ke sighed: "Who knew that you two had such a good relationship in private, but you didn't show it at all. Look, you two have no relationship with each other on Weibo."

As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone rang a notification tone, which was a notification from Weibo.

[Yinqing V followed you. 】

"Fuck." Yu Ke shuddered and looked around, afraid that Yin Qing's face would appear out of nowhere.

After trembling with fear for a while, the notification sounded again. Yuke glanced carefully, then handed the phone to Jiumu: "Hey brother, he sent you a message again."

[Yin Qing V: I haven't had a good meal after being busy for a week, remember to cook me a big meal tonight. ]

[Yin Qing V: I like to eat braised pork, steamed salmon, salmon sashimi, spicy rabbit head chicken. ]

[Yin Qing V: Hiss, I didn't say anything about the spicy rabbit head. ]

"..."

Jiumu glanced at his watch, took his coat and walked out: "Just go back to the customs, ignore him."

The night is low, and the moon is above the treetops.

The quiet neighborhood was suddenly pierced by a loud bang of a sports car's gas pedal, and Jiumu walked to the window, and it turned out to be Yin Qing's flamboyant bright red Maserati.

Jiumu went into the kitchen and put the prepared dishes into the microwave to reheat them.

Yin Qing was wrapped in air-conditioning and knocked on the door of Jiumu's house. When she walked in, there were two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table. The food was still steaming, and the smell lingered for a long time. A file bag was handed to Jiumu.

"Thank you." After a while, he said, "I have to leave when I give you something. Someone is waiting for me."

Jiumu asked, "What is this?"

Yin Qing took a deep breath: "Evidence that Tang Xinqing was raped by Cheng Yihui and kept by her."

With a bang, the porcelain cup in Jiumu's hand fell to the ground, the fragments scattered all over the ground, and water splashed everywhere.

"Get your things, I'll go first."

In less than a minute, Yin Qing disappeared again after bringing the explosive news.

Jiumu stood at the door in that posture for a long time, if it wasn't for the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone, his soul would not be able to come back.

A strange phone call.

Jiumu picked it up, and before he could open his mouth, a frivolous voice came out from inside: "—Baby, don't be angry with me because I sent you a special car, now I'm I have to go out on foot and take a taxi home. You have to put away the car keys, but I took a lot of trouble to get the pendant, and they are always trying to snatch it from me. No more, good night, kisses."

Immediately hung up the phone.

WTF.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiumu recognized the voice as Yin Qing, and he walked to the window. Sure enough, Yin Qing's Maserati was still parked downstairs after so long.

Inexplicably, who asked him to deliver the car.

I didn't smell the smell of alcohol just now, maybe I made a wrong call.

Jiumu frowned slightly, and returned the phone.

It says it's turned off.

He stared at Yin Qing's car for a while, and then his eyes fell on the document bag he brought.

Just now Yin Qing's words rang in his ears again, Jiumu sighed lightly, his fingertips trembling and slowly opened the file bag.

What came into view was a transparent bag containing two condoms, several contracts, and a... car key.

Startled, Jiumu first took out the car key with the Maserati logo on it.

There is also a U disk attached to the car key.

wrong!

Jiumu shrank his pupils and stood up abruptly.

——Something must have happened to Yin Qing.