"Senior Ouyang, she beat me!"

Wen Yi's voice was very high, and she almost shouted out at the top of her voice, startling Ouyang Li, who was suddenly Q arrived.

Ouyang Li swallowed his saliva, walked down the next step, and silently picked up the notebook.

"Uh......" He glanced at the two people below, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"What's wrong?" Shen Qing raised his head and glanced over.

Ouyang Li was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook his head, "It's okay, I suddenly remembered that there was something else, so I left first." ”

"That's right." Ouyang Li suddenly turned around again, "You guys are quite similar, come on." ”

The boy made a cheering gesture and ran upstairs like a runaway.

Oh mama! He was really witty and skillfully defused the embarrassment.

Seeing people go up, Wen Yi's eyes turned even redder, and she stared at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing took out a hand towel from his pocket, wiped the beating hand, lifted his eyes and glanced at Wen Yi, "If you are sick, you will be cured." ”

"Shen Qing, I won't let you go!" Wen Yi stared at Shen Qing viciously.

"Oh." Shen Qing stopped wiping his hands, "Then come." ”

The girl glanced at her, threw the used hand towel directly into the trash, and then picked up the umbrella on the ground and left.

As soon as the person left, Wen Yi collapsed on the ground.

"Shen Qing, I will definitely not let you go."

**

When Shen Qing was walking on the road, it began to rain, it was raining very hard, and the wind was blowing again, and her clothes were still wet.

Back at the residence, Shen Qing took his clothes and went to take a bath.

Out of the bathroom, he received a message from Gu Ting on his mobile phone, and before he could read it, Shen Qing received a call from Lan Xinqiao on his mobile phone.

"Miss Shen, Nie Huan is in the hospital." Lan Xinqiao said on the other end of the phone that she is now in Fancheng Hospital.

Shen Qing's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with her?" ”

"I was hit by a heavy object and injured my back, but the injury was not serious, but I had to be hospitalized for observation." Lan Xinqiao's voice was very small, if she hadn't come to the hospital to get medicine and saw a little girl who looked like Nie Huan, she wouldn't have known about Nie Huan's injury.

"How did it hurt?" Shen Qing's voice was deep and depressed.

"I don't know, I didn't ask." The main Lan Xinqiao couldn't ask from Nie Huan.

Shen Qing glanced at the heavy rain outside the window, "Well, I know." ”

Lan Xinqiao waited for Shen Qing to hang up the phone and recruited a nurse to come over.

"Lan Hall, do you need any help?"

Lan Xinqiao took out a stack of money from her wallet, "Transfer the patient in room 67 to the single room, and add a small bed to her sister." ”

The little nurse was stunned, "Okay." ”

**

The rain continued until the evening, Shen Qing ordered takeout at home, and then sat on the sofa to draw the design draft.

The mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated for a moment, and Lan Xinqiao sent a message.

[Lan Xinqiao: Miss Shen, Nie Huan's matter has been investigated, and at an event organized by the school, he was smashed by a box that fell from the high platform, which was artificial. 】

Shen Qing's eyes grew cold as he looked at the information.

[No such person: name.] 】

[Lan Xinqiao: Song Kexin. 】

Shen Qing took out the computer, logged in to the internal website of Tengu, and entered the name in the population file.

Song Kexin, female, 18 years old, a freshman in the Department of Economics and Management of Fancheng University, the youngest daughter of Fengdu Song Group.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes, what is the Song Group?

Haven't heard of it.

Time passed quickly, and Shen Qing finalized the design draft before going to bed at night.

I looked at my phone, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

Shen Qing went to wash his face, and then went into the room to sleep.

The rain outside hadn't stopped, so Shen Qing lit a soothing incense in the room before lying on the bed.

It was about an hour before she slowly fell asleep.

In the dark house, there was a faint sound.

With a squeak, the door of Shen Qing's room opened from the outside, and a black shadow crept in, slowly approaching Shen Qing's bed, and finally stopped at the side of the bed.

The girl's brows furrowed slightly, she felt the bed sink down slightly, her fingers moved, and her other hand reached under the pillow and touched the dagger underneath.

Shen Qing opened his eyes slightly, stabbed towards the face of the black shadow with his backhand, and was grabbed by the wrist in the next moment, and the human face in the tip of the knife was only a few centimeters away.

"Qingqing, it's me." The man said in a suppressed voice.