Shi Yin sneered, "I can still figure out the difference between the accident and his killing, I don't need to send myself in for you." ”

Qi Jiahe looked at her for a while before he smiled a little sarcastically: "That's what I said." ”

Without waiting for Shi Yin to say anything, he said, "It's much easier to get along with others than to pretend in front of me." ”

Shi Yin's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at him with some confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Xiaoyun just messaged me and said he likes you very much. He looked at her, the emotion in his eyes was deep and dark, "What, you plan to break through the people around me one by one, so that you can find my handle?"

Shi Yin wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at him, feeling weak and sour.

"Are you sick?" she pinched her palm, trying to make her voice sound calm and calm, "What's wrong with my friend? Can you attack me in this weird way? Isn't everyone in this world sinister and vicious in their hearts, and you can't hold a little light in your eyes?"

Probably never been scolded like this, Qi Jiahe's face was obviously a little worse, and the eyes that looked at her also had some gloom.

Shi Yin glared back without showing weakness, his eyes were slightly red, and Qi Jiahe's heart was stagnant.

He actually didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he saw Qin Xiaoyun say that he liked Shiyin, he was just a little unhappy, this unhappiness extended from the bottom of his heart, and when he heard her say the words "There's no need to do it for you" to himself, he spewed out, turned into a little bit of anger, and stabbed at her.

For a moment, he felt that he didn't want others to find out about her goodness, or even like her.

Even if it's the same sex, it's not okay.

But seeing her frowning and angry, he calmed down again.

Maybe I'm really sick.

Qi Jiahe retracted his gaze and didn't look at her again.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the restaurant was stiff and solemn.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps from far and near came from the side.

Then, Liu's mother's voice sounded from behind the two: "Miss Shi is back?"

Shi Yin took a deep breath, eased his mind, turned his head to look at Mama Liu, and tried his best to make the expression on his face look relaxed, "Mama Liu, do you feel better?"

"What?" Liu Ma was obviously a little confused, "What's better?"

Shi Yin was a little surprised in his heart, and then said, "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

"No, I don't. Mother Liu looked even more confused, "Who did you listen to?"

Shi Yin opened his mouth, but he didn't speak.

Didn't Qi Jiahe say that Liu's mother was not feeling well, so she didn't cook?

At this time, she only felt that the light and shadow in the corners of her eyes were staggered for a moment, Qi Jiahe got up and said in a deep voice: "Mother Liu, clean up the dishes and chopsticks." ”

Then, he turned away from the table and didn't look at Shi Yin again.

Mother Liu responded with a "hey", and when she came forward to see the empty bowl, she asked a little puzzled: "Young master, have you eaten it, didn't you say that you have no appetite?"

Qi Jiahe didn't answer, walked through the hall and went upstairs.

Shi Yin sat in place and watched the back of Qi Jiahe leaving, and his heart throbbed slightly.

He rejected Liu's mother because he had no appetite, just to wait for her to come back to cook?

But when she really came back, he didn't want to say it directly, but used Liu's mother as an excuse to let her cook for him, and said "If you don't want to do it, forget it".

Shi Yin couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, it was very subtle, like a mixture of happiness and sadness, which made her a little blocked.

Maybe Qi Jiahe is like this, many things can save a lot of trouble by saying it directly, but he doesn't want people to perceive his true thoughts.

He seemed to wrap his inner self in a thick cocoon, and she couldn't even peek into his real world.

That's why she wasn't sure if he really cared about her a little as Qin Xiaoyun said.

She wasn't sure.

Shi Yin sighed in his heart, stood up, and was just about to go upstairs to his room, but his mobile phone vibrated twice, and he received a photo MMS message.

Because the phone card is new and there is no contact in the past, Shi Yin can only see that the number sent is a local number, but he can't remember who it is.

Nowadays, very few people will use MMS to transmit photos, and don't they all use WeChat to contact each other when they come and go?

When she hesitated to click on it and take a look, the number suddenly sent another text message: "I found this when I was cleaning up the house, it should be the notebook you said before, if you really want it, take 500,000 yuan in exchange, if you don't want it, I'll sell it to the scrap collector." ”

Almost instantly, a stream of qi and blood rushed straight to the brain.

Shi Yin frowned and looked at the number, and realized in an instant that this was a message from Song Rong.

She clicked the download button, and the contents of the MMS message were quickly presented in front of her eyes.

It was a half-worn cowhide cover notebook, the edges and corners had been worn off, and the cover had a gilded "D."

The word "eam" is indeed the one she remembers Shi Jincheng.

Anger and shame surged into his heart in an instant, Shi Yin gritted his teeth, and his hand holding the phone couldn't help but tremble.

She wouldn't believe that this was discovered by accident when she was cleaning up the house, Song Rong must have kept this thing in a premeditated manner, thinking about when it would be good to blackmail her again!

She believed her nonsense before, thinking that the notebook was really not with her, and even wondered if her memory was wrong.

Now that she has received this text message, she completely understands what it means to be annoyed and angry, and what it means to force Liangshan.

She can't tolerate it, and she must not allow Song Rong to be so rampant.

She closed her eyes and stood there and took a few deep breaths.

When she opened it again, there was only a piece of clarity left in her eyes, and there was still a bit of anger and hatred hidden in it.

She has never been a soft bun that is flattened and rounded by others, and now Song Rong is riding on her head and, which is tolerable, which is unbearable.

She eased her mind, put away her phone, turned around and went upstairs, and went straight to Qi Jiahe's bedroom.

His door was closed, and the house was so well soundproofed that at least she couldn't hear anything when she stood in front of it.

She stood in front of the door and cheered herself for a long time, her hand raised and fell, and finally clenched into a fist, but she still didn't dare to knock.

She had just said such excessive things to him, and she would come to him again to ask for help, and she couldn't hold it on her face.

Shi Yin just stood at the door, his face full of shame and anger.

Inside the door, Qi Jiahe sat at the head of the bed, holding a copy of "Introduction to Economics" in his hand, but he didn't look into it at all, and looked straight at the gap under the door.

The lights were on in his room, but there were only a few voice-activated lights in the hallway on the second floor.

He could see a dark shadow standing in the doorway, and he could even guess that the man outside must be wearing a pair of pink fluffy slippers.

He waited for her to knock on the door, but after a long time, the room was silent.