Benjie lived quite far from here, in an upscale residential area. It took about four hours to drive to the destination. When they arrived, it was already around 10 o'clock in the evening.

"Fortunately, there are people here who help clean regularly, otherwise we wouldn't be able to live here." Benjie walked into the house, swept it around, checked it again, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was not much dust.

"Joe, you may stay in your old room tonight; there are still some of your things in it."

Song Jinqiao used to go to Country M frequently for work, and she always stayed in Benjie's house. As she went back and forth, she left a lot of her things in this house.

"Okay, got it."

She walked over to the sofa and sat down. The drink she had bought earlier was still on the table. She picked up a book and opened it to drink. At this time, Benjie just came out of his room with a computer.

"Here, the computer you asked for."

He put the computer on the table in front of Song Jinqiao and watched her type on the keyboard. The screen was filled with codes he didn't recognize.

"What are you going to do?" Benjie touched his chin, leaned over and asked curiously.

Song Jinqiao stared at the computer, tapping on the keyboard, and casually replied: "Find him something to do."

Benjie immediately understood what Song Jinqiao was doing. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, then curved his eyebrows, looking a little gloating.

"Invasion system?"

This is a good idea!

Song Jinqiao stared at the screen, responded casually, picked up the drink on the table with one hand and took a sip.

Benjie watched for a long time but couldn't understand what she was doing. He only knew that she was hacking into the system. He sat up straight, picked up the Coke on the table, and his index finger fell on the pull ring. He easily buckled it and pulled it. With the sound of the soda breaking the can, his upper body leaned back and he lay lazily on the sofa.

Her golden hair was plastered on her forehead, and her blue eyes exuded a lazy and comfortable feeling, like a noble and elegant cat. The can of Coke was against her rosy lips. She raised her head and took a sip, and her sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Turn on the TV, mind?"

Although it is a question, it has an affirmative tone.

Song Jinqiao stared at the computer and ignored him, but Benjie knew that Qiao didn't mind.

This continued until midnight, when Song Jinqiao finally looked away from the screen. At the same time, Song Yanli, who was far away in China, sat on a leather chair in the study, looking gloomily at the "scrapped" system in the computer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Jinqiao raise her head. Benjie also looked away from the TV. When his eyes fell on Song Jinqiao, he saw that she was sending a message again.

"What are you going to do this time?" He leaned over and asked curiously.

The phone screen kept jumping back and forth between the two people's chat interfaces, and the reply speed was almost instant.

Song Jinqiao said, "Find someone to help bring Mom out. He'll be busy for several days this time, so he definitely won't have time to take care of her here. The other one is a psychologist, and we've made an appointment to meet tomorrow."

Psychotherapy is a long process. Song Jinqiao had done it once before, so he had some understanding of this aspect.

Benjie was okay with the first one, he was more concerned about the second one.

"Is this the sequelae or side effect of your last psychotherapy?" He took out a cigarette from the table next to him and was about to light it, but as if he thought of something, he put it back silently.