"Brother, Qinghu did something wrong, why did you perform a light show every night??"

"You have lived next to it for seven or eight years, right? Is it a little late to think that its black and dirty virtue is annoying?"

"There is another thing, brother, I'll just ask, are you paying the electricity bill for Qinghu in my hotel? "

Behind the window, Jing Zeheng looked at Chen Fanyin, whose light reflected in his eyes, and his lips raised slightly.

"It's dark until twelve o'clock every night, and the bill will be settled at the end of the month," he said. "Next month you can save a game and call all the people you can."

"Uh, what theme?" Qi Yan was a little confused. Jing Zeheng had never liked social engagements. What was he going to do if he suddenly made him accumulate a game?

Jing Zeheng originally wanted to say "you can", but when he thought of Qi Yan's virtue, he changed his words: "A charitable, serious, put away your personal hobbies."

He had reason to believe that if he didn't specifically explain, Qi Yan would definitely be able to have a banquet of eighteen forbidden without any effort.

"Okay, I remember." Qi Yan responded.

"Um."

When he hung up the phone, he saw the child standing there, holding his cell phone and frowning.

He looked particularly familiar with that old phone.

His heartbeat was a little faster, and he returned to the bed and took out a cell phone from the drawer containing her photos.

After the computer was turned on, there was no new news.

Since five years ago, the phone has never received any new news.

He held his cell phone and returned to the window. He saw Chen Fanyin rub his hair irritably, stomped his feet like a little collapse, and turned back to the bedroom.

“…”

The phone in the palm of your hand is still quiet.

After thinking for a while, he began to edit the message.

Chen Fanyin just put the phone back into the iron box when its screen suddenly lit up.

She was shocked, and fine beads of sweat quickly poured out of her palm.

Over the years, his message has not been interrupted. Although he has not been so diligent, he will definitely send her a message on holidays or when the weather changes suddenly.

But today is not the New Year or the Festival, and there is no wind or snow. What can he do?

Her hands were trembling, and she pursed her lips tightly and clicked on the message.

"Kid, do me a favor."

Kid, do me a favor.

The simple six words completely overlap with memory.

Her breathing was a little rapid and her chest was swaying sharply.

Jing Zeheng admitted that he was betting that his children would not forget him.

He stared at his phone tightly, and was so nervous that he drank the red wine at his hand.

Sweat fell on his forehead, and for the first time he was so nervous that he lost his composure and even had dry mouth.

"bite."

I don't know how long it took, but my phone rang.

He stared at the new message to remind him, his heart beating violently and quickly.

What would she say? Will she draw a line with herself? Or would she forget her existence at all?

He could clearly know what she replied by clicking on the message, but he didn't dare to click on it immediately.

After taking several deep breaths, he finally clicked on the message.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at these three words, he smiled.

He sighed and lying on the bed with a loud laugh.

Chen Fanyin stared at the phone in the iron box and covered her face in annoyance.

How could she return to him?

She is no longer Nie Fanyin, and she doesn't want to mention that unbearable past to look back on in front of anyone.

Especially him.

She took a deep breath and was about to turn off her phone when new news came.

With a trembling hand, the message was opened.

"There will be a charity auction in Ancheng next month. I am now abroad and I want to donate something. Can you go there for me? I have someone to express the invitation and the items to you."

Chen Fanyin was stunned.

Is it just going to auction for him?

That's nothing wrong, or she can let Mu Mu go for her.

When faced with him, she always didn't know how to refuse.

She breathed a sigh of relief, replied "Okay", and left the address of the Su family company.

"Okay, thank you, kid, go to bed early, good night."

"Good evening."

Holding the phone, Chen Fanyin made a secret decision—

The last time, this is the last time I have contacted him!

She hurriedly put her phone back into the iron box and locked it, and even forgot to turn it off.

Then she plunged into the quilt, tightened the quilt, and forced herself to stop thinking about him.

But next door to her, Jing Zeheng sat up from the bed.

He went out quietly and went to the study to start flipping through things.

The excuse was found temporarily, mainly because he was worried that the child would not cooperate with him to go to Qi Yan's charity banquet next month.

The problem now is that he has to find something of the right value for her to donate for him.

The vase is too big and difficult to take, so exclude it;

The same applies to oil painting, exclude;

The incense burner was taken by his father. If there are traces, the identity will be exposed and excluded;

That pile of top gems of various colors... he was prepared to give to her and could not be donated.

The lights in the study room were on all night.

The next day, when Uncle Wang came to ask Jing Zeheng for breakfast, he asked in surprise: "Young Master, is this... a thief?"

Jing Zeheng's always clean and tidy study room was chaotic, with all kinds of antiques and treasures everywhere, and Uncle Wang couldn't find a place to stay for a while.

Jing Zeheng frowned and stood up, shook his head: "No, find something."

Uncle Wang: "...I'll help you find it?"

"No need," Jing Zeheng shook his head, kicked a red sandalwood paperweight and stepped out, "Has Fanyin's studio been sorted out?"

He pressed his eyebrows with a headache and searched for a night, but there was nothing that could be used. He planned to go to Qi Yan's place to take a look later.

Now he looked at the rags in the land, just wanted to scold them for being unscrupulous.

Uncle Wang's mouth twitched and replied: "I'm packing up, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Has she woke up?"

"Awakened."

"Then, have a meal."

She woke up, so he naturally couldn't go to her studio to check it out.

But he said in advance: "I'll come back to have lunch."

Uncle Wang was confused: "???"

He really wanted to know what made the young master so home-loving!

Jing Zeheng took a shower, took off his fatigue and went downstairs. Then he saw Chen Fanyin sitting obediently at the dining table, holding a tablet computer in his hand, without moving his chopsticks.

She was wearing a furry home clothes, her thick long hair tied up a bun, her white and tender face was not covered with powder, and her soft and obedient appearance was so good.

He subconsciously sorted out his tie, went to the dining table to sit down, and asked her, "Why don't you eat?"

"Waiting for you." Chen Fanyin raised his head and answered as expected.

Waiting for the owner to have a meal together isn’t this the polite thing he should be?

Jing Zeheng smiled, reached out to rub her head and said, "I'll eat it first next time, there are not so many rules."

"good."

She still answered with ease, and it may not be possible whether she will obey and do what she should do.

Look, for example, now, she has also waited for Jing Zeheng to pick up the coffee cup before she can pick up the milk cup.

Jing Zeheng put down the coffee cup and said to her: "If you want to go out, please let Uncle Wang prepare a car for you. It's snowing today, so wear more clothes when you go out."

"Okay, thank you brother."

Jing Zeheng left after breakfast. Uncle Wang smiled and said to Chen Fanyin: "Miss, your studio has been sorted out. I'll take you there?"

"Okay, thank you Uncle Wang, thank you for your hard work."
Chapter completed!