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I didn't see Qin Jian in the booth, it should be in the private room.

This café also does not disclose guest information, so Yang Meng doesn't know which private room Qin Jian is in.

When I called Qin Jian, I automatically transferred my voicemail.

She asked for a private room that looked out of the window and could see the door downstairs.

****

Cafe private room!

John walked into the private room, "Hi, Mr. Qin." ”

Qin Jian got up and shook John's hand.

The two were not polite, and after sitting down, they got straight to the point.

John: "Xia Xin is really crazy. ”

"Crazy?" Qin Jian was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's just that she should have someone she wants to protect, so there will be intermittent sanity."

"But she can do something very logical and complete." Qin Jian thought of the wooden beads hidden in the Rubik's Cube.

"In fact, there are some psycho patients who have a very high IQ, and they can even do things that ordinary people can't do. I think Xia Xin should belong to this kind of thing. ”

"And was she sober when she did those things?"

"It's hard to say, it's possible that it's just a conditioned instinct, or it's possible that it's in a state of sobriety."

"Can you find out how she's crazy?"

"Stimulus. She must have endured great fear. ”

"Can it be cured?"

"I don't know what kind of stimulus I'm receiving, so it's very difficult to treat. We'll do our best, though. ”

"I'm sorry for you."

Qin Jian got up, shook hands with John and said goodbye, and then left the café.

When he was leaving, he was photographed by the paparazzi who were following Yang Meng.

Yang Meng waited for Qin Jian to leave, and hurriedly chased him out, but Qin Jian was gone.

"Sister Zhu, go and inquire when Qin Jian will leave the United States and which flight to take."

"Okay, I'll inquire right away." Anything that can be related to Qin Jian, Zhu Li is very positive.

***

Qin Jian boarded the plane back to Seoul.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Yang Meng sit down on the seat next to him.

"Hey, you're on this plane too, what a coincidence." Yang Meng smiled brightly.

Qin Jian frowned!

When he left the café, he saw someone taking pictures and knew that he was being targeted by the paparazzi.

When I saw Yang Meng at this time, I immediately understood how those paparazzi were targeting him.

Then he received a call from Li Yang, saying that Yang Meng's economist was inquiring about his itinerary.

Therefore, anything in this world can be a coincidence, but it can't be a coincidence that she, Yang Meng, is on a plane with him and happens to be sitting next to him.

However, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, picked up the newspaper casually, and read the paper.

****

Qin Jian was on a business trip and didn't have a phone call for a few days.

An Yin seemed to be okay on the surface, but she couldn't help but worry in her heart.

Lying on the tatami mat in the attic, looking at his mobile phone, he wanted to call Qin Jian, but he was afraid that it would affect his work.

After looking at the table below, Jin Peng was going to come to eat for a while.

I went downstairs to buy some pig's trotters, marinated a large plate of pig's trotters, and distributed some to Lin Lin and Aunt Yang.

Jin Peng can be sent away if he has pig's trotters, and An Yin prepared two other dishes casually, and then went back to the small attic to read.

A text message came in, it was Ji Xiaowen's.

[Anyin, your Weibo has exploded. 】

An Yin pulled the tablet, opened Weibo, and looked at his meager eyes that almost fell out.

Since the last time her identity was announced at Qin Ning's charity gala, her silk fans have exploded.

But she rarely gets on it, and there are few messages.

At this time, an old message she sent for Qin Ning's charity party was pushed up, and the following messages exceeded 10,000.

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