The day passed quickly, and colleagues left after get off work one after another. Qiu Yinong sat in his seat and checked the map with his mobile phone and drove to the time house in the anonymous email.

Time House is a book bar, located on an ancient street in the west of the city, and is remote. Qiu Yinong parked his car far away and searched along the street for a while before finding it.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, almost no guests would come in to read books. Only in the corner were young couples hugging each other and reading a collection of poems by Haizi. Walking in the empty book bar with a strong autumn atmosphere, smelling the strong aroma of coffee, I went down to the second floor under the guidance of the waiter.

Two bearded bodyguards stood at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, stopped the waiter and said to Qiu Yinong: "Miss Qiu, sir is waiting for you inside."

There was a mature and steady figure sitting sideways in the corner, with a handsome sword eyebrows and black eyes that contained the brilliance of the sharp light. The tall but not rough figure was wearing a black British casual outfit. The simple movement of raising the arm to drink coffee was exuding a lofty and deserted aura.

This scene seems familiar.

Qiu Yi Dan's heart tightened and he couldn't lift his foot.

"Still, come, sit." A mature voice sounded in the quiet space. The handsome face of the man turned around was illuminated by the light, but his eyes were very calm and clear, like a searchlight.

This overlaps with the past memory. Qiu Yinong looked at the light and shadow in front of him and stood there for a while before walking over. He slowly sat down on the sofa opposite him, and asked calmly: "Did you send that email?"

The man looked at her gentle and cold face and nodded: "You sisters are in trouble. I just heard about it in France and I will make an appointment to meet you soon."

The waiter brought coffee up, and when he arrived at the stairs, he was pulled down by the bodyguard. The bodyguard immediately brought it over and placed it in front of Qiu Yinong.

She lowered her eyes, smelled the mellow aroma of coffee, and said politely and distantly: "I will deal with this."

"Qiuhua has been missing for nearly half a month. I heard that you have married the most powerful man in Qingcheng. Why can't he help you find Qiuhua? If he can't, he is not qualified to be your man and he is not qualified to marry you."

Hearing this, Qiu Yinang frowned in disgust: "This is my business, you don't have to worry about it."

"Thick." The man's eyes had a cramped momentum, "If your mother knew that Qiu Hua was lost, she would be so sad. You have never thought about it..."

"Whether my mother is sad or not seems to have nothing to do with you, Mr. Sheng." Qiu Yinan interrupted with a cold smile, his voice as cold as if it was soaked in ice water.

The man's hand holding the cane tightened, and Qiu Yinong then noticed that he had always held a silver metal cane in his hand. It was not like that when she saw him many years ago. At that time, he was full of energy and his every move exuded a powerful aura that looked down on everything. It was not like he is much more restrained now, like aged wine, exuding a mature and steady charm.

His eyes stopped on the cane for a moment, Qiu Yinong had already stood up, and his mellow voice sounded again: "Since you are here, it means you have no way to find Qiu Hua at the moment. I think you need my help."

"Thank you, no need." She said in a low tone, and walked towards the stairs. The man on the sofa behind her did not speak again.

As I went down the stairs, Qiu Yi Dan's figure gradually disappeared from the entrance of the solid wood stairs.

The bodyguards who had been observing the window in the corner of the second floor walked forward, and there was a hint of nervousness in their voice: "Sir, there are many reporters downstairs."

The man stood up from the sofa, and the crutches knocked on the wooden floor, and looked down from the window, and there was a large group of reporters surrounded by black reporters.

Another bodyguard seemed to have been prepared and said seriously and calmly: "Sir, there is a hidden staircase behind the second floor that can be taken down from there."

The book bar on the first floor is very quiet, and the aroma of books and coffee is floating in the air just like when I came. I believe that the daytime here should be a place that attracts book lovers to linger. The curtains are pulled behind the glass door, and the street scenes are not visible outside. When the autumn is strong, the door is opened suddenly and the crowds are rushing, and countless flashes are flashing.

The lights are too many and too strong. She reflexes her face and can't help but think of the American zombie film "The Walking Dead". The scenes are similar. Often, the zombies are hidden behind the quiet door, and they are pushed open inadvertently. They all have hideous faces and terrifying teeth. As long as you don't flash, you will pounce on them and bite your flesh.

The sound was noisy and noisy, and the reporters were all excited. Recently, various news about Qiu Yinan has exploded on major social platforms on the Internet. The Jinzun Building and the Shengshi Dynasty Building were ordered to be blocked by Ning Juexi. No reporters are allowed to approach, otherwise the unlucky one is their newspapers and magazines. They can only find another way. They finally got the news today, so how could they miss it?

"Miss Qiu, you have a tryst with a strange man here, does Mr. Ning know?"

"You come from a mentally ill family and you haven't remarried for a long time. Is it because the Ning family does not accept a woman like you? So you have to find another spare tire to find a way out for yourself?"

Throw in sharp questions.

Qiu Yinong was surrounded by reporters and couldn't move forward. Behind her was the closed glass door. She was blocked by several reporters with sensible eyes and quick actions. They vowed to reveal the news today.

"Miss Qiu, we just took the camera to take pictures of the second floor. The man in the window seemed to be a mature old man. Is he a married man? How long have you known each other?"

"Miss Qiu, your reputation has always been bad. It is well-known secret that you like to hook up with rich men. Is Mr. Ning unable to bear the chaos in your private life? He has broken up with you. You just haven't announced it to the public. Is that true?"

He was forced to pour countless unpleasant speculations into his ears. Qiu Yinong did not respond as before, and could not move at the same time.

The reporters would not restrain themselves because of her silence, but would only think that they were right and that she was speechless.

It was on the street, with a lot of people coming and going. Some citizens didn't know what happened, so they surrounded them and watched, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"Miss Qiu, does Mr. Ning want you? Which man dares to ask for a woman with the genetic gene for mental illness? Maybe one day you will become mentally retarded, or become a crazy woman like your sister. Wouldn't Mr. Ning take care of you as both a husband and a father?"

A mentally retarded... a crazy woman...

Qiu Yi's heart seemed to be poked violently, and suddenly raised his face, looking at the reporter asking the question with a cold look: "Do you have become a crazy woman?" Her face was not bloody, and her voice was as cold as an ice skate: "In this harmonious society, the most important thing to do is to care about the vulnerable groups and give them corresponding dignity, rather than insulting and ridicule them with vicious words. While insulting and ridicule others, you are also insulting and laughing at yourself."

The correct rebuttal did not work. When the reporters saw that she finally spoke, they pushed the microphone in front of her even more crazily: "Does Miss Qiu admit that you may be crazy one day in the future? Will you drag down Mr. Ning? Or do you do the aftermath before you are crazy, enter the mental hospital in advance, and retain some dignity for yourself?"

Qiu Yinong couldn't get out of her. She seemed to be pushed to the high judgment table with her hands ruthlessly. Countless voices were criticizing and judging her. They asked her to bow her head. They used mocking, contempt, disdain, and high-ranking tone to try to make her bow her head and confess her guilt.

She doesn't!

Even if everyone came to press her head down, she still wanted to raise her head high. She wanted them to know that they would never crush her consciousness. She wanted them to see that the dirty water in this world is not just poured as much as they want. Even if they poured it countless times, she still stood here still as motionless as a mountain.

A reporter with a braided braid was reluctant to give in and continued to squeeze the microphone: "Ms. Qiu, what is the identity of the old man who hid upstairs with you just now? Are you more status and richer than Mr. Ning? You are not having a tryst here, are you a book friend who likes the same book? Or are you squeezing behind a book like those couples... Is it a love-hearted me?"

The reporters at the scene burst into laughter with malicious intentions.

The reporter with a braid asked even more proudly and sharply: "Miss Qiu, have you become a mistress again?"

The word "again" made reporters laugh again.

Qiu Yinong clenched his fists silently, closed his lips and said nothing. At this moment, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open by several bodyguards. The reporter blocked the door was caught off guard and was pushed away. Several bodyguards pushed away the reporters on both sides in a flash, and quickly rescued Qiu Yinong from the reporter's encirclement.

Seeing Qiu Yinan was about to retreat, the reporters naturally stopped doing it. Such a rare opportunity was that after this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they might not be able to come back. They rushed into the door with long spears and cannons.

The scene was chaotic and noisy. Some people were squeezed and fell down, some were smashed by the camera and hugged their heads and shouted. More reporters couldn't care about so much and asked questions quickly.

No matter how good the bodyguards are, they can't stand it even if they come around. They are blocked just one step away from the glass door.

At the stalemate, several bodyguards suddenly rushed out from behind the door and dispersed the reporters in one go. Qiu Yinong was safely pushed into the door by the bodyguards, and the reporters were blocked outside the door like a tide. Qiu Yinong looked at the faces that wanted to squeeze in desperately without saying a word, and inexplicably remembered the terrifying group of zombies that were terrifying.

In fact, the more you watch that American drama, the more you will find that zombies are not scary, what is scary is the heart of the people. In order to survive and live a life of silence, some people abandon etiquette, righteousness, integrity, and shame, some people are cold-blooded and cruel, and even accompany them to promote the zombie group in order to protect themselves.

This is the dark side of society. There is always a small group of people who use their own views to extreme measure others and make others follow their standards. It is ridiculous.

Qiu Yi's lips curled up with a cool mockery. The man at the stairs next to him saw clearly. He walked up to him and signaled the bodyguard to close the door, and then said to her: "Don't care about the words of those people. Even God cannot cater to everyone's like. When Qiu Hua is found, I want to take your sisters to France with me and let me take good care of you in the future."
Chapter completed!