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The escort didn't know who A was, but Qin Mingzhu did.

It turned out that the name was "Husband A".

Later, the word "husband" was deleted and no new words were added, as if Sheng Yingqi only had one letter left in his world.

He looked at what the escort was doing, and even he felt that it was not done kindly. If he said he died, he would die. Why did he still take photos of the corpse? It was scary.

And Sheng Yingqi has nothing to do with him anymore, the escort informed Sheng Yingqi that most of his hard work was for nothing.

Just as she thought this way, Qin Mingzhu's cell phone rang in the escort's hand.

"Hello." Just as the escort said a word, he was interrupted by machine-gun-like words over there.

"How much did he pay to hire you? The photo of you is quite realistic, and the makeup fee is not low, right? Where is Qin Mingzhu? Tell him to answer the phone!"

The escort breathed out, "Sir, I can understand your unwillingness to believe the truth now, but Mr. Qin passed away, I told you and took a photo."

Speaking of this, his eyes rolled, "Are you his relatives and friends? Mr. Qin passed away in country Q, and there are a lot of procedures to go through, and I'm just an escort hired by Mr. Qin, and he hasn't settled the money for me yet. , and now I have advanced a sum of medical expenses."

There was a long silence on the phone, as if no one was in the hall.The escort greeted her a few times and muttered, "Is the phone signal from overseas not good?"

"Send me the address." After Sheng Yingqi finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Qin Mingzhu on the side heard a few words, he felt that Sheng Yingqi would not come by himself, and might inform his assistant.Qin Mingzhu's family members have all passed away, and after turning 40, the communication among friends also began to decrease, and once she got divorced, she became a real loner.

But he really didn't expect Sheng Yingqi to come in person, and he came alone.

There is no direct flight from China to country Q, and the connecting flight takes more than ten hours.

When Sheng Yingqi appeared, it seemed that he hadn't slept all the time, his eyes were bloodshot, a bit like the eyes of zombies in the zombie movies Qin Mingzhu had seen before, he thought it must be that the fussy Sheng Yingqi couldn't sleep well on the plane.

"You are?" The escort stood up.

Sheng Yingqi stopped in front of him, without introducing himself, he asked Qin Mingzhu first, "Where is Qin Mingzhu?"

The escort showed a embarrassed expression when he heard the words, "Well, sir, don't worry, don't be angry, I've been trying to contact you, but your phone is turned off. I don't know what happened to the hospital, Mr. Qin..."

He stared at the man in front of him, evaluated the relationship between him and Qin Mingzhu in his heart, and said cautiously: "He has been cremated."

He took the urn from the chair behind him.

Death, Qin Mingzhu thought about this issue very early on.

He also asked Sheng Yingqi, "What will you do if I die?"

The other party stuffed the washed strawberries into his mouth, and exchanged a sweet and sour strawberry-flavored kiss, "Then die with you, what else can I do?"

Dialogue between lovers is always so boring.

Qin Mingzhu was a little serious this time, "No, I hope you live well, you are so much younger than me, you can find another one."

"Nonsense." Sheng Yingqi lowered his face, frowned, and his handsome face was extremely serious, "I only want you in my life, and only you."

Before the divorce, Qin Mingzhu asked Sheng Yingqi whether what he said were false?

Sheng Yingqi said no, but with the passage of time, everything will change, including people's hearts.

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Qin Mingzhu looked at Sheng Yingqi in front of him, wondering what the other party was thinking at this time.

If Sheng Yingqi hadn't divorced him, then all his property would belong to Sheng Yingqi after his death. Would Sheng Yingqi regret it a little?After all, who in this world would think that they have too much money?

Sheng Yingqi kept staring at the urn, as if he was in a trance.The escort blinked and began to say: "Sir, I also paid for the cremation fee. I don't want to give the urn to me when I don't go out. I know that Mr. Qin is very particular about people, and he dressed nicely when he was alive, so I specially chose the urn." The best urn, but the price is not very cheap."

Sheng Yingqi remained silent.

The escort could tell at a glance that the man's watch was several million dollars, so he was not willing to let this fat sheep go, and started to say how much thought and money he had spent for Qin Mingzhu, and there was no more caring escort in the world than him.

Fearing that people would not believe it, he took out his mobile phone, "Actually, Mr. Qin had a lot of fun playing during his lifetime, and I took a lot of photos. I was going to send them to Mr. Qin. If you want, Mr. Qin, I can also send them... "

The first photo in the album is a dazzling bed photo.

In the photo, Qin Mingzhu's cheeks were flushed, and her collarbone fossa was covered with thin beads of sweat.

The escort took a deep breath, and was about to quickly slide over the photo when he heard the hoarse voice of the man scratching like gravel, "What is this?!"

Asking questions one after another.

"Did you shoot?"

"You touched him?"

"Mixed-haired dog! Fuck, fuck you!"

Qin Mingzhu also saw that photo. As the owner of the pornographic photo, he blushed in embarrassment and was indignant and helpless.

It was not his intention to take this photo.

When he arrived in a foreign country, he thought that since he was going out to relax, he had to have fun.At first, he didn't quite get used to the escort he hired. The escort's name was Antony.

Qin Mingzhu is also a coquettish person in essence. He has been coquettish all his life, but now he is not used to young boys acting coquettishly with him. He wanted Antony to stay away from him several times, and even thought about changing to another escort, but it was reliable. Escorts are hard to find.

The itinerary planned for that night was to eat at the ferry restaurant at the port, and to get on the ferry, we had to take a small boat first. Q country fever, Qin Mingzhu's arms were exposed, and her eyes flashed a floating light - that is the lights on both sides of the river against the sea, sparkling gold, accompanied by music, laughter, and the smell of perfume from afar. It merges into a grotesque world of prosperity and luxury.

It is also rare for him to be infected by the atmosphere, as if he returned to his youth, when he was celebrated by the stars and sat on his family's ship to celebrate his 19th birthday. It was also that year that the person he had always treated as an older brother confessed to him.

At that time, he was too flustered, his snow-white face was rosy, and he stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, he ran away, running away from the young man, as if if he stayed a second longer, a snake would bite his calf.

Qin Mingzhu squinted her eyes, and sang a piece of Kunqu opera to entertain herself, "My life is like a torrent, and the orchids are like incense and incense. Jin Pingkong despises youth, and a hundred-year-old streamer flies off the string..."

Singing to force out a layer of mist in front of his eyes, he bit his lips and smiled softly, suddenly a body came over beside him, it was the young escort.

The boy's usually sly eyes were filled with amazement at this moment, and he almost clung to Qin Mingzhu, with a soft voice, "Mr. Qin, what are you singing? It's really nice."

"Embroidered bedspread." Qin Mingzhu was in a good mood, stretched out her finger and pointed the tip of the boy's nose, "Haven't heard of it?"

Antony shook his head, "Mr. Qin, you know that although I have learned Chinese, I have learned superficially to make ends meet. I don't know about other good and expensive things."

Qin Mingzhu repeated, "Expensive things?" He sighed, "Vulgar."

With a soft sigh and a few soft words, the boy's eyes stared straight.

Qin Mingzhu drank a lot of wine that night, and mixed it with red wine and champagne. He felt that he should also get drunk for a while. It is rare in life to be confused, so what do you do if you live soberly.

So he didn't refuse the wine that Antony offered, and on the way back to the hotel, he was almost too drunk to walk.

After being put on the bed, he still remembered getting up to take a shower, and just as he sat up, he was pushed down again.

The boy quietly transformed into a man in the middle of the night, pressing him, pressing him, "Mr. Qin, aren't you happy?"

Qin Mingzhu looked at the rose-colored ceiling of the hotel, "Happy... What does it matter if you are happy soon? At my age..."

The words were interrupted by Antony, "Mr. Qin looks so young." After a pause, his voice became hoarse, "Mr. Qin, do you know that many people on the boat today are looking at you, and they all think you are beautiful, so I know What is the meaning of modern and beautiful written in the book, it is probably like Mr. Qin."

"Mr. Qin, why are you so white? Do you wear a lot of sunscreen every day?" Antony lowered his head and sniffed carefully, "It smells so good."

If it was before, Qin Mingzhu would not let this escort get so close to her. Antony is a superficial philistine, someone he had never looked up to before. The other party leaves.

But now he is not young anymore, and now there is a young boy who is fascinated by him.

Qin Mingzhu lowered her expression, wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, "I didn't paint it on."

Antony understood, and lowered his head even more, "Mr. Qin, don't lie to me, I will believe it..."

The words gradually disappeared.

Qin Mingzhu regretted halfway and tried to escape, but the person on his body was a wolf, a beast, and he was shivering in pain and refreshment.

This whole process is not without thinking of Sheng Yingqi. When thinking of it, it is a kind of joy of revenge, and after the joy, there is endless sorrow.

Qin Mingzhu couldn't fall asleep until five o'clock. After all, she was old, and when she woke up, it was already evening.

He was in a daze under the snow-white quilt, wrapped his hands around and rubbed his waist.

"Is Mr. Qin resting well?" Antony smiled sweetly.

Qin Mingzhu's pupils shrank, and she stepped back abruptly.Alcohol made him do stupid things impulsively, and when the numbness brought by alcohol receded like a tide, only regret and nausea remained.

Antony didn't seem to be able to understand Qin Mingzhu's expression, his face remained normal, and he showed Qin Mingzhu the phone page.

"Mr. Qin, do you think this looks good? I've liked it for a long time." He leaned closer, complaining in his tone, and a little coquettish, "But I only earn so little money every month, and I can't afford it at all. Mr. Qin, can you buy it for me?"

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Quote: "My life is like a pendant, and the orchid is like incense and burnt ointment. Jinping empty youth is cheap, and a hundred years of time is gone." - "Embroidered Mattress"