Although Qiao Zixin was worried, he also had to go out, let him be quiet, and let him think about it himself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qiao Zixin went out, closed the door gently, glanced at the room through the glass, then walked a few steps, stopped, leaned against the wall of the corridor, and took a deep breath, she was too nervous just now She was afraid that Qin Wenlang would see the flaw.

Qiao Zixin leaned against the wall, staring straight at the snow-white wall opposite, and the stone in his heart finally landed. In recent years, Qin Wenlang has had a very unpleasant quarrel with her family in order to help her, and she doesn't want to cause trouble to Qin Wenlang because of herself.

Besides, how could he be worthy of Qin Wenlang from such a background? How could the Qin clan accept a woman of unknown origin? Qin Wenlang was the only successor of the Qin clan.

Whether it was Qin Wenlang or He Mingyuan, any of them, Qiao Zixin didn't dare to think about how terrifying the consequences of being with them would be, they were destined to be not the same kind of people, and there would be no good results.

Although He Mingyuan can be a shield this time, Qiao Zixin knows that He Mingyuan is an unattainable person, Qiao Zixin decided to keep a certain distance from them, a little person like himself can't afford to be hurt.

In the next few days, she and Qin Wenlang had almost zero communication, and they rarely spoke except for lines and filming.

And He Mingyuan is just, after seeing him that night, there is no news.

"Spring has arrived, it is a new beginning of the year," Qiao Zixin looked out the window in the rental room, stretched, looked at the newly sprouted trees outside the window, and had a sense of vitality.

The new drama has been on the air for several days, and she doesn't have time, look, it's just idle today, Qiao Zixin picked up the remote control, and before she could press it, the doorbell rang.

"Wait a minute, I'll be here soon," Qiao Zixin shouted and ran to open the door, Qiao Zixin first looked out at the small hole in the door, he was scared by Qin Wenlang's fans before, and he habitually looked at who was opening the door first?

Lin Meng stood outside the door, very impatient, "Why haven't you opened the door for so long?" Lin Meng muttered, very unhappy to pick up the phone, just about to call, the door opened, "Why did it take so long to open the door?" Lin Meng complained.

"You know, I was scared by Brother Wenlang's fans before, Qiao Zixin closed the door as he spoke.

"Why don't you change your house, instead of living in fear all day long, it's better to change places, now with our economic situation, we can change to a mid-range community, the environment is good,"

"What to drink?" Qiao Zixin walked straight to the kitchen.

Her room is not big, except for the bathroom is a separate one, and the rest of the bedroom, kitchen and living room are all together, which is clear at a glance, but neat and orderly.

Qiao Zixin poured himself a glass of water first, and then asked Lin Meng what to drink.

"Coffee, I didn't sleep all night last night?" I said, you think about it," Lin Meng sat on the sofa, and then half lay on the sofa, looking at her very tired.

Qiao Zixin brewed coffee and brought it to Lin Meng and said, "It's good that I live here, it's very convenient, I'm busy and rarely go home, so I can't live here for a few days, most of my time is in the crew, so there's no need to change, it's troublesome to move around,"

"I don't have an opinion if you say that," Lin Meng yawned, rubbed his hand with his hand, and looked at Qiao Zixin with sleepy eyes,

"Why are you fighting so hard," Qiao Zixin knew that she didn't sleep all night, and the itinerary arranged for herself was enough for her to sleep badly for a few days, "Yes, I said that I want to be the best agent, and I want to make you a first-line big name at home and abroad," Lin Meng immediately said impassionedly.

Qiao Zixin glanced at Lin Meng, who was sleep-deprived, didn't sleep at night, stayed in the daytime for night's dreams, daydreaming, Qiao Zixin sighed, shook his head, how easy is it to succeed.