Chapter 47 Chapter 47 The horse is exposed.
Liu Jingheng was still in deep thought.
He suddenly felt that the cell phone in his hand was not his usual cell phone.
There are many more apps that he has never seen before, and the screen saver interface is also different.
He hadn't studied Apple phones much, so he could only blame it on the fact that he was forced to download some bundled software.
As for the changes in the screen, it seems to be true. If you don't actively set a screen saver on some mobile phones, they will automatically change to another screen saver image after a period of time.
Liu Jingheng's heart is as wide as the Pacific Ocean.
He was just inexplicably proud of the smooth implementation of his plan.
When connecting to Bluetooth, a pop-up window will appear on the computer screen:
[Whether to perform device control.]
Liu Jingheng tilted her head and said, "If you don't understand, then control yourself."
Click Confirm and the word "Success" will pop up on the screen.
Liu Jingheng rubbed his hands, and now it was his turn to show his skills.
He opened WeChat.
The other side.
The students of the School of Tourism Management were eating and drinking, happily admiring Cheng Yunqing's elegant figure and graceful speech broadcast on the big screen. Suddenly, the screen went black.
Amid the students' puzzled "hmm", the big screen lit up again.
Cheng Yunqing's figure disappeared, replaced by a strange mobile phone interface.
The WeChat icon lit up, and the next second, someone's WeChat interface appeared.
The person controlling the phone over there was confused or for some other reason, and was unable to proceed to the next step for a long time.
Students looked at their friends' pinned notes:
"Liu Jingheng...? Whose phone is this? Why are you showing it to us?"
The person controlling the phone seemed to have convinced himself and clicked on the pinned WeChat account of "Liu Jingheng".
The students read the film while eating snacks, reading while standing up, and reading while muttering to themselves.
"Boss, tomorrow is my graduation ceremony, are you coming?
Tomorrow at ten o'clock, are you coming?
Come?
Question mark. "
"Sorry, I don't have time tomorrow."
"Okay. Smile bitterly."
Countless big question marks popped up in the students' minds.
The counselor was stunned and quickly ran to the control room to check the situation.
Students are still discussing:
"Is it Liu Jingheng from the housekeeping team? The human-machine guy."
"I think so. The tone is right."
"Whose phone is this? Why are you projecting it onto our screen?"
Some students frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.
"Could it be... the phone of Qin Du, the representative of the Rilon Group? Qin Chuyao's name also appeared in the WeChat friends list just now, and there's also someone called Qin Haoyuan. Isn't that the chairman's name?"
"Yes! I saw it too. Isn't Liu Jingheng's internship at the Qin family?"
Before we could come to a conclusion, the dialog box on the screen was dragged upwards.
Owner: [What did you not finish saying just now? What is the meaning behind the word "喜"?]
【Based on the context analysis, it should be a word related to emotions. 】
So it's like? It should be followed by a subject. At the time, there were only the two of us, so the subject after like should be you or me.
"Fuck!"
The students were in an uproar.
This doesn't look like normal communication between an employer and an employee.
It's more like a smart superior guiding a fool step by step.
"What a fortune! Liu Jingheng is so lucky!"
The students could no longer contain themselves and stood up in unison, rushing towards the control room.
At this moment, Liu Jingheng was sitting in front of the computer with a dull expression, which highlighted his brain which was as pale as goose feathers.
Such a familiar conversation. Although his memory is not good, it is not to the level of Alzheimer's disease.
Liu Jingheng scratched her head, face, and neck.
Who stole the boss's phone? Was it Qin Du's secretary?
Just because the boss stole Qin Du's shirt, Qin Du launched a desperate counterattack? When will the cycle of revenge end?
No, think about it again.
The secretary left his coat and cell phone here. He seemed to say, "Mr. Qin's cell phone is with me. I can't contact him."
Mr. Qin’s cell phone.
Liu Jingheng's single-core processor was about to burn out. She obviously had a bad memory, but at this moment, all the clues such as the wicker kitten pendant and the red soles of the shoes rushed into her mind.
Liu Jingheng flipped through the chat history faster.
Time flies by, and the past two months have passed. The owner of the phone sent a lot of photos of the pet expo.
Just then, a message popped up on the phone.
The sender named "Secretary Wang":
[Hello, did you find this phone? Please return it to the school auditorium as soon as possible. I will give you a generous reward.]
Liu Jingheng slowly raised her eyes.
secretary?
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor. Liu Jingheng turned her head mechanically. At this time, the door was filled with curious and excited little faces, and the counselor's big face was also mixed in, with very complicated expressions on his face.
Angry, timid and helpless.
After all, he's a distinguished guest of the school leadership. Let's first... send a student who's good at speaking to explain the situation...
Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time, trying to reorganize the universe in his mind after the Big Bang.
A century passed, and he slowly stood up under the inquiring gazes of his students.
"I went to return my phone, I took the wrong one, hey."
Everyone: What are you saying!!!
But no one dared to speak and silently made way for Liu Jingheng, who walked through the crowd with her cell phone tightly in her hand.
The noisy chirping of cicadas was infinitely amplified under the clear blue sky.
Countless voices rushed into Liu Jingheng's head.
He took two steps and then rested, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, and looked at the distant auditorium.
Secretary Wang was anxiously waiting at the door for the kind-hearted person who found the phone. From a distance, he saw Liu Jingheng walking like a robot, taking two steps and then stopping to think. A group of students who were watching the fun were following behind him. He was almost dying of curiosity, but was too cautious to go forward.
Secretary Wang quickly stepped forward and extended his hand:
"I'm sorry, Liu Jingheng, I left my phone and coat at your place. I'm sorry to bother bringing them back to me. Thank you very much."
Liu Jingheng didn't move for a long time, then asked softly:
"Whose phone is this?"
"Boss Qin's phone." The secretary raised her own phone. "Here's mine."
Smiling shamelessly.
Liu Jingheng still didn't move, her gaze was long and empty.
"Give me your phone, thank you. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time to express my gratitude."
The secretary reached out to pick up the phone, but felt a counter force pulling at it.
The secretary smiled awkwardly: "Well...as for the reward, I'll add you on WeChat and transfer it to you later."
Liu Jingheng remained as still as a mountain, his eyes bypassing the secretary and leaning towards the door of the auditorium.
The student who tipped off ran in and came out with a green face.
When he came out, there was a tall figure behind him.
As it strode over like a sharp gust of wind, the students who were watching the excitement felt fear in the extremely low pressure and involuntarily took two steps back.
Liu Jingheng also subconsciously took two steps back when Qin Du approached.
Qin Du stopped in front of him, glanced at the phone in the secretary's hand, and swept his cold gaze over him.
Secretary: That’s it.
Qin Du took the phone without saying a word, turned off the screen without even looking at it, and put it in his pocket.
Then, he looked into the distance and said to his secretary in a very low voice:
"You go in and attend the graduation ceremony on my behalf. I'll contact you after I'm done here."
After saying that, he glanced at Liu Jingheng calmly:
"You, follow me."
Liu Jingheng nodded and followed obediently.
The students looked at each other: Should we go up and watch the fun?
Forget it. I finally made it to graduation, I don’t want to ruin my reputation at the last minute.
However, for the first time, I felt a little envious of Liu Jingheng, a man with no parents and a very bad reputation.
Liu Jingheng followed Qin Du into the car, still calculating formulas in her mind.
The phone belongs to Qin Du, the content belongs to the boss, and the phone passed through the secretary's hands. Boss = secretary?
Assuming that the boss = secretary, and the phone belongs to Qin Du, then Qin Du = secretary???
Liu Jingheng counted on her fingers for a long time on a fourth-grade equation. Her eyes became dizzy and a sour feeling inexplicably welled up at the root of her nose. The scene before her eyes became increasingly hazy and unclear.
Qin Du had no intention of driving, so he just turned on the air conditioner to blow away the heat inside the car caused by direct sunlight.
"Liu Jingheng." His voice was calm, without any emotion. "What's your reason for taking my phone and projecting my WeChat messages?"
Liu Jingheng raised her eyes in a daze, moved her mouth, and finally uttered a hoarse sound:
"I-I want to do something bad."
Qin Du curled his lips. No matter how shocking the reason was, with Liu Jingheng, everything became logical.
Qin Du opened WeChat on his phone, slowly scrolled through the messages, and asked:
"You've read the news."
Liu Jingheng nodded again and again.
"So what do you want to say?" Qin Du's words remained calm, but a strange rhythm was beating in his heart.
Liu Jingheng pondered for a while, took out his cell phone and opened the memo. He typed a word slowly and stopped to think for a while. Qin Du waited patiently for him for five minutes until Liu Jingheng handed the phone to him.
【untie:
The phone belongs to Qin Du, the content belongs to the boss, and the phone has passed through the secretary's hands, so the boss = the secretary;
Assume that the boss = secretary, and the phone belongs to Qin Du, that is, Qin Du = secretary.
Liu Jingheng asked, "Is this interpretation correct?"
Qin Du glanced at the answer and slowly closed his eyes.
He leaned back in his chair, a hint of annoyance between his furrowed brows, and he seemed very tired.
After a century of calming down, Qin Du opened his eyes and looked over:
"Liu Jingheng, you..."
He stopped talking halfway through.
Liu Jingheng beside him stared at him motionlessly, her soft brows slightly furrowed, a pair of eyes covered with a thin layer of mist, her lower eyelashes clearly visible, dangling with water droplets that had not yet fallen, and her bright eyes dangling in disorder.
The tail of Qin Du's eyebrows moved his eyes suddenly.
From the emotionless windows after the drizzle, he could clearly see the unwillingness and the grievance that he could not convince himself to let go.
It turned out that Liu Jingheng solved this complicated equation over and over again not to test whether her answer was correct, but rather to find evidence that she had neglected some details so that the equation would not hold.
"If the answer is still the same after countless calculations, learning to accept it is also an important lesson in life." Qin Du said softly, his eyes never leaving Liu Jingheng's face.
Liu Jingheng stood still, but tears fell like beads from a broken string from her eyes that were filled with unfathomable emotions.
Facing the big boss, this was the first time he experienced what it meant to be loved, and it was also the first time he tasted the taste of desire in his life of muddling through.
He had a lucky thought that even if he left the world of the book in the end, at least he could live a perfect life of his own in an ending where the author was too lazy to explain A, B, C, and D.
But in this world, most expectations end up as regrets.
Qin Du looked away, no longer looking at his tears, and lowered his voice:
"I'm sorry that I hid the truth from you out of pride or for some other reason."
Then, he added: "I have failed to live up to your love."
It was a high-sounding apology, but Qin Du didn't wait for Liu Jingheng's answer and interrupted again:
"Since we're the same person, is it difficult for you to transfer your feelings for him to me?"
When he said this, he didn't look at Liu Jingheng's expression, and his Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily.
Liu Jingheng thought about it and nodded.
He really couldn't like an antisocial personality who took his mother's life with his own hands. This was no longer a moral issue, but naked human nature. He didn't have the confidence to become someone more important than Qin Du's mother, and luckily escaped from his hands.
Qin Du gripped the steering wheel tightly. He wasn't one for inquiring into matters of the heart, nor was he interested in tangling with others, but he desperately wanted to know:
"Is it that I can't do it, or I don't want to."
Liu Jingheng's greatest strength is honesty:
"I don't think I want to like you..."
As soon as the words fell, the narrow space inside the car fell into silence.
Liu Jingheng didn't know what to do and could only wipe away her tears awkwardly.
A long century passed, Liu Jingheng's tears dried up, and Qin Du finally spoke:
"In that case, please delete my WeChat and game account."
Liu Jingheng nodded, opened her phone and fiddled with it.
He had only just started using a smartphone after transmigrating into the book, and most of its features were still under development. He clicked on the profile picture, then the conversation, then opened Qin Du's friend circle and scrolled through it, but couldn't find the "delete friend" function.
Perhaps this is why WeChat hides the "delete contact" function in the third-level operation and highlights this function in shocking red.
After deleting a friend, it is easy but also extremely difficult to add them back.
Liu Jingheng poked for a long time, but was helpless and looked at Qin Du for help.
Qin Du saw the gentleness and softness that were unique to his character in his eyes, but he also read the determination and stubbornness that came with this kind of character once he made a decision.
Qin Du slowly lowered his eyes. After a brief silence, he moved decisively and forcefully. He opened his phone, clicked on Liu Jingheng's profile picture, skillfully found the words "Delete Contact", and pressed down hard with his finger.
The interface pops up a prompt:
[Delete the contact "Liu Jingheng" and the chat history with this contact.]
Qin Du's finger paused, then slowly moved down and stopped above "Confirm to delete".
Just as he was about to click, Liu Jingheng beside him suddenly opened his mouth:
"If you delete me, will you also want Cube, Penny and Sticky Rice back?"
Qin Du's fingers suddenly moved to the side and turned off the screen.
Then, with a calm and composed look, he casually admired his phone:
"Of course, to thank you for taking good care of them during this time, I will pay you a corresponding reward."
Liu Jingheng pursed her lips and fell silent.
Qin Du glanced over inconspicuously and saw that the child had his head lowered, his fingers constantly fiddling with the tassels on his bachelor's cap.
The moment Liu Jingheng raised her head and looked at him, Qin Du quickly looked away.
Liu Jingheng cautiously tugged at his sleeve, her voice small and thin, her tone extremely nervous and unnatural:
"I, I suddenly remembered that projecting your WeChat screen has affected your reputation and...it will also cause your company's stock price to plummet. I'm afraid I'll have to sign a contract with you before this incident ends to protect your reputation and your company's stock..."
Qin Du turned his head away with a cold face:
"Is that so? Is this necessary?"
An irrepressible smile was reflected on the car window, and two deep dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks.
Liu Jingheng nodded vigorously: "Yes... yes."
Then he added, trying to hide his mistake: "No, it's not that I'm afraid you'll take the children back, because I'm a very moral person..."
"Is that so?" Qin Du restrained his smile, looking embarrassed, "In that case, I should thank you."
Liu Jingheng's mind was in a mess at this moment, and she nodded hurriedly:
"Yes, yes, yes."
Qin Du hooked his finger at him. Liu Jingheng hesitated for a moment, but still moved her face closer.
The next second, her earlobe felt moist and soft, and heat spread around her ear. Liu Jingheng couldn't help but shiver.
The hard pearly teeth gently nibble on the fragile ear skin, making it itchy and numb.
Liu Jingheng couldn't help but stretched out her hand to block, but Qin Du grabbed her wrist and held her down.
The heat mixed with the teasing voice continued to grow in my ears:
"I'm also a person with a strong sense of morality. You taught me to say thank you when I receive a favor."
As soon as she finished speaking, her pearly teeth bit the earlobe again, not lightly nor heavily, but every time it bit, it was filled with an almost paranoid possessiveness.
Liu Jingheng didn't dare to move. Her earlobe was being gnawed and rubbed. The tingling sensation was mixed with the stinging pain of being rubbed repeatedly.
Qin Du opened his mouth and looked at Liu Jingheng's tense profile.
The earlobe that he had tortured repeatedly was now moist and slightly red.
Liu Jingheng raised her hands to cover her ears and shrank into the corner.
The hand that was protecting the ear was suddenly grabbed by someone and pulled away.
Qin Du grabbed his wrist with one hand as if afraid that he would run away, and with the other hand he took out a small box with exquisite workmanship but rustic appearance from his trouser pocket and opened it with a twist of his thumb.
"Happy graduation." He stared at Liu Jingheng's nervous profile, took out a silver chain from the box, and slowly put it on Liu Jingheng's wrist. His voice was so light as the curl of green smoke, "Even if there are thousands of years and the world is vast, the future is like the sea, and the future is long."
Liu Jingheng raised her eyes, and a thin layer of mist appeared in her light-colored pupils, dotted with stars.
Even though these words came from the villain's mouth, he still found them beautiful and poetic.
Liu Jingheng's dark eyes darted forward stiffly. A silver bracelet had appeared on her wrist, its delicate clasp interlocking, gently twisting around her wrist, its rhythmic movement flowing under the sunlight. In the center was a slender hexagon, inlaid with translucent white chalcedony, gleaming with a lustrous, oily sheen.
"Thank you, thank you..." Liu Jingheng didn't know much about jewelry, let alone its value, but as he said, he considered himself a person with a strong sense of morality. When receiving a gift, he would express his gratitude even if he didn't like it.
After thinking for a moment, she awkwardly straightened up and leaned forward, gently biting Qin Du's earlobe and mumbling her thanks again:
"Thank you, Ni."
Qin Du closed his eyes slightly, and gently supported Liu Jingheng's hand with his broad palm. His little finger slowly stroked the back of his hand and the cold bracelet on his wrist, and his voice was slightly hoarse:
"You're welcome."
After rejecting so many luxury jewelry, Qin Du saw this cheap and simple little bracelet in front of a graduate's handmade stall when he was touring the campus with school leaders. The price of 55 yuan was a far cry from those big brands with noble origins.
But he liked the hexagonal chalcedony inlay in the middle of the bracelet, just like Liu Jingheng's pair of light-colored eyes, clear and transparent, and spotless.
Qin Du bought a pair, one on Liu Jingheng's hand and the other hidden under his own meticulously crafted shirt sleeve.
*
The nosy student was really nosy and simply exaggerated the incident and posted it online.
The agent of a singer who just released a new album cursed angrily:
"Again! Another fucking trending search! Which bastard who forgot his mother's birth did this?!"
"Oh, it's the representative of Rilon Group. That's all right, I wish you continued popularity."
After all, the influence of the national husband is indeed not comparable to that of an ordinary small-time celebrity.
Hot search number one:
#Qindu chat records exposed [boiling]#
The entry reached the top of the list at 15:32, and in just half an hour, it received over 100,000 reposts, comments and likes.
[Rilon Group is worthy of being the leader in the electronics industry. Even the targets they choose are all human-machine level.]
[It's said that the ultimate outcome of a consortium is a powerful alliance. It's reasonable to suspect that the Rilon Group's trending searches are actually due to the announcement of its latest bionic robot in the next few days...]
[The content is too magical... I flipped back to the old videos and tried to figure out the advantages of the human-machine brother.]
Netizens love to throw cold water on others. What does someone else's choice have to do with you monsters? You're commenting on it one by one, black-bone chicken and Spanish mackerel.
Honestly, I find it a bit disgusting. The old man has bad intentions, and his words are full of seductive PUA, playing with a simple man who is not very smart and inexperienced. In the end, you will see the trending searches about the old man vomiting.
[It's clear that netizens are pure hatred. They just can't stand seeing others doing well. They keep saying things like "match or not match" and "Human Robot Brother" is pretty good. There are still such simple and innocent people in today's society. Their good fortune is also in their destiny.]
Some netizens were extremely jealous but refused to admit it. Although they did not say it explicitly, their words and sentences expressed that Liu Jingheng was of ordinary background and was not worthy of a large consortium. They insisted that Qin Du, with his status, was interested in him just for fun and would dump him when he got tired of him.
There are also some netizens who are not very good at studying, but they are the best at digging up other people's information.
Through analysis of clues, the front reported:
[You remember the photo of LJH walking a small white dog near Jinhai University that students took earlier? Now, the truth is out: this dog was auctioned at the American International Pet Expo and sold for 4.2 million RMB. I've compared the two photos repeatedly, looking at the color, eye spacing, size, and more, and I'm certain that the dog LJH was walking was the one worth 4.2 million RMB!]
I was hiking Yunyue Mountain a while ago and saw a man who looked very much like Qin Du. At the time, I thought it was just a resemblance. Can you please help me check if it's Qin Du himself? [Photo]
In the photo, Qin Du is like a diligent old ox, climbing to the top of the mountain carrying a bag of straw and waste Liu Jingheng.
[Oh my god, this is actually kind of delicious, what's going on? ? ?]
"Just tell me if this is true love. He's willing to spend money to make someone happy, and he's also willing to take time out to exercise with them. With both the money and the companionship, I really don't believe this is just a joke."
[[Hehe] I can see that netizens are just too penniless to fantasize. Anyone who knows a rich person or two wouldn't be able to write a plot like this. So I'm just waiting for the day when the Rilon Group representative marries a mediocre idiot whose parents died young. If these two can't get married in the future, I'll kick every one of these domineering, literary dream girls in the comments section today. [Happy]]
As expected, this trending search was completely washed away by the public relations department of the Rilon Group. When netizens tried to search for it again, it was gone without a trace.
But I saw everything I should see.
Mr. Qin paced back and forth holding his phone, and finally waved his hand:
"Keep buying trending searches, until Qin Du is embarrassed and speechless!"
Uncle Li: "Why don't you buy it yourself, Master? I don't dare to mess with Mr. Qin..."
Qin Chuyao, who saw the trending search: ???
No, hadn't my uncle been planning on Yunqing since the beginning? What about Liu Jingheng? Was she there to take the blame? Yes, definitely to take the blame. My uncle couldn't be so short-sighted.
Wait, Penny is worth 4.2 million? What should I do? I just kicked it away when it wasn't paying attention.
At this time, upstairs.
Liu Jingheng held the pen in her hand and practiced her small calligraphy on the paper, stroke by stroke:
What should I do if I fall in love with someone I shouldn’t?
Did he really hurt his mother?
I can't do that. No matter how my parents treat me, I still have to have basic humanity.]
When writing, Liu Jingheng's heart was always at peace, but at this moment, every stroke of the meaningful words was like a thorn, scratching her already tattered heart beyond recognition.
"Hmm~" A coquettish voice suddenly came to my ear.
Liu Jingheng hesitated for a while, then looked down. Penny had picked up a withered tuberose from somewhere and was holding it proudly in her mouth.
Liu Jingheng subconsciously stretched out her hand, and Penny loosened her mouth, and the tuberose fell into her palm.
Compared with other flowers, the fragrance of tuberose is richer and heavier, with a light milky scent in the base. It is this unique and rich fragrance that makes its flowers more powerful. Blooming in the charming night, it also has a special smell of carnal desire accompanied by spiciness.
So its flower language is: dangerous happiness.
Liu Jingheng pinched the small flower, recalling the flower language of tuberose, and Qin Du's face unconsciously appeared in her mind.
He seems cold, aloof, noble and elegant, but in fact he is harbouring dangers. Even the life defined by the world as the greatest is nothing but a passing cloud in his eyes.
Liu Jingheng changed her posture to appreciate the flowers.
Even though Qin Du is the ultimate villain in the original text, his kindness to himself is undeniable. He generously gave him clothes, pets, the scenery on the top of the mountain, and other things that represent money and time.
Liu Jingheng blinked tiredly. The more she thought about it, the more confused her mind became.
"Woof!" Penny barked, shaking her butt.
Liu Jingheng barely opened her eyes and met Penny's expectant gaze.
He sighed, got off his chair, sat on the floor, and held out his hands. Taking the hint, Penny straightened her chubby little body, raised her stubby front paws with the agility of a cartoon puppy, and high-fived Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng was amused by the naive Penny.
He picked up the puppy, kissed its wide muzzle, and was about to put it down when he noticed with his sharp eyes that the area on Penny's chest and abdomen where the fur was sparser was red, as if it had been hit by something hard, and there was a circle of barely noticeable purple bruises around it.
Liu Jingheng pulled the fur aside and examined it carefully, frowning deeply.
Is Penny injured? She looks seriously injured. Could it be internally affected? What should I do?
He stood up neatly, rarely, and jogged with Penny in his arms.
When he is confused, he seems to subconsciously look for the villain he despises the most.
As soon as I reached the door of the study, I heard the conversation between Qin Du and Qin Chuyao from inside the room.
"Now that you have graduated, you should have a clear plan for your life. I am curious about what your plans are next." Qin Du's voice sounded cold and indifferent.
"Uncle, I'm not good at studying. I want to think about my life plan slowly during my graduate studies. Please give me some time."
"Do I look like a patient person?"
As soon as these words were spoken, not only Qin Chuyao, but also Liu Jingheng who was eavesdropping behind the door broke out in a cold sweat.
Every time I hear Qin Du's rhetorical tone, I feel that this person is really difficult to approach.
It was not until Qin Chuyao promised to write a detailed plan for the next ten years within three days that Qin Du showed mercy and let him go.
Qin Chuyao was in a bad mood. When he went out and saw the idiot holding the dog, he glared at him fiercely.
Liu Jingheng: Qin Chuyao winked at me. Should I complain to Cheng Yunqing?
"Are you planning to stand guard for me tonight?" Qin Du's smiling tone interrupted his thoughts.
Liu Jingheng then remembered the important matter, carried Penny into the house, and got straight to the point:
"Look, Penny is injured. Is her internal organs damaged?"
"Am I a pet doctor?" Qin Du asked with a smile.
Liu Jingheng shook her head.
He asked again: "Can you take me to a veterinary hospital? I don't know where there is one."
"Okay." Qin Du agreed immediately.
Liu Jingheng was just about to cheer up when she was interrupted again:
"But I also have a condition. You and Chu Yao are both from the Qin family, and you are both facing life plans after graduation. What are your plans? Tell me about them."
Liu Jingheng: “…”
This question is difficult for him.
I still remember when I was a child living in an orphanage. The director, my father, taught everyone to write an essay on the theme "My Dream." The naive children argued endlessly over whether astronauts had greater social influence or doctors and teachers were the most indispensable cogs in society. It seemed that everyone had a clear plan for their future life from a young age, but only Liu Jingheng submitted a composition with only three words:
【have no idea】
For him, being alive is a great blessing from God. With his physical condition, he is unable to do most jobs in society.
Liu Jingheng had no idea how many planets there were in the universe outside the earth, and what she could teach these innocent children standing on the podium.
Liu Jingheng hugged Penny tightly in her arms and whispered:
"Can't I just be like this?"
"What do you think?" Another standard Qin Du-style rhetorical question.
Liu Jingheng fell silent. He had come to understand a little bit during his time at the Qin family. Rich people attached great importance to planning for their children's futures; it affected their entire lives.
"If there is no plan, then why not send Penny to the hospital?" he asked.
Qin Du looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and nodded.
Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time and could only follow Qin Chuyao's example:
"Can I write you a life plan within three days?"
Qin Du thought for a moment and casually picked up the car keys: "Go to the hospital."
…
The doctor gave Penny a detailed full-body examination and told Liu Jingheng not to worry, as it was just a minor skin injury. Dogs have strong self-healing abilities and it is a healthy puppy.
Liu Jingheng hugged Penny and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, one problem after another arises.
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when Liu Jingheng got home. The word "planning" was full in her mind, like two insurmountable mountains pressing down on her.
On the other side, Qin Chuyao was lying on the bed playing games, holding the controller absentmindedly, with his mobile phone next to him. The interface was still bombarded with countless text messages directed at Cheng Yunqing, but Cheng Yunqing didn't even reply to him with an emoji.
The door was suddenly pushed open. Qin Chuyao subconsciously sat up straight and saw Qin Du holding his chin high and striding towards him.
"Uncle...how..."
Before he could finish his words, Qin Du suddenly grabbed his ankle. The muscles on his shoulders hidden under his shirt were knotted into a ball, and terrifying blue veins appeared on his arms.
Qin Chuyao was completely defenseless when Qin Du dragged him off the bed by his ankle and he sat down on the ground. Just as he was about to stand up, the exquisite leather shoes pressed heavily on his ankles, and the toes rolled over them repeatedly, exerting continuous force.
"Uncle, what are you doing!" Qin Chuyao wailed in pain.
He raised his head and met Qin Du's downward gaze.
In the dark and gloomy eyes, the dark clouds on the eve of the storm kept surging and gathering.
"If you really can't control your feet, the wheelchair that Liu Jingheng doesn't need is very suitable for you." Qin Du's low voice was like thunder rolling in the vast night.
"I..." Qin Chuyao was about to open his mouth to argue, but seeing Qin Du's gaze pressing down like a dark cloud, he shut up.
That shouldn't be the case. No one should know that he kicked the puppy. Before he does something bad, he will deliberately check if there are any cameras around.
Qin Du retracted his foot and extended his index finger:
"One last time."
Looking at Qin Du's indifferent back as he left, Qin Chuyao quickly hugged his feet and rubbed them hard.
Ha, this is so weird and funny.
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At one o'clock in the morning, Liu Jingheng turned over in bed for the Nth time.
The word "planning" was about to crush him.
I'm not a very important person, why do I have to give you a life plan? Can't I just live a life of idleness and wait for death?
Unable to sleep, Liu Jingheng stared blankly and reached for her phone to watch videos.
Just like this, he really got some inspiration.
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