Jing Qingran nodded.

With her brother's financial resources, it is not a problem to support her.

"I'm tired, go back to the room to rest first, brother, you're slowly busy." Jing Qingran opened his mouth, got up from the sofa, and walked to the room.

Jing Qingli has always been very busy, he can take time out of his busy schedule to care about Jing Qingran's acting career, dare to say, is this brother not good to her?

This guy is never big or small, and Jing Qingli is used to her.

The company's affairs were still waiting for him to deal with, so he got up, sorted out his clothes, and went out.

In fact, being a president is very hard, and sometimes you may not be able to give yourself a day off on weekends, but the income is good.

……

In the afternoon, Jing Qingran went out and explained that her family didn't have to wait for her to come back for dinner.

She drove out, aimlessly spinning the road.

Turning around, I came to a quiet road, where there were few vehicles and pedestrians, the trees on both sides of the road were green and green, and the air was fresh.

There is a European-style villa next to the road, and the well-organized car is parked under this villa.

This is the man's residence, Jing Qingran has run here three or five times in the past month, but he doesn't have the courage to go up and enter the gate, just quietly watching here by the side of the road.

There were few vehicles on this stretch of the road, so Jing Qingran parked her car next to a relatively empty area, and she sat in the car, looking at the villa outside.

Do you want to go up? If you visit rashly, I am afraid that it will be unpolite and embarrassing.

Jing Qingran has nothing to do with the owner of this villa.

It also has nothing to do with the servants.

Pretending to be a courier to go up? How can it be?

Yes, it doesn't seem impossible to write a letter to the servant, and then ask the servant to hand it over to the young master of his family.

However, there is no paper or pen in the car, so let's write it next time.

Jing Qingran asked her grandfather to investigate Mu Shao's information and knew his phone number.

Call him, but if you call him rashly, you will definitely be treated as a harassing call, and then hung up by the owner, or even blacklisted.

Besides, she and he don't know each other, how did she know his phone number?

Find someone to investigate him?

No matter how you think about it, it's all wrong, Jing Qingran sat in the car, there was no way.

There were no people or cars coming in or out of the villa either.

She sat in the car for a long time, and it was getting dark.

Jing Qingran lay asleep in the car, and it was already the middle of the night.

Before, she called home to report that she was safe, saying that she would not be home tonight.

The cabin is air-conditioned and comfortable.

The night is silent, the lights are still on at the window of the villa, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the light curtains are swaying by the wind, and a man stands on the balcony of the window, looking at the bright moon in the night sky alone.

He couldn't sleep. The clock on the wall, the hour hand is already pointing to twelve.

Early the next morning.

By the forest, the birds are light.

"Young master, morning." The servant saw Mu Shao who got up in the morning and asked him early.

The man just nodded and said nothing, he was dressed in a light gray casual outfit and walked to the green meadow in the backyard and walked here.

The air is fresh, full of green, verdant.

On the other side of the sky, a faint glow peeked through the clouds.

After a look in the backyard, the man walked to the outdoor pool on the side, there was still no one here, it was a private place.

The pool is wide, the water is cool, and in the distance, you can see the mountains.

Birds, flowers.

When it was time for breakfast, he appeared in the restaurant and ate breakfast, his life was very regular, Duan Bingxue sat next to him, the mother and son were both relatively few people, and they ate breakfast very quietly.

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