After all the work is properly arranged, Yun Qiao can have her own private time.
After she got home, she first videotaped Yingying.
Yingying's body is still very stable.
"...I'm still quite busy. I probably have to go back to see you in the new year."
Yun Qiao said.
"It's called Spring Festival."
Yingying reminded her, "The ones from the old calendar year are too elegant and will be looked down upon by others.
Now that you have made a splash in the domestic entertainment industry, you may become a 'socialite', so be careful what you say."
Yun Qiao: "..."
A socialite is also a type of "celebrity", and her words and deeds will also be noticed and amplified.
So be careful what you say and do.
Yun Qiao thought it was ridiculous.
During the difficult time in China, she donated more money and materials in the name of the Medical Association than she could count.
She is just not involved in politics and has put a lot of effort into unofficial organizations.
But she wanted to prove that she was "patriotic".
No one loves this land more than she does.
If it weren't for Yingying's lack of choice in her birthplace, and her subsequent frailty and inability to live in a different place, Yunqiao's group might have transferred back a long time ago.
"I know, don't worry about me."
Yun Qiao said.
Yingying: "Ayan registered Weibo for me, and I saw the super chat between you and Cheng Yuan."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Yingying: "It's quite interesting. I never thought that one day others would describe you like this.
I have to watch it every day.”
She had a big smile on her face and seemed to be in a good mood.
If "Iceberg City Bridge" can please Yingying and make her find it fun, then Yun Qiao will no longer reject it.
Yingying has gone through so many things that it is difficult to be happy for anything external.
It's rare to see her happy.
"If you like, you can browse other information.
When you feel better again, come back and stay for a while."
Yun Qiao said.
Yingying said hello.
After hanging up the phone, Yun Qiao pondered for a moment.
She was silently dazed, but her cell phone rang.
Qu Yanbei called her.
Yun Qiao answered and heard him say on the phone: "Do you want to play ball?"
"Play ball?"
Qu Yanbei: "Look towards the balcony."
Yun Qiao: "?"
When she walked to the balcony, she saw the basketball court directly opposite downstairs. Someone was holding a ball and looked up in her direction.
Yun Qiao: "..."
On the phone, there was still a slightly warm voice, "Would you like to come down and play ball?"
Yun Qiao: "Wait a moment."
She changed into sneakers and sportswear.
The weather at the end of September was a bit cool at night, so Yun Qiao changed into a long-sleeved sweater.
There was no one on the basketball court, just the two of them.
Yun Qiao put her cell phone and water on the bench next to her and ran under the basketball stand. Qu Yanbei threw the basketball to her from a distance.
She turned around for a layup and threw the basketball in.
Qu Yanbei retrieved the ball.
"Why do you suddenly want to play ball?"
Yun Qiao asked.
Qu Yanbei tried to shoot: "It's a bit boring to be alone after exercise."
The two of them were in pretty good physical condition, so they played a ball under the basketball hoop to maintain moderate-intensity exercise and chatted.
"...The people from the police station later asked me to cooperate with the investigation. I said that I was knocked unconscious and didn't know anything."
Qu Yanbei mentioned the last car accident.
Yun Qiao: "It's not over yet?"
Qu Yanbei: "It's mainly the surveillance video.
They saw it at the time, but then the video turned into snowflakes for no apparent reason, and the signal seemed to be interfered with."
Yun Qiao: "..."
"Did you do it?"
Qu Yanbei asked.
Yun Qiao: "My son returned to China and he did it."
The basketball in Qu Yanbei's hand was thrown in, then landed with a thud.
He was slightly surprised: "Biological?"
"No, he is a leopard spirit."
Yun Qiao said.
Qu Yanbei: "..."
The two of them played basketball for a long time. Because the range of motion was not large and it was cool at night, they did not sweat.
An hour passed. Qu Yanbei was a human being after all. He felt tired and asked to take a rest.
"...Is the cat demon at home?"
He seemed to be joking, but also seemed to be very curious.
"Jiajia is at home."
Yun Qiao said.
Yunjia has her own villa.
When Yun Qiao was away, she lived in the villa; when Yun Qiao came back, she stayed with Yun Qiao.