Jin Ze tilted his head, looked at a plane flying in the sky, blinked, then took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Cheng Qingliang. （ . . ）

He typed only four words, you're free.

After playing, he clicked send, and a second before pressing it, he thought about it, and finally walked to the coffee table, took a photo of the contract, and sent it to Cheng Qingliang.

She's a smart girl, he doesn't need to say much, she'll understand.

It's just that after so many years, he has always been cold-blooded and has never liked to meddle in things, why did he show kindness twice tonight?

Once, he called Qin Yinan and wanted to say four words to him, and return to Zhao completely.

It's just that he felt bored and didn't say anything in the end.

Once just now, he took a photo of Cheng Qingliang, he still felt that he was bored, but he did this boring thing-

Cheng Qingliang was alone, wandering until three o'clock in the morning in the night in Beijing, before returning home.

She was sad, but she seemed calm, and she walked step by step, stepping up the stairs.

She knew very well that in a few hours, the people of Kanazawa would come over, and she would become Xiaoyin again after only a week of freedom.

Walking to the corner of the stairs on the third floor, Cheng Qinglian stopped, she stood for a while like a doll with a lost soul, and then took steps and continued to walk up, as she walked, she touched the key from her bag.

It was very dark in the corridor, Cheng Qinglian coughed lightly, the lights turned on, she walked absentmindedly towards her door, and after a few steps, she stopped, and was stunned for a while before she raised her head and looked at the figure standing at the door of her house.

Cheng Qingliang was in a trance, thinking that he was hallucinating.

She stared at Qin Yinan stupidly, her eyes not blinking.

The corridor was quiet, the voice-activated lights were out, and it was pitch black, except for the cigarette between the man's fingertips, flickering and dimming.

In the dark, I don't know how long it took, and a faint cough from Qin Yinan came not far away.

The voice-activated light turned on, and the face she missed reappeared in front of her.

She opened her mouth, but without making any sound, he spoke first, "Open the door." ”

Cheng Qinglian's hand holding the key trembled slightly, it took a lot of effort for her to stabilize her mood, and walked in front of him with unhurried steps, and then lowered her head, walked past him, took the key, and opened the door.

"You ......" Cheng Qinglian just wanted to ask him politely, why did you come over?

Before she finished her words, Qin Yinan pushed open the door as if he had entered his own home, and strode into the house.

He stood in the hallway, looked left and right, and finally fixed his gaze on the neatly arranged luggage on the balcony.

He pursed his lips lightly, snuffed out the cigarette butt directly, walked to the balcony without saying a word, and then fished the scissors from the TV cabinet that she had packed the tape with scissors, and cut the boxes she had finally sealed one by one.

"Qin Yinan, what are you doing?" Cheng Qinglian came back to his senses at this time, and rushed over without even caring about closing the door.

She wanted to stop him, but her strength was far less than his, but it was only two minutes, and he opened all the cardboard boxes.

"It's something I've managed to put together, how did you take them all apart? What exactly do you want to do? ”