"Big brother, what did Qinghu do wrong, why do you want to show you a light show every night??"

"You've lived next to it for seven or eight years, haven't you? Today, I think it's too late for its dark virtues to be an eyesore? ”

"There's another matter, big brother, I'll just ask casually, is it your fault for the electricity bill for my hotel to light up Qinghu?"

Behind the window, Jing Zeheng looked at Shen Fanyin, whose eyes reflected thousands of lights, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"Every night it gets dark until 12 o'clock, and the bill is settled at the end of the month." He said, "Next month you save up and call everything you can." ”

"Uh, what's the theme?" Qi Yan was a little confused, Jing Zeheng has never liked socializing, why did he suddenly let him save the game?

Jing Zeheng originally wanted to say "whatever you want", but when he thought of Qi Yan's virtue, he changed his words and said: "Charitable, be serious, put away your personal habits." ”

He had reason to believe that if he didn't specifically explain it, Qi Yan would definitely be able to make an eighteen forbidden banquet effortlessly.

"Okay, I remember." Qi Yan should go down.

"Hmm."

Hanging up the phone, he saw that the child was still standing there, holding the phone, frowning.

He was very familiar with the old phone.

His heart beat a little faster, and he returned to the bed and pulled out a cell phone from the drawer with her photo.

After turning it on, there is no new news.

Since five years ago, the phone has not received any new messages.

He held his phone back to the window, and just as he saw Shen Fanyin rubbing his hair irritably, he stomped his feet as if he was broken, and turned back to the bedroom.

“……”

The phone in the palm of your hand is still quiet.

After a moment's thought, he began to edit the message.

As soon as Shen Fanyin put the phone back in the tin box, its screen suddenly lit up.

She was startled, and fine beads of sweat quickly welled up in her palms.

Over the years, his messages have not been interrupted, although he is not so diligent, but every festival, or when the weather changes suddenly, he will definitely send her a message.

But today is not a New Year's Day, and there is no wind or snow, what can he do?

Her hands trembled a little, she pursed her lips and clicked on the message.

"Kid, do me a favor."

Kid, do me a favor.

A simple six words that completely overlap with memory.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and her chest heaved sharply.

Jing Zeheng admitted that he was gambling, betting that his children would not forget him.

He stared at his phone, nervously draining the wine in his hand.

Sweat fell from his forehead, and for the first time, he was so nervous that he lost his temper and even had a dry mouth.

"Ding."

I don't know how long it took, but the phone rang.

He stared at the new message alert, his heart beating fast and fast.

What will she say? Will you draw a line with yourself? Or do you simply forget that you exist?

Obviously, as long as he clicked on the message, he could know what she replied to, but he didn't dare to click on it immediately.

After taking several deep breaths, he finally clicked on the message.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at those three words, he smiled.

Laughing and lying on his back on the bed, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Fanyin stared at the mobile phone in the iron box and covered her face in annoyance.

How could she reply to him?

She is no longer Nie Fanyin, and she doesn't want to mention that unbearable past in front of anyone.

Especially him.

She took a deep breath and was about to turn off her phone when new news came.

With a shake of the hand, the message was clicked on.

"There's a charity auction in Anseong next month, I'm abroad now, I have something I want to donate, can you go for me? Invitations and stuff I'll have someone courier to you. ”

Shen Fanyin was stunned.

Is it just for him to go to the auction?

That's fine, or she can let Mu Mu go for her.

In the face of him, she always didn't know how to refuse.

She breathed a sigh of relief, replied "yes", and then left the address of Su's company.

"Okay, thank you, kid, go to bed early, good night."

"Good night."

Holding the mobile phone, Shen Fanyin secretly decided-

For the last time, this is the last contact with him!

She hurriedly put the phone back in the tin box and locked it, and even forgot to turn it off.

Then she plunged headlong into the bed, pulled the cover tight, and forced herself to stop thinking about him.

And next door to her, Jing Zeheng sat up from the bed.

He quietly went out the door, went to the study, and began to rummage through things.

The excuse was made temporarily, mainly because he was worried that the child would not cooperate with him to go to Qi Yan's charity banquet next month.

The problem now is that he has to find something of the right value for her to donate on his behalf.

The vase is too big to hold, and it is excluded;

The same goes for oil paintings, excluded;

The incense burner was photographed by his father, and there are traces to follow that will reveal his identity and rule it out;

That pile of top gemstones...... It was he who prepared it for her, and she couldn't donate it.

The light in the study was on overnight.

The next day, when Uncle Wang came to ask Jing Zeheng for breakfast, he asked in astonishment: "Young master, this is ...... Burglar? ”

Jing Zeheng's always clean and tidy study was turned into a mess, and all kinds of antique treasures were piled up everywhere, and Uncle Wang couldn't find a place to settle down for a while.

Jing Zeheng stood up with his eyebrows twisted and shook his head: "No, find something." ”

Uncle Wang: "...... I'll help you find it? ”

"No need," Jing Zeheng shook his head, kicked away a red sandalwood paperweight and stepped out, "Is Fanyin's studio tidied up?" ”

He pressed his eyebrows with a headache, rummaged all night, and was stunned that none of them could be used, and he planned to go to Qi Yan's place to take a look later.

Now he looked at the tattered ground, and he just wanted to scold them for not fighting.

The corners of Uncle Wang's mouth twitched, and he replied, "It's cleaned up, does the young master want to go and have a look?" ”

"Is she awake?"

"I'm awake."

"Then, let's eat."

She was awake, and it was naturally difficult for him to go to her studio to check on her.

However, he said in advance: "I'll come back for lunch." ”

Uncle Wang looked confused: "??? ”

He really wanted to know what made the young master so homely!

Jing Zeheng took a shower, washed off his exhaustion and went downstairs, and saw Shen Fanyin sitting at the dining table obediently, holding a tablet in his hand, without moving chopsticks.

She was wearing fluffy home clothes, her long thick hair was curled with a ball, her white and tender little face was not powdered, and her soft appearance was too good.

He subconsciously tidied up his tie, went to the table and sat down, and asked her, "Why don't you eat?" ”

"I'm waiting for you." Shen Fanyin raised his head and replied as he should.

Isn't it polite to wait for the host's family to eat together?

Jing Zeheng smiled, reached out and rubbed her head and said, "Next time, I will eat first, there are not so many rules." ”

"Okay."

She still answered briskly, and it was not certain whether she would be obedient or not.

Well, for example, now, she also waited for Jing Zeheng to pick up the coffee cup before picking up the milk cup.

Jing Zeheng put down the coffee cup and said to her: "If you want to go out, let Uncle Wang prepare a car for you, there is snow today, go out and wear more clothes." ”

"Okay, thank you, brother."

Jing Zeheng left after breakfast, and Uncle Wang said to Shen Fanyin with a smile: "Miss, your studio has been tidied up, shall I take you there?" ”

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Wang, thank you for your hard work."

Shen Fanyin thought that Jing Zeheng just found a random room for her, but she didn't want to-