Yincheng has brushed away the Xiaoqiu, and ushered in the slightly cold early winter. The withered leaves were scattered on the ground, blown by the wind, carrying a cool feeling.

When the bell rang for the last class, a hazy mist covered the transparent glass windows of the classroom.

In the huge lecture hall, the noise was mixed with people packing things, and there was a chaotic scene everywhere.

This evening class at Peking University was arranged at an unreasonable time, and it happened to be stuck at the time when everyone was eating. Autumn is now turning into winter, and it gets dark quickly. The school has a long history, and there is no air conditioning, let alone heating.

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Roommate Pei Ying had been complaining just now, and she only joined in after class.

"Zhizhi, would you like to go have dinner together later? Canteen or takeout?"

"I won't be able to do it today. I probably won't be in school during the two days of the weekend starting tomorrow." Qian Zhi's voice was very pleasant, with a bit of an alluring sweetness.

When Pei Ying heard this, she suddenly touched her forehead with the back of her hand. She understood something in her heart. She took Qian Zhi's words and said directly, "Blame me. I forgot about you going home. I didn't remember."

If it’s wrong, you have to go home every other week, right?”

Qian Zhi nodded, "That's right, but Xiao Pei, what kind of memory do you have? You have to ask me again every time."

Pei Ying neatly cleared the table, then gently patted Qian Zhi's shoulder with her hand, "Goldfish remember it."

Qian Zhi is a native of Yincheng, and her family must always talk about her. She has to go home for a weekend every two weeks. No matter it is windy or rainy, it will not matter.

Even Pei Ying, a person who prides herself on loving her family, can't compare to the person in front of her.

After all, they are all third-year college students. Everyone is busy and anxious about their future and prospects, and there is not much time to spare. Only Qian Zhi's life has become that special touch where everyone is awake and I am drunk alone.

Pei Ying laughed twice, picked up her bag and turned around to leave. She didn't forget to look back at Qian Zhi, "Actually, I'm also very busy. I'm going to the library to live in peace. You go home and pay attention to safety. I'll be back on Sunday night."

Remember to say it in the dormitory group."

Qian Zhi said goodbye and saw Pei Ying's back disappearing into the foyer under the steps, then she looked away and stood up.

She was half-bent, looking past the glass window and looking up at the sky outside the window. There was water vapor adhering to the window surface, making it vague and unclear, but the blurred night was a bit darker.

Qian Zhi didn't bring anything else, so she just carried a bright yellow large cross-body bag and hailed a taxi directly at the school gate.

Now when she goes to Qin's house, she won't specifically notify the driver to pick her up. She deliberately lets go and doesn't like having to have someone pick her up after two trips back and forth.

The taxi was stuck in the city for a while, and then drove towards the south of the city. The car followed the coastal road, turned a few corners, and stopped in front of a slightly dim courtyard.

There was no one on the roadside, only two pale lamps were lit alone, illuminating the small circle of road around them, echoing the scene of this winter night.

Qian Zhi paid the money, opened the courtyard door and walked in. The place became brighter now.

But what was expected was that Qianjia's foreign-style building was still dark.

Qian Zhi is an only child. In the early years, Qian's parents were busy managing the newly integrated industries of the group and did not go home much, so they had to leave Qian Zhi to her grandparents who lived in a small town.

When she was older, she was taken back to the hospital, but in fact nothing changed. Qianfu and Qianmu were still very busy and sent her back every now and then.

Going back and forth like this is even more troublesome.

The few people who live in the compound are all rich or noble, and they all have contacts in the shopping mall, let alone friendship.

At that time, several adults hit it off immediately, so they let little Qianzhi take turns to live with them. There were children of appropriate age at home, and they played and went to school together, which was quite harmonious.

But as time goes by, this method doesn't work. Qianzhi is a girl and has grown up. The demon kings who are dancing around in the compound just like this little sister and want to invite her to play.

You also have to avoid suspicion.

Later, only the Qin family in the courtyard got a girl. When Qian's father and mother were busy, they simply entrusted Qian Zhi to the Qin family.

As they grew older, the boys in the courtyard went abroad one after another to take over the family business. They were all four or five years older than Qian Zhi, so they gradually lost contact with her.

It became a common habit for Qianzhi to stay at the Qin family. This habit lasted until she went to college.

As long as her father and mother do not come back, the only home she can return to is the Qin family.

After Qian Zhi's eyes returned from her home, she fell into another small foreign-style building close to Qian's house. Although it was hidden in the night, there was a slight dim light and shadow.

She felt curious and looked sideways at the Song family courtyard. What was different from when she came back before was——

The pear red solid door of the Song family was not closed tightly. It was slightly open at this moment, and the light leaking out stretched a long line on the ground, extending directly to her feet.

Qian Zhi paused for a moment, and before she even took a second look, the door of Qin's house on the side was pushed open, and then, the face of a graceful and luxurious woman was revealed.

Qianzhi turned around when she heard the sound of the door opening, and their eyes met in the air.

It was Qin's mother who smiled first and waved to Qian Zhi warmly, "Zhi Zhi is finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Come in quickly. The dishes will be cold soon."

Qian Zhi's thoughts instantly came back to her, and she quickly walked over.

Qin's father is still not at home this week, and the only people left in Qin's house are women.

Qin’s mother, the aunt who cooks, and Qin Jin.

Qin Jin took his mobile phone and walked downstairs slowly. He looked up at Qian Zhi with the same disdain in his eyes.

But when Qin Jin's eyes fell on the bag Qian Zhi put aside, his facial expression became even weirder.

The two of them never dealt with each other, and Qian Zhi didn't bother to pay attention to her. She had no obligation, and no need, to respond to Qin Jin's cold face. Qin Jin, on the other hand, always had to provoke her secretly.

However, her provocations were always illegal, so Qian Zhi didn't take it to heart at all.

At the dinner table, Qin's mother asked her about her studies and future plans as usual, and Qian Zhi told her everything, going back and forth a few words, and read from the template as if she had rehearsed it in advance.

Then there was silence, and all three of them were silent. There was only the sound of bowls and spoons stumbling against each other.

Qin Jin was not in the mood to eat. She had been holding back her breath from the beginning and wanted to show it to Qian Zhi. However, the other party refused to answer her question. Qin Jin felt like she had punched the cotton with her fist, feeling extremely powerless.

The person who made her powerless was lowering her head and narrowing her eyes. Her slender swan neck drew a superior arc, and her skin was as white as porcelain, as if it had been covered with a layer of fine glaze.

The ceiling lamp on the dining table casts a warm light on Qian Zhi's little face, and the shadow of her crow-colored eyelashes spread down, like a multi-shaft small fan, dark, thick, and curled.

Qianzhi has been beautiful since she was a child. That kind of beauty is almost engraved in her bones. She can't hide it, and it will be revealed inadvertently.

When she was a child, before she grew up to be as charming as she is now, she had won the favor of many people.

At that time, there were several outstanding young men who were in their adolescence, and they always hated dealing with girls, but they preferred to tease Qian Zhi.

Those who didn’t know it thought it was a treasure held in the palm of their hand.

The reluctance I felt when I was a child is so painful to think about now.

A flash of light suddenly flashed across his mind, so fast that Qin Jin could hardly catch it.

She pondered for a moment, then said to Qin's mother unintentionally, "Hey mom... I heard that Brother Qi Shen has been back for a long time. Do you want to have dinner together later?"

Mother Qin's soft smile was suppressed again before she could pull it away. She first glanced at Qian Zhi beside her and said softly, "You can probably do something as simple as eating, just wait.

Yes, but Qi Shen came back without telling anyone, it was quite sudden."

Qin Jin responded casually, but his eyes were locked on Qian Zhi's eyes, and he said in surprise, "Is this so... It turns out that no one has told anyone..."

Her tone was deliberately paused, and the ending tone was elongated, with meaning.

In fact, not only Qin Jin, Qian Zhi herself was also surprised.

No one told anyone?

Qin Jin had been observing Qian Zhi's face, and when he saw that she also looked confused as if she didn't know anything about it, he immediately felt that both Ren and Du's veins had been opened, and his breath was particularly smooth.

Qianzhi was still meditating in self-doubt, when she heard Qin Jin's sneer voice, as if he wanted to win the approval of others, with a resonance-like emotion.

"Well, no one can even find Brother Qi Shen's WeChat account. It's mysterious and there is no contact number. He suddenly came back from abroad like this, so he must have his own plans."

After hearing these words, Qianzhi was looking at her cell phone. She flipped through it and looked down.

In WeChat and in the phone’s address book, there is something lying quietly——

There is a contact signed by [q].

The Jinding Suite in Yincheng is full of entertainment and entertainment, and is full of people who are intoxicated with life and money.

On the soft black leather sofa, sitting in the chair was an outstanding young man with a cold white complexion, and his outline was cut into sharp edges by the blurry and dim light. He leaned on the sofa sparsely, his clear fingertips falling freely.

Not long after Song Qishen returned to China, his old friends started to leave in droves, and there were so many good plans everywhere that they couldn't even get together.

Lin Yanzhi hugged him, seeing him alone there with the old god, he felt uncomfortable for no reason, and directly said dissatisfied, "This is really not interesting for you. You didn't get to enjoy and squander with us when you went abroad.

, now that you have returned to China, you still have to act like a young master and put on a cold face?"

Song Qishen lowered his eyes when he heard this. His peach blossom eyes were burning, but they were not flirtatious. The ends of his eyes were elongated, lifted up and then slightly pinched.

It seemed that Lin Yanzhi's words reminded him.

Song Qishen didn't even raise his head, "I'm leaving first."

As soon as his voice fell, he straightened up and raised his hand to slowly arrange his cufflinks.

Lin Yanzhi was so shocked that he dropped the cigarette in his mouth. He raised his head and looked at the big screen in the box. The virtual clock on the electronic screen pointed at the time at this moment -

It's only half past seven in the evening, that's all.

For sensual places, this point is just a warm-up before starting.

Not caring about the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Lin Yanzhi pushed the two hot girls away, took a glass of wine, and sat down directly on the side of the sofa.

"It's only what time, you really want to leave, and there are still people who haven't come, and they haven't gathered together. You are so uninterested."

Song Qishen didn't respond, just glanced at him lightly.

Lin Yanzhi took a deep drag on his cigarette, "I don't know, I would think that you are running to the gentle country somewhere. Aren't you busy with everything, who are you going to see now?"

To be honest, even the so-called small gathering in the private room took Lin Yanzhi's great efforts to invite this Buddha to sit there.

However, this Buddha strictly kept his promise and really just came to "sit and sit".

There is no ambiguity or muddling through.

Song Qishen adjusted his cufflinks, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then put his slender jade-like hands on his tie and pulled it slightly, then he came over and looked at him.

"Who to meet?"

Lin Yanzhi was fearless and rolled his eyes at him, "Just pretend to be your mother. I'm not deaf. I don't need you to repeat like a repeater."

Song Qishen turned a deaf ear. Under the dim light of the private room, he could only draw a few lines on his eyebrows, and then he easily sketched out an ink painting of distant mountains.

The next second, he slowly spoke out——
Chapter completed!