"Oh." Jinyu nodded, turning around and sitting down without suspecting him, but saw a photo falling on the ground, and she picked it up.
A man had his head behind his back and stretched out his arms to hug a woman. The figure of the man was very familiar. He was wearing casual clothes and his hair was standing upright.
As for that woman, her makeup was too coquettish and intense, so Jin Yu didn't recognize her for a while.
Jinqiu's fingers trembled, and she quickly reached out her hand, snatched the photo in a panic, and quickly put it in her diary.[
There was a bit of trembling hidden in his tone.
"Qiqi, um, I have to go to the flower shop for something. Just go home and have a good rest."
Then he rocked the wheelchair and hurriedly walked towards his bedroom on the first floor.
Jinyu looked at Jinqiu's back, frowned slightly, a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes, and scratched his head, what a strange sister, she had never been so calm before.
But the man and woman in that photo looked very familiar, like very familiar people, but for a while, he couldn't figure out who they were...
"Qiqi, are you back?" Jincheng walked down from upstairs, looked at Jinyu sitting in the living room, and asked casually.
"Yeah." Jin Yu nodded, his eyes changed instantly, and he looked at Jincheng: "Brother, how did you know about Fang Yiran's drug use that night?"
"I don't know who sent me a piece of information. I thought it was useless at first, but who made her offend you, so I exposed it to her."
Jin Yu covered his lips, thought quietly, and then said softly: "That's true, but who wants to torture Fang Yiran to death? Who has she offended?"
"What's wrong? Are you in trouble?" Of course Jincheng didn't know what happened in the conference room that day at E&R, so he asked casually.
Jinyu thought for a while and shook his head: "No."
Then I hurried upstairs, took a shower, looked at the time lazily, and decided to take a break and go to the studio to shoot in the afternoon.
Boqing and Jinyu have been together these past few days, and they have gotten used to it. Now she is lying alone in the bedroom where she has lived for twenty years, but she feels empty.
