no ambiguity

It is easy to rain on cloudy days. In the middle of the night, the outside began to rustle softly, and the drizzle was like intermittent silver threads under the illumination of the dim street lamps.It was early in the morning, and the lights were still on in the rooms on the second floor of the villa, the doors and windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

The white shirt suffered, and tens of thousands of dollars became consumables.

Qinghe quite enjoys this kind of treatment. Drinks are brought in, and meals are cooked. She will not be alone, and will not be strictly controlled in everything she does.

She is too out-of-shape, always careless, knowing the bottom line of the other party and deliberately provoking her, and when the provocation is over, she leans against the man's arms like a lazy cat, leans forward and touches the man's chin with her lips, lightly Grind lightly.

It's useless for Wen Ning not to accept this, but he won't really take those words at ease.

The two sides come and go, no matter how the process is, in fact, no one cares, Qing He doesn't mind having an assistant, and Wen Ning doesn't care about this so-called lover.

There is still an aunt at home, it is so late, Qinghe can't be too presumptuous, she put Wen Ning's shoulders, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Boss Wen, did you steal something during this trip to France?"

Wen Ning ignored her.

The answer is obvious, you don't need to ask.

No.

This person took over the H&F magazine in her early twenties. She has a lot of contacts and connections, and she has come into contact with the chaos inside and outside the circle. Many celebrities and models want to take advantage of her, both men and women. If you really want to, why wait until France? OK.

Besides, Wen Ning has always been able to distinguish between work and private life. After so many years, even his assistant has not been on the road yet, and others are even less likely. Qinghe is the only exception.And even if Wen Ning had that thought, how could Lian Assistant bear it and let other people get ahead of him?

Qinghe asked the question knowingly, and said so on purpose, but it's a pity that Wenning didn't bite the bait.

She didn't get annoyed when she didn't get an answer, she pressed Wen Ning's ear with her slightly cool fingertips, and then she whispered, "The old man came here two days ago, let Saturday night Let's go to eat, let's go together."

The old man, Wen Ning's father, is a typical stubborn old man.

The old stubborn does not support his daughter's career, but his character is passable, and he is okay with Qinghe, at least he won't do anything too shameful, and he has always turned a blind eye to their marriage eye, never interfering too much.

Wen Ning finally reacted, put his arms around Qing He's waist, and asked softly: "Did he make things difficult for you?"

"No, the old man is very nice, and invited me to drink tea." Qing He said, moved her white hand down a little, put it on the collarbone of the other party, and raised her eyebrows, pretending to ask, "Caring about me?" ah?"

The voice dragged slightly, the tone was ambiguous, and there was something in the words.

Wen Ning let her do whatever he wanted, his fine and clear knuckles bent slightly, he unconsciously made a scratching movement, and hummed without hesitation.

He admitted it straightforwardly, but his face was not moved, as if it was just an easy thing to say.

Maybe it's because she's in a good mood, Qinghe smiled, but didn't say anything, and stopped teasing her.

Some actions and words are not suitable for in-depth study and should not be taken seriously.

After turning off the light, Qing He rolled over and half pressed on Wen Ning's arm, groping and rustling.

In the silence of the night, the temperature on her body was impossible to ignore, and the breathing that fell on her ears was extremely light, one after another.After a while, she lay on the top, seemed to hesitate for a while, and then called out to Wen Ning with a suppressed voice.

The night was silent, and the atmosphere in the room was dull.

Wen Ning didn't respond.

"Talk about something serious." Qing He said in a low voice, insisting on leaning towards the opponent's face, without stopping.

Wen Ning asked, "What?"

"Lend me some money."

The other party did not answer immediately, but spoke after a few seconds.

"How much?"

Qinghe said: "20."

The people under him didn't speak, it should be tacit consent.

The next day was a sunny day, the sun was high above, bright and warm.

Because she was granted a half-day leave, Qinghe didn't get up until nine o'clock, and when she woke up, her side was already empty, and she didn't know when Wen Ning left.

Habitually touch the phone to check first, the bank sent a text message reminding that 20 has arrived in the account this morning, she logged into the mobile bank to check the specific balance, and then transferred 25 to another bank account without thinking superior.

She has always been extravagant, she doesn't have a lot of money in her pocket, and it's pretty good to be able to pay [-] yuan, so she has no choice but to ask Wen Ning to borrow money.

This is not the first time I have borrowed money from the other party. After doing the math, I don't know when it will be until I pay off the debt.However, there is no need to worry about debts. Thinking of this little money is just a sprinkle of water for Wen Ning, Qing He is reluctant to let it go, so he is not in a hurry for the time being.

After the transfer is completed, simply tidy up, put on light makeup and go out.

Since she had to go to work in the afternoon, she still worked hard on matching, otherwise she would have to be trained again when she arrived at the magazine.Today is the croptop style. The navy blue printed silk scarf is tied into a bow-style mature tube top. The outside is matched with an all-black casual suit, and the bottom is a stiletto heel of the same color. The curve is beautiful and charming, and it is very eye-catching when going out.

She was going to Xihe Street in the old city, and asked her friend Ye Xilin to help with some errands.

Ye Xilin is Qinghe's high school classmate and the drummer in the band. A few years ago, she inherited an old two-story building from her father. Now she runs an audio-visual store selling miscellaneous things, such as CDs, tapes and black Vinyl records or something, anyway, I haven't made much money in recent years, and I'm just dawdling all day long.

When Qinghe entered, the man was lying on the sofa smoking a cigarette, there was no one in the shop, it was so deserted.

There are not many pedestrians in the entire Xihe Street, let alone here.

Ye Xilin has a mid-parted wob hair with slightly curly tails. He looks a little heroic, with slender eyes and three-dimensional facial features, but his temperament is a bit decadent, and he looks lifeless.She has a good figure, but she doesn't like to tidy herself up, and her T-shirt is all crumpled.

Seeing someone coming in, she didn't even say hello, but shook the cigarette case in her hand, and handed it over without saying a word.

Qinghe didn't answer, "I have to go to work in the afternoon, so I won't smoke."

The magazine does not allow employees to smoke during working hours, even if there is a smell of smoke, and they will be punished if they are caught.

Ye Xilin didn't insist either, and retracted his hand when he heard the words, and threw the cigarette case on the table.Sitting up straight, she took two puffs in a row and exhaled the smoke. She said, "The money has been received."

Sitting down on the sofa, Qinghe responded: "If you don't have enough, then fight again."

"Enough, it won't cost that much." Ye Xilin said, bending his back slightly, and put out the cigarette in the ashtray, "Did you borrow it from Wen Ning?"

Qing He turned her head to look, her eyelids rolled up: "Who else can there be besides her?"

That is true.

Ye Xilin raised his eyebrows, looked at Qinghe's neck, and asked softly after a while, "Why did you think of coming here today?"

"Come and see you, I haven't been here for a long time."

"Oh."

This statement is naturally false, Ye Xilin does not believe a word.

Qinghe was not in a hurry, chatted slowly for a while, and when it was almost time to stay, she stuffed a handwritten manuscript for Ye Xilin to fill in the lyrics.

"The name hasn't been chosen yet, you can choose whatever you want, and use it on stage next time."

Ye Xilin took the things, but didn't make a sound. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly said, "Jiangzi quit, he left yesterday."

Jiang Zi, the guitarist in the band.

Playing in a band means losing money and earning money. If you don’t mix in the circle, you are doomed to have no future. It’s normal to give up halfway.

Qing He was not surprised by this, and said calmly: "Let him go."

It is not appropriate to talk about this topic, Ye Xilin thoughtfully stopped mentioning it, and talked about other things instead.After sitting and chatting for a few minutes, she got up and brought over two albums. These were the limited editions that Qing He asked to find for her earlier, and she got them from someone in Hong Kong.

The atmosphere gradually eased, and the next step was to discuss the arrangements for the next performance.

Stay here for lunch at noon, just deal with it casually.

Before leaving, Ye Xilin grabbed Qinghe and put a band-aid on the side of her neck to let her go.

The band-aid is the type of white letters on a black background. It is very individual and fits well with Qing He's outfit.

Qing He immediately wanted to tear this thing off, but seeing Ye Xilin's expression of special meaning, she seemed to understand something, and barely stopped.

After going downstairs, I took out my phone and used it as a mirror. I tore off the band-aid and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a small eye-catching mark there.She left in such a hurry in the morning that she didn't notice this when she was putting on makeup.

The extra band-aid is still very conspicuous, and people who understand can tell what's going on at a glance. She struggled for a moment, but she still put this thing on. It's better to deceive herself than to show it openly, and she can still lie if she covers it. There is a small wound.

Those people in the magazine office should not pay too much attention, after all, everyone doesn't pay much attention to her relationship, and no one knows her relationship with Wen Ning, and they generally ignore her.

Thinking of this, Qinghe straightened his coat and glanced again uncomfortably.

H&F Magazine is located in the Xinjie Times Building, where the land is very expensive. It has a total of eight major magazines, and it is about 10 minutes by car from Xihe Street.

She took the time to go there, and it was estimated that it would not be too early or too late to get there.Unfortunately, within 10 minutes of getting in the car, a text message came on the phone.

——"Come and find me at 01:30."

It was sent by the high-spirited company assistant, with only a short sentence, no location, no title, and an extremely stiff attitude, as if Qing He was her tea girl who was always on call.

The working time in the afternoon is [-] o'clock, and my boss is not Lian He Min, so Qing He just pretended that he didn't receive this text message and locked the screen.

Arrive at Times Building at [-]:[-], take the elevator upstairs, pass by the pantry, go in to make a cup of hot coffee, and then go to the boss's office.Qing He is a big idler, unlike other employees who have to go to work early, her work is so little, and she is not as tired as the intern assistant who just joined the job.

Today's magazine office is busier than usual, everyone is taking care of their work, walking all the way to the office, no one said hello to Qing He.

The door of the office was ajar, and there were people inside, more than one voice.

Qing He knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Wen Ning and even He Min were there.

Probably because she didn't expect that she would come in without consent, even He Min's reaction was half a beat slow, and the hand that was pulling Wen Ning's clothes hadn't had time to withdraw, and she still maintained the original movement.