Chapter 29 Chapter 29 [Update 2] "Don't blame him, it's...
The rain kept pouring down, the water was ankle-deep, and passers-by were in a hurry, struggling to move forward in the storm of life.
The Qin family was peaceful and the lights were turned to a warm and dry orange.
Qin Du was stuck in traffic for nearly an hour and finally arrived home.
He had just taken off his suit jacket when his cell phone rang, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder.
The incoming call was from an unfamiliar number in this city.
He casually answered the phone, turned on the speakerphone, and continued to take off his clothes.
"Brother Chu Yao..." An emotionless voice came from the receiver, and the ending tone was dragged out long and stiffly, as if to express the aggrieved mood at the moment.
Qin Du paused as he was unbuttoning his shirt and snorted.
Brother Chu Yao.
"It's raining so hard that I can't go back. All the other kids have gone home, but no one picks me up." Liu Jingheng sniffed twice.
Qin Du adjusted his cuffs and said casually:
"Why doesn't such a powerful person figure it out on his own?"
Find a way to contact your brother Chu Yao and ask him to pick you up.
Then he hung up the phone and turned on airplane mode to avoid disturbing.
On the other end, Liu Jingheng looked at the hung-up call, melancholy.jpg
The table in the art class is big enough for him to lie down, so it’s not impossible for him to stay here for a night.
But time waits for no one. Perhaps the world he lives in has turned into a cassette disc, still stuck at the moment when the doctor was about to give him a critical illness notice.
During this period, Cheng Yunqing sent countless messages:
[Have you returned home yet? It's raining heavily.]
I heard Uncle Li went back to his hometown. How are you getting back? Can you get a taxi?
[Why didn't you reply to me? Are you still in art class? Where is your class? I'll pick you up.]
[Liu Jingheng, check the news.]
Liu Jingheng saw it, but remained indifferent.
Teacher Xiaolu on the other end was so anxious that she was about to cry, and she coaxed the child on the phone, "Baby, don't cry, mommy will be home soon."
"Jingjing, you haven't contacted your family yet?" Teacher Xiaolu's speech speed became noticeably faster, as if he had burned his mouth with hot porridge.
Liu Jingheng shook her head.
After a while, he looked up and said, "Teacher, you go back first. I will stay and lock the door for you. I won't steal anything."
"Where do you live? I'll drive you there first." Teacher Xiaolu asked.
"I don't know..." Liu Jingheng was not talking nonsense, he really had forgotten the Qin family's address.
Teacher Xiaolu heard her daughter's heartbreaking cry for her mother on her phone. She couldn't wait any longer, so she made up her mind and handed Liu Jingheng a U-shaped lock:
"Jingjing, I'm sorry, but I really have to go. When your family comes to pick you up later, please check that all the lights are off, then lock the door and scramble the combination. Jingjing, I think you can do it."
Liu Jingheng nodded while holding the U-shaped lock.
Teacher Xiaolu repeatedly reminded Liu Jingheng that if her parents did not come to pick her up, she should go to the sofa in the upstairs hall to rest, and finally left with a worried look on her face.
The sounds of rain, wind and spring thunder come one after another.
But in the dark art class, there was silence.
Liu Jingheng was swaying in her wheelchair, diligently helping Teacher Xiaolu check that the water and electricity were turned off. Finally, she slowly walked to the door in the light of the street lamp outside the window.
Teacher Xiaolu trusts him so much, he will definitely live up to her expectations.
You have to practice locking the door in advance. If you don’t lock it properly, he won’t steal, but there are many people who want to steal.
Liu Jingheng hid under the eaves, and with the faint light, she fastened the lock with a "click" and turned the four password digits.
Finally, he wiped the sweat off his face.
Perfect. In fact, I am sometimes worthy of trust.
Liu Jingheng turned her head and looked at the pouring rain.
So here comes the question.
How does he get in?
Call Teacher Xiaolu and ask for the password.
Touch the phone——
Good, the power is out and it’s shut down.
*
At eight o'clock, the Qin family's house was brightly lit.
At the dinner table, Mr. Qin chewed rice while his head turned several times like a 360-degree camera.
He sighed, "With Uncle Li gone, the house is a little less lively."
Qin Chuyao echoed, "It's really peaceful when Liu Jingheng is away. Grandpa, when will his internship end? It should be soon."
Old Master Qin woke up as if from a dream, smacking his lips:
"Speaking of which, why is Teacher Xiao Liu nowhere to be seen?"
Qin Chuyao quickly said:
"He went to art class. It seems that the art class has a make-up class today, so the get out of class ends very late. Don't worry, he will take a taxi back by himself on time."
Qin Du said nothing and went upstairs after finishing his meal.
The raindrops as big as beans hit the window with crackling sounds.
Qin Du lit the scented candle with a firearm and put on a sweater, and the room finally felt a little warmer.
"bite--"
A notification came from the phone.
Qin Du glanced at it casually.
Jinhai City has issued a blue cold wave warning, accompanied by heavy rainfall. Citizens are advised to take precautions.
Qin Du turned off his phone and went into the bathroom carrying his bathrobe.
The large bathtub, the water warm and clear. Qin Du leaned against the side of the tub, his slightly cool arms covered with veins, like the intertwined veins on an ancient map, dappled with glistening water droplets, and drawing a powerful arc along the contours.
His eyes were empty, and he almost melted in the warm white steam.
At this time, a prompt from the smart home came from the outer room:
"It's 10:00 PM Beijing time now. Xiaozhi has detected heavy rain tonight, which is expected to stop around 4:00 AM. Please keep warm and be careful not to catch a cold."
Qin Du's dark eyes slowly turned towards the bathroom door.
Soon, he withdrew his gaze and slowly closed his eyes.
There is no need to think too much about how powerful that person is. Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about the torture his nephew will suffer from that person.
Suddenly, Qin Chuyao's voice came from next door:
"Did your mother forget your brain in the womb when she gave birth to you? Do you know how to fight? I spend hundreds of thousands of dollars a month to support a piece of trash like you, and this is how you repay me? Give me a win rate of less than 40%?"
Above Qin Du's narrowed eyes, his sharp brows were deeply furrowed.
Very noisy and very uncultured.
He pondered for a moment, took out his phone from the storage table, and opened "Manor Owner vs. Electricity Thief".
His vision suddenly blurred.
This was a scene he had never seen before. Liu Jingheng's game avatar was gray, indicating that he had been online fifteen hours ago.
Qin Du turned off the airplane mode and opened the text message.
Empty.
Haven't you come back yet?
He turned off his phone and threw it aside.
We are not related at all, why are you bothering about this?
Qin Du relaxed his body and leaned against the back wall.
Steam obscured the light, lingering and twisting in the air—
*
The strong wind roared like a female ghost.
Liu Jingheng hid under the eaves of a small house, and the rain curtain turned into a waterfall.
The accumulated water under the steps continued to rise and was about to reach my feet.
Liu Jingheng retracted her toes as much as possible, trying to stay away from the water.
The weather in May has already warmed up, and it is still a bit hot during the day.
But when the rain fell, it took away the only bit of warmth.
The strong wind blew the cold rain, which splashed onto Liu Jingheng's face and soaked her hair.
He raised his hands and blew out a breath. When would Qin Chuyao come to pick him up?
Fingers are cold and fingertips are slightly painful and numb.
The cold air flows throughout the chest cavity. According to the principle of thermal expansion and contraction, the heart begins to contract rapidly and wrinkles into a ball.
The hour hand of the clock tower in the square opposite turned a circle and pointed to "11".
Liu Jingheng sighed.
It turned out that no one, whether it was the parents or Qin Chuyao, wanted to go out because the rain was too heavy.
It is normal that everyone just wants to hide in a warm harbor as soon as possible and accidentally forget about him.
Liu Jingheng hugged her thin body tightly. The cold air kept invading her body, her body was trembling, and the consciousness in her brain was gradually drained away.
Oh, and he hasn’t fed his kitten “Cube” yet.
By the way, Qin Chuyao might not know where he is taking classes.
That’s right…
Countless strange thoughts rushed into his brain, and he was madly pulling at each other's collars and fighting.
He tried to sort out the ball of yarn that the kitten had played with, but the more he pulled it, the more tangled it became, as if tentacles had grown suction cups and began to suck his brain matter.
My body began to lose control and swayed from side to side with the storm.
By the way, every winter, the children in the welfare home would wrap themselves up like little bears and run out to have snowball fights. Amidst their joyful shouts, he could only curl up by the fireplace and watch others having fun.
Because the director said that extreme weather like midsummer and cold winter can stimulate cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and induce diseases.
Liu Jingheng's head swayed like a ball without support.
It turns out that what the dean’s father said was right.
His eyelids felt sticky and gradually closed.
So sleepy...
"squeak--!"
The black car drove through the puddle and braked suddenly, splashing water all over the sky.
Liu Jingheng was awakened by the sudden sound of brakes.
Staring through the waterfall.
A tall figure got out of a black car that suddenly stopped in front of me. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist wrapped in a black sweater, and his straight and slender legs were stepping in the puddles. His face was hidden by a black umbrella.
The heavy rain hit the umbrella and fell like beads.
Liu Jingheng held her head and looked hesitantly at the visitor's casual attire.
Is it Qin Chuyao who comes to pick him up?
Everyone in the Qin family wore suits and ties all day long, with the exception of Qin Chuyao. Yes, the person who came was indeed Qin Chuyao.
The man's long legs came to him through the water.
Liu Jingheng used up her last bit of strength to raise her head.
The sky was dark, and the strong wind and heavy rain blocked his ability to determine who was coming by the sound of their voice.
Liu Jingheng couldn't see clearly, and stretched out her hand tremblingly. Her body couldn't help but fall forward, and her wet head hit the person's lower abdomen heavily.
Amid the sound of heavy rain, he seemed to hear a dissatisfied sigh, hazy and like an illusion.
A strong hand touched his back, and through his soaked shirt, he felt a slight coolness.
The next second, the man squatted down, pulled his hands to hold his shoulders, then put one hand through the bend of his legs and exerted a little force. Liu Jingheng felt dizzy and his body was suspended in the air.
He leaned lightly in the man's arms, blinking weakly to see clearly.
"Brother Chu Yao...are you here to pick me up..." The voice was hoarse and inarticulate after being attacked by the cold rain.
A cold snort came from above his head, and nothing else followed.
Liu Jingheng closed her eyes calmly: It’s Qin Chuyao, he loves to make sarcastic remarks to me the most.
The car door opened and the body was gently placed in the back seat.
Liu Jingheng has been a green tea for so long that she has some experience.
He hooked his hands around Qin Chuyao's neck and shook his head weakly: "No, it will dirty your luxurious leather cushion..."
"If it's dirty, you have to wash it for me." Without any explanation, Liu Jingheng's body was pressed down heavily.
The car sank, and the lingering fragrance of moisture came towards us.
Liu Jingheng closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Just as the original text described, the protagonist's body was always filled with a gorgeous fragrance that lingered for a long time.
In the dim car, I couldn't see anyone's face clearly. I could only hear the sound of rain outside the window, mixed with the friction of clothes fabric inside the car.
Qin Du threw his damp coat onto the front seat, leaving only his sweater.
Liu Jingheng was in a daze, and suddenly he felt his body being held down by a huge force, and strong arms tightly grasped his wet body.
The scent of ebony agarwood turns into another kind of fragrance after being warmed by the skin.
Liu Jingheng rested her chin on Qin Du's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.
It smells so good, my head is dizzy, and my body has completely lost control of my brain. I can only lean weakly into the arms of the person in front of me.
The wet clothes were dried a little by the other person's body temperature, and the originally tense and contracted heart slowly returned to its original state like an inflated balloon.
Boom, boom, boom.
In the silent car, someone's heartbeat drowned out the thunder outside the window.
Liu Jingheng's fuzzy mind flashed back to the scene of her childhood in the orphanage:
Firefighters came to the welfare home to promote safety knowledge. They said that if people rashly enter a warm environment from a cold environment, it will damage blood circulation, cause blood vessels to dilate, and even rupture.
The best body temperature to relieve cold is thirty-six to thirty-seven, which is the temperature of a person's body.
Liu Jingheng leaned in Qin Du's arms, thinking about random things.
The embrace of "Qin Chuyao" was unexpectedly warm.
That’s right.
Liu Jingheng slowly picked up the small notebook from her neck. Some of the words had become blurred after being washed by the rain.
The light was dim, so he could only bring the small notebook close to his eyes to read.
[Pregnancy reaction: You may be extremely disgusted by certain smells.]
Liu Jingheng thought quietly: Extremely sensitive, what does sensitive mean?
He thought of his little cat Cube. Every time he smelled the Polygonum multiflorum, it was like he was inhaling it, and he was intoxicated and dreaming.
Liu Jingheng sniffed hard, taking in all the fragrance from "Qin Chuyao" into her nostrils.
Ah, no, I’m drunk, drunk.
Qin Du said nothing, just watching Liu Jingheng looking at the wet little notebook for a long time, then took a deep breath. At this moment, his whole body was as soft as noodles, wrapped around him, and his head was trying hard to burrow into his neck.
Qin Du frowned and pushed the person away. His voice was cold and desolate:
"What tricks are you playing again?"
Liu Jingheng only felt that the voice was a bit similar to Qin Chuyao's, but it seemed more like someone else's voice.
But that's not the point.
"I..." Liu Jingheng rubbed her nose and snuggled into Qin Du's arms again. "I don't know why, but I feel dizzy. Maybe I like your scent too much..."
Being sensitive can also be described as liking someone. That's right.
"Then you know that you smell as bad as moldy wood that has been caught in the rain."
Liu Jingheng shook her head and avoided this sentence:
"I can't take it anymore, Brother Chu Yao, I'm dizzy, dizzy, dizzy..."
After a long time, a light laugh came from my ear, which seemed to be mocking, but also somewhat helpless:
"Your brother Chu Yao won't buy into this."
Liu Jingheng still shook her head: "You have to eat, you have to eat..."
Qin Du took a deep breath, and his slender fingers gently stroked Liu Jingheng's arm, leaving a dry warmth on his fingertips.
He pushed the person away and calmly adjusted his collar.
As a result, Liu Jingheng rushed over again and climbed onto him using both hands and feet:
"Let me smell it again, I...yue~"
Don’t forget morning sickness either.
"I'm really curious." A cold voice sounded, "What did your mother eat when she was pregnant with you?"
Qin Du pushed the man away with force for the last time, opened the door, got out of the car and went to the driver's seat.
As the car engine roared, two big words emerged in his mind:
boring.
I'm talking about myself.
Half an hour ago, Qin Du took a shower, dried his hair, picked up a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and went to bed. After turning a page, he stood up inexplicably, put on his clothes, tidied his hair, and strode out the door in the eyes of Qin Chuyao's uncultured "fake mother".
The result was a reply of "Brother Chu Yao, come and pick me up".
provoke.
provoke.
The car turned on its headlights and slowly drove through the thick water towards the Qin family mansion.
In front of the art class, there was another sudden brake sound.
Cheng Yunqing jumped out of the car. No exaggeration, he really jumped out.
He slammed the car door shut, without even opening his umbrella, and ran straight to the art class, looking inside through the glass.
It was pitch black and I couldn't see clearly.
Until two dazzling lights passed behind him, he turned around and saw the license plate number on the reflective car, which was the only one of its kind in the country:
【JH111111】
Cheng Yunqing stood in the heavy rain with his eyes wide open, and he couldn't take his eyes off it until the license plate number 61 disappeared in the rain.
Starting at seven o'clock, he asked his friends for the addresses of all art institutions in Jinhai City, and searched one by one until eleven o'clock, when he finally got through to Uncle Li and got the address of Liu Jingheng's art class.
Driving against traffic, running red lights, speeding.
A mere twelve points is not enough.
He finally found Liu Jingheng, who was still waiting in the heavy rain for someone to take him home.
But it seemed that Liu Jingheng was not found.
Cheng Yunqing's slender body slowly fell down, the accumulated water covered his ankles, and his shoes were cold and wet.
"Damn it." He himself couldn't believe that these words came out of his mouth.
*
"A-choo!" A loud sneeze, but also a somewhat sickly weak sound.
Liu Jingheng took the last tissue and rubbed her red nose.
As expected, an accident is going to happen.
He has a cold.
He fell asleep in the car on the way back last night. He has no recollection of how he went upstairs, how he took off his clothes, or how he got into bed.
Just when he was half asleep, a big, warm and cool hand covered his forehead for a long time.
"My dear Jingjing!" Uncle Li rushed into the house with local specialties in his hand, hugged Liu Jingheng and cried.
Liu Jingheng: "No need, the person is still here."
Uncle Li received a call from Cheng Yunqing last night and learned that his baby Jingjing might still be caught in the rain. He felt so unfilial that he rushed back to the Qin family from a thousand kilometers away by plane overnight.
"Look at this little nose, it's even growing little tomatoes." Uncle Li said with concern.
Liu Jingheng sniffed hard.
He already had rhinitis, and now it's gone, he's completely lost his sense of smell.
"Who brought you back last night?" Uncle Li asked again. Whoever it was, they would have to write him a letter of praise and make a life-size stand to be placed at home for worship.
"Yes, Brother Chu Yao." Liu Jingheng said in a muffled voice.
Uncle Li choked.
Uncle Li was puzzled.
Uncle Li was suspicious.
Uncle Li: It’s a trap!
He touched Liu Jingheng's belly: "Jingjing, are your kidneys still there?"
Liu Jingheng: "Yes."
Uncle Li touched the blue stubble on his chin and shook his head.
Impossible, Qin Chuyao? It's good enough that he didn't sell Liu Jingheng to Huang Braised Chicken Rice halfway through. Pick him up?
It is also possible that the heavy rain interfered with Qin Chuyao's brain waves.
Uncle Li didn't care anymore and quickly took out some cold medicine and gave it to Liu Jingheng to take.
The other side.
Qin Chuyao scolded his gaming coach until the early morning last night. He barely woke up when the sun was already setting.
"Ding Dong Dong~" When the special message alert tone set for Cheng Yunqing rang, he almost hit his head on the ceiling like a monkey.
Cheng Yunqing: [I'd like to stay at your house for a while. My workplace is far from the apartment, so commuting is inconvenient.]
Qin Chuyao's tears were like noodles.
He knelt on the bed, holding the phone devoutly, and typed and deleted carefully:
[Of course, you can stay as long as you want. The Qin family is very close to the Jinhai University Affiliated Hospital, only 863 meters away.]
Cheng Yunqing: [Okay, thank you for your help.]
That night, Cheng Yunqing stood in the Qin family's hall carrying a suitcase.
Qin Chuyao was as happy as a little bird leaving its nest, fluttering around Cheng Yunqing:
"We have a lot of rooms, and grandpa and uncle are usually not at home, so you don't have to feel uncomfortable. It doesn't matter how long you want to stay."
Cheng Yunqing looked around but didn't see Liu Jingheng, so he just said "hmm" softly.
"Yunqing, I want to apologize to you for what happened last time. I'm not a bad person by nature, and I don't have a habit of torturing animals. It's... it's my uncle! He hates cats very much, and I was afraid that he would be unhappy and that others would be affected, so I had no choice but to do this..."
"Which room should I stay in?" Cheng Yunqing interrupted his chatter.
He didn't care about Qin Chuyao's inner thoughts at all. To him, Qin Chuyao's only advantage was that he was a useful tool.
Qin Chuyao happily led Cheng Yunqing upstairs.
A luxurious sunroom facing south was specially prepared for him, which allows him to go downstairs directly when he goes out.
Cheng Yunqing only took a glance and said: "I don't like direct sunlight."
Qin Chuyao said "Okay, okay", and led the people to see a cooler room.
Cheng Yunqing: "I don't like coldness either."
Finally, his gaze fell on the room next to Liu Jingheng:
"This one is nice. It's small and cozy. The maids all live in this row, so it's convenient for me to find them if I need anything."
Qin Chuyao rubbed his hands and smiled like a sunflower: "As long as you like it."
I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it.
It’s okay, as long as Yunqing likes it.
Cheng Yunqing selected a room, pushed the suitcase in, and then asked:
"Don't you need to tell your grandfather and uncle?"
Qin Chuyao took charge of everything:
"No, my grandfather doesn't care about these things, and my uncle only cares about my studies and work. They are all concerned about their reputation and won't talk about the extra pairs of bowls and chopsticks."
*
The city after the rain is filled with the fragrance of moist earth.
Liu Jingheng finished today's art class and received a small "Star of Progress" medal from Teacher Xiaolu.
At this time, Uncle Li was playing chess with the old men in the park. He was very devoted to the game. After losing six games in a row, he was determined to save face. The victory or defeat would be decided in one crucial game!
Liu Jingheng sat in the hall holding her masterpiece, waiting.
"Oh, why doesn't Mr. Li answer the phone again?" Teacher Xiaolu said dejectedly.
The other children have all gone home, and Liu Jingheng is left alone today.
At this time, a black Bentley slowly drove through the main city avenue. Qin Du, who was sitting in the back seat, put down his magazine and rested his eyes while waiting for the red light.
The surrounding buildings look familiar.
With a glance, I found the familiar "Senyu Children's Art".
Qin Du's gaze suddenly paused.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling window and the car window, he and Liu Jingheng met eyes.
The bright classroom was empty, with only Teacher Xiaolu accompanying Liu Jingheng, who was still trying to contact Uncle Li.
Liu Jingheng held her masterpiece in her arms, her expression dull, almost a bit dull, her eyes unfocused, and she entered standby mode.
The parents who had picked up their children walked past the window with their babies, chatting and laughing. Only then would Liu Jingheng's emotionless eyes give a slight reaction, and she would turn her head in the direction they left.
Qin Du lowered his eyes, his fingers carelessly stroking the footer of the magazine.
Suddenly, indifferently:
"Stop here."
A hint of doubt flashed in the driver's eyes, and he looked at the rearview mirror.
Liu Jingheng has been in the same position since she got home from school, and it's been almost an hour, and she's still in the same position.
The waiting process is very long, and the engine has been turned off and put into sleep mode.
It was not until Teacher Xiaolu suddenly ran out in a hurry, making a clicking sound, that he was barely awakened.
"Mr. Qin, why are you here?" Teacher Xiaolu asked cautiously.
Although Qin Du was always polite, for some reason, his dark eyes were like a bottomless pool, drowning all the emotions that one wanted to explore.
As a businessman, I feel uneasy about not being able to control the other party's psychology.
Qin Du glanced at Liu Jingheng and whispered to the teacher:
"Please, if no one comes to pick him up later, please call me and I'll leave my number."
Teacher Xiaolu responded and quickly asked Liu Jingheng to pack up and prepare to go home.
Liu Jingheng looked at the tall figure at the door and scratched his cheek.
It’s not Qin Chuyao, it’s President Qin.
Could it be that Qin Chuyao couldn't come because of something, so he asked President Qin to pick him up?
Liu Jingheng didn't like to trouble outsiders, so she sat down and bowed to Qin Du.
Qin Du stared at his actions coldly, his politeness filled with alienation.
He couldn't help but recall the scene last night when Liu Jingheng kept snuggling into his arms, muttering "Brother Chu Yao".
In the car.
The atmosphere was dead silent. The driver was concentrating on driving, Qin Du was flipping through a magazine, and Liu Jingheng was staring out the window in a daze.
"What did you learn today?" A sudden voice rang out.
Liu Jingheng looked out the window, stunned——
The other person cleared his throat and raised his voice: "What did you learn today?"
Liu Jingheng was stunned——
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, then took a long breath and coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, which accidentally got stuck in his throat.
"Cough cough cough!"
Liu Jingheng withdrew her gaze and looked at Qin Du:
"Ask me?"
Qin Du flipped through the magazine and said casually:
"Is there anyone else in this car who needs to learn children's art?"
Liu Jingheng tsk-tsk in her heart.
I originally wanted to show this painting to Qin Chuyao to give him a hint.
Hinting to an outsider doesn't seem to have much effect.
However, this Mr. Qin seems to be a relative of Qin Chuyao. If I take a look at him, he might be able to whisper something in Qin Chuyao's ear.
Liu Jingheng handed over her masterpiece: "Here."
Qin Du put down the magazine and took the painting.
On the drawing paper of the work "Inner Circle and Outer Square", two lumps of yellow-brown unknown substance of unknown composition are piled up thickly with crayons.
Qin Du put down the painting.
The driver then looked in the rearview mirror, and his facial features suddenly shrank.
What on earth is their art teacher teaching?
"What are you drawing?" The driver couldn't help it.
Liu Jingheng glanced at Qin Du from the corner of her eye, and raised her voice a little, saying stiffly:
"I remember the teacher asked us to draw the cutest animal. I like puppies and cats the most, so why did I draw this? I wonder what I was thinking of."
It has light yellow fur and a big pocket on its belly, which holds its most beloved cub. It spends its entire life supporting its child. What is this thing?
Coincidentally, at this moment, the car passed by a maternal and child health care hospital.
Liu Jingheng recalled the TV series she had watched, holding onto the car window with both hands, her head turning around as the health center gradually moved away, muttering to herself:
"What on earth is he drawing? It's strange. Did he pass by the maternity hospital on his way home before?"
Qin Du's eyes slid down from his poorly acting face to his lower abdomen.
The loose shirt cannot support the slender body, and it is particularly obvious in the shoulders and abdomen, like a hollow sail.
Qin Du retracted his gaze and continued flipping through the magazine. His voice sounded nonchalant, yet also mocking:
"Are you pregnant?"
The driver braked suddenly and almost rear-ended the car.
He stared at the rearview mirror in horror, his mouth opened as he silently asked, "Pregnant? You... you know a lot..."
Liu Jingheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, someone smart enough understood his hint.
Acting requires a full performance. He placed his hand on his abdomen, lowered his eyes, and nodded:
"Um."
By the way, the biggest characteristic of green tea is that it absolutely cannot be seen as having bad intentions.
He tugged at Qin Du's sleeve and whispered:
"Boss Qin, please don't tell Qin...Qin Chuyao...Brother, that on the night of the school celebration, he and I accidentally got into an accident in the lounge...Don't blame me, brother, I seduced him."
Moreover, this matter had to be repeatedly warned not to be spread outside, which annoyed people until it aroused Mr. Qin's rebellious psychology and forced him to turn around and report it to the old man.
Qin Du curled the corners of his lips and smiled silently.
"So, frequent urination, delayed menstruation, and vomiting are all because of that one night." Qin Du's tone was light, but it was hard to tell that he was mocking her.
Liu Jingheng: "Yes."
"You're quite impressive."
"Yes." "Boss Qin, please don't tell anyone."
Qin Du: "It depends on my mood."
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
The driver, whose worldview was shattered and then reconstructed, sent the two of them home in a daze.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Qin Chuyao, whom I hadn't seen in a century, flying around like a happy little butterfly.
Sometimes she served tea and water to Cheng Yunqing, and sometimes she cleaned the house, pretending to be diligent.
"Um, little..." Qin Chuyao immediately went to greet the person when he saw him coming.
"Hello, Mr. Qin." Cheng Yunqing suddenly stood up and interrupted Qin Chuyao.
Qin Du was more than half a head taller than Cheng Yunqing, and when he looked at him, he looked down at him from a superior position.
"I took into consideration that Yunqing's apartment is too far from his workplace and commuting is inconvenient, so I asked him to stay at our house for the time being," Qin Chuyao said.
By the way, he winked at Cheng Yunqing, as if to say: "See, I told you not to worry about my family's opinions. They dote on me and have no objections."
Qin Du coldly withdrew his gaze from Cheng Yunqing.
He walked forward and said:
"Home is not a shelter. If commuting is inconvenient, find your own way."
After saying that, his back disappeared in the topic selection room.
Cheng Yunqing frowned.
Qin Chuyao was stunned for a long time, as if he didn't expect Qin Du to refuse so tenderly, and hurriedly coaxed Cheng Yunqing:
"Don't worry, I'll go talk to you, and you can just stay here without worry."
Then he followed Qin Du upstairs.
Cheng Yunqing's gaze was as sharp as a cold knife, piercing the direction Qin Du left.
His teeth were clenched tightly, and his cheeks were bulging.
In a blink of an eye, he saw Liu Jingheng, not knowing whether she was watching the fun or had entered sleep standby mode. The fire in his eyes was instantly extinguished, covered with a layer of tenderness like spring water.
He walked over, leaned over and asked, "Liu Jingheng, do you have art class every day?"
Liu Jingheng: "Yes."
Cheng Yunqing's brows relaxed, and he said softly:
"My workday ends around the same time as yours. I might be staying here later, so I might bother you. Um...how about I pick you up from school? It's on my way, and the time is suitable."
Liu Jingheng has no opinion on this matter:
"OK."
Cheng Yunqing raised the corners of his lips, his teeth like woven shells:
"Okay, then from now on, if you draw 'My Favorite Person' or 'The Person I Miss Most', please show it to me first, okay?"
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
Here, the spring water is blending together, while in the study upstairs, dark clouds are gathering and heavy rain is about to pour down.
"Uncle, I beg you, you know how I feel about Yunqing. This is a rare opportunity." Qin Chuyao hunched his waist and cupped his hands unconsciously.
Qin Du didn't even look at him, tidying up the pen holder:
"Do you know what Cheng Yunqing is thinking?"
Qin Chuyao showed some pride:
"Uncle, can't you see? He said the commute was inconvenient, but he was actually taking advantage of the opportunity to create a world for us two."
Qin Du sneered and said nothing.
"Uncle, my dear uncle, my nephew's life and death are all dependent on you."
Qin Du pushed the pen holder back and placed his hands on the table, looking as if he was going to dominate the business world.
"You allowed outsiders to stay for a long time and didn't communicate with anyone in the family. Should I praise you?"
Qin Chuyao: "I..."
"Let Cheng Yunqing find a way to solve his problem himself. I have no obligation to do so." Qin Du turned on the computer and saw the guest off.
Qin Chuyao stood there for a long time, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly.
He knew that his uncle was a man of his word, and things were not critical, so he didn't want to say, "You don't have any Qin blood in you, so what does it have to do with you?"
I could only leave in shame.
I also have to explain to Cheng Yunqing: "My uncle may be upset recently, but don't worry, I will talk to him again, and he will definitely agree."
"Why don't you go back first tonight?"
Cheng Yunqing looked towards the spiral staircase, a sneer on his face:
"Okay, I hope you won't let me down."
After greeting Liu Jingheng, Cheng Yunqing pushed his suitcase in and pulled it out the same way.
At the door, Cheng Yunqing had just lifted the suitcase into the car when he caught a glimpse of Qin Du who had gone out to meet a client.
He acted as if he didn't see himself and walked straight to the car, surrounded by the driver.
Cheng Yunqing slammed the car door shut and strode over:
"Boss Qin, are you still busy so late?"
Qin Du got in the car and ignored him.
Cheng Yunqing strode over, pressed the car door, leaned over, and smiled sarcastically:
"I remember a long time ago, to be exact, before Liu Jingheng came into the family, Qin Chuyao told me that if I was willing, you would like me to stay at the Qin family for a while so that we can develop a relationship."
Qin Du said coldly to the driver:
"Close the door and drive."
Cheng Yunqing raised his hand, interrupted the driver's action, and said with a smile:
"You change your mind so quickly, what is Mr. Qin worried about?"
"Are you losing to the youthful energy of young people? Or are you afraid of the so-called love that grows over time?" The tone of the last word rose, as if questioning.
Qin Du turned his head, undercurrents surging in his dark eyes.
He raised his chin slightly, his sharp features filled with an overbearing attitude.
"Youth is good, full of youthful vigor." Qin Du's voice sounded polite, "But sometimes, youthfulness means stupidity."
He tapped his knee with his finger, and the driver quickly closed the door.
Cheng Yunqing slowly straightened his stiff back, his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and above his tightly clenched fingers was the back of his hand with blue veins appearing.
The car sped away, leaving behind only a cloud of dirty exhaust fumes.
*
late at night.
Liu Jingheng was holding his cell phone, while the little cat Cube was snoring in his lap.
It’s ten o’clock and the boss is not online yet.
He began to use this time to think about his plan of traveling back.
Mr. Qin has already known about the pregnancy, and the only ones left are Qin Chuyao, Grandpa, and Cheng Yunqing.
Cheng Yunqing wanted to stay for a while, but it seemed that Mr. Qin refused.
Anyway, he will know it sooner or later, so it would be more shocking and the plot would be more dramatic if he told it to Qin Chuyao in person.
Then there will be a great opportunity for the two of them to get along.
Liu Jingheng was a little annoyed.
This article should be written by him, so that there will be fewer words. In the original article, Cheng Yunqing was kept in the dark and heard about this matter. The author actually wrote more than ten chapters of this story. When he fell asleep after hearing about it, Cheng Yunqing was about to find out that the original owner was pregnant.
When Cheng Yunqing wakes up, he will find out.
Take a break for lunch, Cheng Yunqing will find out soon.
Always on the road to discovery, Liu Jingheng can only understand it as the "ups and downs" in literary works.
Well, in order to speed up the plot, it would be best to let Cheng Yunqing move in directly and get it done in one step.
While plotting an evil plan, I suddenly saw the big boss coming online.
【Hello. 】
Boss: [Okay.]
Liu Jingheng: [Playing games?]
Boss: [Yes, I invite you.]
Liu Jingheng's final destination was a turn around, and she entered a luxurious villa, like the palace where the prince lived in a fairy tale.
Liu Jingheng: [If you reach the top rank like you, the game will give you a big villa?]
Boss: [I bought it with money.]
When Qin Du bought this account, in addition to all the characters and skins, the owner also bought three home systems and all the luxurious furniture. It can be seen that he put a lot of thought into the arrangement.
Qin Du spent nearly 100,000 yuan to buy this number from the Treasure Pavilion. In fact, after buying it, he had some doubts:
Since the purpose is just to supervise Liu Jingheng, wouldn’t it be more convenient to just buy a naked account?
The answer to the question, as far as he could see, was still shrouded in a veil of mist.
Liu Jingheng was already playing in the palace.
There is an interactive button next to many pieces of furniture, so you can lie on the bed to rest, ride the little yellow duck rocking car, and even set off fireworks.
Liu Jingheng's character lies on the bed and invites the boss:
Come up.
The boss replied after a long time: [Childish.]
Liu Jingheng: [Okay, because I usually have no one to accompany me, I am a little childish.]
The boss asked: [Is there no one at home to accompany you? ]
Liu Jingheng shook her head, and suddenly realized that the other party couldn't see her, so she typed:
No, they don’t like to talk to me.
Outside the game, Qin Du's typing hand suddenly stopped, and his eyes kept wandering between the words "don't want to pay attention to me".
Then, another message popped up on the other side:
[A few days ago, it rained heavily and they forgot to pick me up, so I caught a cold.]
Therefore, I hope that our friendship will last forever.
Qin Du's pupils suddenly dilated, and after a while, they contracted little by little and returned to normal.
He tapped the edge of his phone and chuckled.
On weekdays, Uncle Li, Cheng Yunqing, and the old man would stick to him 24 hours a day, but he would just play the victim.
Qin Du casually typed "I don't want to fight today, let's talk about it tomorrow" and quickly logged off.
This feeling is very strange. Even though I know that the facts are not as he said, those glaring words still made me feel a little depressed.
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