Since the first meeting at the party, it has been half a month since I saw He wet clothes again.

Qing Qian has received a notice from the University of London in the United Kingdom. Two months later, after my father's birthday, he was leaving for London. When I was studying at BGI, I majored in architecture, and there was a retired teacher at BGI who was obsessed with architecture. I made friends with him when I was a student.,Although they've graduated.,The contact with each other has never been broken.,It's like a friend who forgets the year.。 This recommendation to go abroad is thanks to the support of this teacher.

I made an appointment with the teacher at the Fuxiang Tea House, and arrived early in the morning.

There are not many people in the teahouse, three by two. Qing Qian sat in the window seat on the second floor, drinking tea. Suddenly, a man covered in blood rushed up from downstairs. As soon as the man came up, he hurriedly glanced at it, and the people upstairs immediately panicked and fled in all directions. The man went straight to Qingqian's seat and grabbed Qingqian's front placket.

Immediately after, there was a cacophony of going upstairs.

More than a dozen guards with guns in their hands rushed upstairs, and in such a chaotic scene, Qing Qian recognized He Shiyi at a glance. He rushed to the front, and the fierce anger on his face did not subside.

"You...... Don't come, don't ...... Otherwise, I'll kill her. Qing Qian felt a slight tingling in his neck. His captor's voice trembled.

"Zeng Sheng, you let this young lady go. Perhaps, I can make your death less ugly. Yan Weiyi seemed to not know Qingxiao, and looked at the person named Zeng Sheng with cold eyes.

Dozens of guards have already surrounded the small teahouse. Most of the guests who used to drink tea in the teahouse have disappeared.

Qing Qian clearly felt that this person named Zeng Sheng was trembling. One more glance at his appearance was already in a mess. He wet clothes on the opposite side are calm and relaxed. Although Qing Qian was coerced, he didn't feel scared in his heart, and tried his best to cooperate with Zeng Sheng's pace, but he also seemed calm.

Zeng Sheng dragged Qingqian back to the window.

He Shiyi unhurriedly picked up a chair and sat opposite them. He poured himself a cup of tea and looked idle.

"Zeng Sheng, I'll give you half a cup of tea to think clearly. Looking at this young lady's clothes, she doesn't seem to be from an ordinary family, you don't want people to die, and you will leave a lot of trouble for your wife and children. Although the tone was flat, the words spoken were to the point.

Zeng Sheng dragged Qingqian and moved a few steps back.

Qing Qian felt that the knife on his neck had loosened a lot. The body staggered, and was pushed by Zeng Sheng to the guards opposite.

"Be careful." In his ears, a male voice sounded, and his shallow body was already embraced by an embrace.

Hurriedly looked back and saw that Zeng Sheng had already jumped out of the window and escaped. There was a commotion downstairs, and a few loud shouts rang out, thinking that He Wet Clothes had already arranged people below.

"Thank you." You don't need to look up, you already know who is holding you. It's the first time to get so close to a strange man, although it's not a restrained Xingzi, in the end it's already red-faced.

"Miss Yan, are there any injuries there?" He Shiyi didn't seem to notice Qing Qian's shyness, and after seeing the scars on Qing Qian's neck, he was bent on checking whether Qing Qian had any other injuries.

"Nope." Shallow whispering.

Zeng Sheng was escorted upstairs, and his mouth was already gagged with strips of cloth. The bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at He Shiyi, looking extremely scary. He Shiyi stopped and didn't look at him, and motioned for his soldiers to escort him away.

The owner of the teahouse found gauze and potions, and retreated, leaving them in peace.

After a lot of fighting, the guests dispersed, and it seemed very quiet. The soldiers escorted Zeng Sheng away, leaving only one attendant in He Shiyi. He Shiyi bandaged the wound on his neck without saying a word, his movements were careful, and his thin lips were pursed.

Qingqian and He wet clothes are very close to each other, and the lightness of mint is mixed with a smell similar to gunsmoke wrapped around Qingqian's nose.

Such a similar breath.

Looking at the man who was silently speaking, his expression was calmly bandaging himself, and his shallow face unconsciously burned red again.

"Where does Miss Yan's family live? I'll send someone to send Miss back! He was so thoughtful and polite, and he was slightly apprehensive.

"Qingpu Road, Yan Zhai." Qingqian looked up at He Shiyi, there was a clear sky outside the window, and the two were already close. In a trance, Qing Qian only felt that the eyebrows of the person in front of him were clearly the person in his memory.

Qingqian couldn't shirk it, and in the end, the attendant next to He Shiyi sent him home.

When I got home, I just entered the courtyard gate, and the maid Zhang's mother saw the gauze on Qingqian's neck. In the courtyard, they "whirred"; "Hey! My eldest lady, what has happened to you? "Zhang's mother has a hot temper and a very loud voice. For a while, most of the servants and maids of a large family poured out, and they flocked to Qingqian's side to ask long and short questions.

"I'm fine, it's fine." Qing shallow smiled lightly to show comfort.

"Chief Wu, please send me back. Come in and sit down, have a cup of tea and take a break! Qing Qian looked at Wu Wu, who sent her back, standing by the courtyard gate, just because he was about to leave, and hurriedly stayed.

"Miss Yan is polite, it's getting late, next time I have the opportunity to bother the house." Wu Wu grinned, said goodbye and left.

Look at the sky, it's indeed the time to hold the lights. Qingqian knew that he would be able to see each other again in the near future, and he didn't force him to keep it. instructed the servant to send Wu Wu.

Yan Yezheng heard the noise outside and came out of the room. Pacing to the bottom of the porch, he frowned when he saw the gauze on his shallow neck. Qing Qian was most afraid that his father would frown, so he left a large group of servants and maids, and quickly ran close to Yan Yezheng and shouted; "Father."

"Hmm." Yan Ye would not reprimand the child in front of his subordinates, so he turned around and entered the hall.

Qing Qian followed Yan Yezheng into the hall, but Yan Yezheng didn't open his mouth to ask. Qing Qian has already 'poured beans in a bamboo tube' and told him all about what happened in the afternoon in Fuxiang Teahouse. Although I know that my father is a son who pays attention to etiquette, I must thank you after I know it. But Qing Qian clearly concealed it, for fear that it would increase his father's suspicions.

"If necessary, might as little contact with people from the military department as possible?" Yan Yezheng listened to what he said, and he didn't mean to blame, but there was a bit of worry in his tone.

"Well, Qing'er listens to her father." Qing Qian had never seen his father speak to him in such a tone. I also knew that my father had never been happy to make friends with military and political officials. Hurriedly bowed his head and agreed.

"The wound on the neck, does it still hurt?" Qingqian has no mother since he was a child, and he was all brought up by Yan Yezheng. The relationship between father and daughter is different from ordinary people. Qing Qian was wearing a Western-style blue lotus dress with a white background, the white skirt was simple and elegant, and under the faint light, Qing Qian looked like a soft and elegant blue lotus. In addition, the neck is bandaged with gauze, which makes it even weaker. Although Yan Yezheng's voice was flat, he was distressed in the end.

"It doesn't hurt." Qingqian heard his father ask like this, and felt sorry. A few years ago, I caused such a disaster, and my father asked lightly. Thinking that the atmosphere was too low, he pursed his lips and smiled at his father: "Do you have to think about where to invite the banquet?" ”

"Ghost girl, you just decide, I will have a treat!" Luo Rongkai saw that Qing Qian had become more and more considerate in recent years, and his heart was happy and worried. knew that she was relieving herself, so she joked by the way.

"Won't you please? …… Really not please? ......" Qingqian climbed Yan Yezheng's arm, and the two walked into the dining room hand in hand, and the maid had already arranged the meal.

Because during the day, most fathers and daughters only have the opportunity to eat together in the evening. During the day, Yan Ye was about to go to the shop. Qing Qian has classes at school. Therefore, the Yan family's dinner is the most sumptuous.

Silver silk cinnamon fish, eight-treasure crispy chicken, sweet and sour cabbage, sunflower tofu...... It's all the dishes that Qingguang and my father are used to.

"How's it going?" Yan Yezheng has always advocated "eating silently", and today is the first time to make an exception.

"Almost, I'd like to wait until you're done for your birthday." After a toss in the morning, looking at the table full of food at this time, I also felt hungry. Yan Yezheng has always advocated that women should be self-reliant, and Qingqian should go abroad to study abroad, except for money, everything else is taken care of by Qingqian himself.

"Birthdays pass every year, you don't have to wait, your studies are important." Yan Yezheng does not adhere to the saying that "it is useless for women to study", but it is one of the reasons why Qingqian respects his father very much.

"Well, let's take a look!" Although Qingqian said this, he had already made up his mind in his heart, and he would wait for his father's birthday before going abroad.

Take a bath at night, because the wound can't be wet, and it will inevitably cause trouble. The maid Xiaoxi waited for Qingqian to take a bath, and naturally pestered Qingqian again, and told the morning's events again.

The rose petals floating in the bucket, the hand patted, and the petals swayed in the water. Reached out and grabbed a handful, smooth and tender.

"Miss! Is that officer good-looking? "Xiaoxi is only fifteen years old, which is the age when the girl is pregnant with spring.

"It's pretty!" Qingqian couldn't help but think of He Shiyi's face, straight nose and thin lips, coupled with that cold temperament, it was indeed good-looking.

"Is that good-looking as Master Luo?" Xiaoxi met Luo Chuanhua once, and in her eyes, Luo Chuanhua is the best-looking person.

"Well, there is!" Qingqian's hand grasping the rose petals loosened unconsciously. A few petals fall from between your fingers into the water, slowly fading away as the waves of the water ripple. Another face appeared in front of Qing Qian's eyes. If you don't care about temperament, those two people are actually somewhat similar. It's all slightly straightened nose bridges and thin lips. No wonder I was in a trance for a moment.

A suave and elegant one, as warm as the sun. One is calm and calm, and Ling Ran is self-controlled. The temperament is very different, but it is still different.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired from tossing in the morning, or if this stuffy person's brain is dizzy, or if I think of Luo Chuanhua. Qing Qian only didn't want to stay in the bucket anymore, wiped off the water traces and went to bed early.