The man with ID Ning Caichen...

Was she from the same school?

Suddenly learning the unexpected news, Qin Yiren thought for a moment, trying to find out other clues through the information at hand.

The words celebrating the tenth anniversary are written everywhere on the game, which just proves that the public beta of this game has been ten years since it was publicly beta.

From this we judge that it is more likely that "Ning Caichen" is her college alumnus and is unlikely to be a high school classmate, but it is also impossible to rule out the situation of falling in love in high school.

Thinking of this, Qin Yiren continued to type in the game chat box, quietly placing the other party's words: [In college, it is inevitable to break up after graduation.]

The romantic little husband: [Ahhh, I have broken up a few pairs around me, but my wife and I have achieved success.]

Sure enough, 'Ning Caichen' was really her college classmate.

Qin Yiren frowned slightly and hesitated to reply again: [It is really fate that we can chat again after five years. Should we organize our friends to try an offline party?]

Romantic little husband: [Okay, I happened to plan this way. Now I have contacted friends from the past seven guilds. Do you remember Luoye? He was so skilled in playing assassin. I heard that he became a father the year before.]

No wonder he took the initiative to say hello to her, and it turned out that he had planned to meet offline.

[Yeah, I have a vague impression, so I have to congratulate him.]

With a perfunctory answer, Qin Yiren continued to type: [Has the place of the party been decided?]

The romantic little husband: [It's good to be in Jianghai. I remember that you and Ning Caichen are both from Jianghai. It should be very convenient, right?]

Romantic little husband: [The specific location has not been decided yet. Old friends are online from time to time in the past two days. Our AA party needs to be solicited for everyone's opinions, and finally we vote.]

Qin Yiren pursed her lips a little nervously, and tapped the screen with her slender fingertips.

[I have no objection, can I add my WeChat? Just when is ready and when is notified.]

Romantic little husband: [No problem, that... do you want to see Ning Caichen? I heard that he seemed to have logged in for a short time last night and was about to leave him a message for a party.]

Qin Yiren held her breath, and a sharp black and white eyes flashed with determination: [If he could come, of course it would be a good thing.]

Romantic little husband: [It's okay to say that. I'll leave a message to Ning Caichen. We may find a health club at that time.]

[Sounds good, looking forward to ing…]

Putting down your phone, Qin Yiren opened the chat software and added a strange account.

Changed the name of the note to the romantic little husband, she sent a package to greet her, and poked it open to look at the other party's circle of friends. The most recent one was the newlywed photos three months ago.

After sending a red envelope to congratulate him, Qin Yiren lowered her eyes and lay softly on the bed.

If she was really Huang Qian, she would definitely feel very emotional when she saw her former game friend again after five years.

However, at this moment, her mood was only anxiety and uneasiness.

The only thing that is thankful is that these game friends are all online contact.

Moreover, after five years, she could say that she couldn't remember some things. I guess no one could see that she was no longer the Huang Qian she used to be, and could find out some news.

The point is Ning Caichen.

If they are really an alumni of Medical University and become lovers in the game, others think they may get married in reality...

These details are combined to show that Ning Caichen is quite familiar with Huang Qian.

What I know about is that a close friend like Yan Xiaye who never knew, may be an opportunity for her to restore her memory.

“Restore memory…”

Repeating these four words murmuringly, Qin Yiren closed her eyes, got up and took out the hidden diary, and wrote beautifully about her current chaotic mood.

As long as you think of your past memories, you can find Xia Ye’s baby, which is what she must do.

But when she really had Huang Qian’s memory...

How should Qin Yiren and Huang Qian distinguish between each other? Or does it not need to distinguish between them at all?

Sighing heavily, Qin Yiren closed the notebook and played with the pink neutral pen.

It is difficult for her to describe her entangled mood.

In fact, as long as you are not someone who has had the same experience of amnesia with her, you probably will never understand her confusion and helplessness.

Just as Qin Yiren was so confused that her phone rang out.

She trembled slightly, guessing whether it was a message sent by "Ning Caichen". She picked up her phone with a dazed look on her face.

Romantic little husband: [Thank you for your red envelope, but I can’t accept it. Are the party dates set on the 19th and 20th? It just happened to be three days off in Mid-Autumn Festival. I went back to spend time with my family on the Mid-Autumn Festival.]

[Of course, I'm looking forward to it.]

It was hard to tell whether it was disappointment or relaxation. After Qin Yiren replied to the news, she stood up to wash and change clothes. When she went downstairs, she happened to meet Chu Qianqian who was about to set off.

"Sister-in-law, did you sleep well last night?"

Seeing that Qin Yiren's face was still a little ugly, Chu Qianqian touched her forehead worriedly: "My brother is really, I know you are not feeling well, but I still think about working all day long."

Qin Yiren smiled, "It's not his fault. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have to be so busy at all."

"Okay, just don't blame him."

Chu Qianqian smiled playfully and played with the car keys in her hand: "Sister Xia Ye just sent me a message. She has chosen a seat to observe secretly. Let's go now."

Qin Yiren nodded, looked back at the quiet guest room, thinking about finding an opportunity to thank Bo Jingxing, and followed Chu Qianqian to leave the villa.

...

8:45 am.

Qin Yiren wore a mask and sunglasses, and walked into the dessert house first as if nothing had happened.

She chose a seat with a wide view and sat there. She casually ordered strawberry cakes and quietly observed her eyes behind her sunglasses. She first saw Yan Xiaye disguised herself, and then saw the baseball cap next to the window.

Choosing to meet here seems to be just a girl’s preference, but in fact the three of them have carefully planned it.

This dessert house is very popular in Jianghai, and the desserts are also relatively expensive. In addition to couples, there are only girls who come here on weekdays, and the existence of the baseball cap is very abrupt.

In this way, even if he finds someone secretly looking at him, he won't find it particularly weird.

Soon, Chu Qianqian maintained her beautiful and noble image and made a glittering appearance.

Sitting openly across the cap, she raised her chin and asked, "Have you brought the check?"

The cap stirred coffee, "Where is your transfer contract?"

"Here." Slapping the documents I carried with me on the table, Chu Qianqian said indifferently: "Hurry up, I have something else to do."

Such an arrogant and arrogant attitude does not make people suspicious at all.

The baseball cap hummed with a heavy expression, took out a signed check from his pocket, and slowly pushed it in front of Chu Qianqian.

This person's facial features are not very distinctive, and he has a face that makes people forget it. It is indeed very suitable for Yan Shuirou's dog legs.

"I'll take a look..."

Chu Qianqian picked up the check, counted the zeros carefully, and focused her eyes on the name of the check.

The other party’s name is not Yan Shuirou or Yan Rou, but a company signed by Yiqing Finance.

He frowned slightly, and Chu Qianqian said suspiciously: "Company's check? Do you plan to buy this cemetery and put it up, and sell it for a higher price in a few years?"

The corners of the lips of the baseball cap were twitched and said with a bad expression: "Miss, you have earned 1.14 million yuan, don't ask anything else, right?"

"That's hard to say."

Chu Qianqian threw the check on the table and said thoughtfully: "Since your company is willing to spend 4 million to buy it, maybe there is something hidden in it that I don't know. This cemetery is higher than 4 million.

What is the value? Nearby, it needs to be demolished or something?"

The cape stared at her with a blue-white face, "This cemetery is just very feng shui. Even if it is really demolished, it will not be turned into the city center. You can sign the document quickly and we will clear the two of you."

Chu Qianqian thought about it without comment and asked with a smile: "If I add another price, will your company agree?"

The baseball cap on the table was clenched into a fist, and I really wanted to scold people.

Seeing Chu Qianqian eager to try, he had to leak some news that shouldn't have been leaked: "I'll tell you the truth, four million is the highest price, and this cemetery will never appreciate to this level within decades!"

"Really? Your company will not do a loss-making business, right?"

While talking, Chu Qianqian took out her cell phone and checked the financial institution. She read it with great interest: "Look at the introduction of your company, antique appreciation, and small auctions, they all rely on low buying and selling to do business.

Well."

The cap choked and wanted to swallow the cute girl in front of her.

His eyes fell on the documents at Chu Qianqian's hand, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This time it's different. My company is just making an agency fee. The cemetery itself has no such value. What's expensive is that the buyer is willing to pay a high price."

Chu Qianqian was excited in her heart, pretending to be ignorant on the surface: "Why?"

"Of course it's because this cemetery has special significance to buyers!"

For fear that Chu Qianqian would really raise the price temporarily, she warned with a bitter voice: "But there is a limit to the special significance, and you cannot allow a lion to extort!"

"Okay OK."

Chu Qianqian pouted boredly, and then she was a little curious: "The last question is, why do the buyer like this cemetery? Although the feng shui is good, don't you say that the cemetery that has been buried is unlucky?"

As she spoke, she opened the document and made a gesture to write down the most important signature.

The cap was in a tense mood, staring at her pen tip with both eyes, and replied casually: "Then I don't know, and the buyer can't tell me everything."
Chapter completed!