Yang Qian's personality may be more elusive than all the difficult Party A combined.

She took a sip of her coffee and went straight upstairs, not making a sound.

Not long after, Zeng Wanwan and Shen Fanyin came out one after the other, and Shen Fanyin was still dragging the huge wedding dress box in her hand.

Jing Zeheng immediately stood up, walked quickly to Shen Fanyin's side and took the box, and asked, "It's over?"

"Hmm." Shen Fanyin nodded, shook his hand lightly and shouted at the stairs, "Let's go."

「……」

Obviously, Yang Qian was too lazy to take care of them, and it was impossible for him to come down to see them off.

Shen Fanyin casually put away the garbage on the coffee table, and went out with Zeng Wanwan holding a cup of coffee.

Leaving this small building and looking at the roses blooming in the garden, Jing Zeheng was in a trance.

It's hard to imagine what the house behind these flowers would look like.

Shen Fanyin sensed his doubts and explained, "The flowers in the yard were left by the previous tenant, and she pulled them out once, but they still grew out, so she didn't bother to take care of them."

In this way, it makes sense.

On the way home to send Zeng Wanwan, she asked about the car accident.

Shen Fanyin frowned slightly, and before he could think of how to answer, he heard Jing Zeheng say: "The details of the car accident are still under investigation by the police, and it is said that it was because the driver had a brain disease and could not control the vehicle."

"Well," Zeng Wanwan furrowed her eyebrows and asked again, "Is he better now?"

"Still in the hospital, I don't know."

Zeng Wanwan lowered her eyes and sighed, "I hope he'll be fine."

Shen Fanyin heard this and turned his head to look at Jing Zeheng.

Jing Zeheng's account was very different from what she knew.

Sensing her gaze, he smiled softly and glanced sideways at her.

When their eyes met, Shen Fanyin instantly understood why he was lying.

She pursed her lips and chuckled, turning back to look at him again.

Not long after, Jing Zeheng parked the car downstairs at Zeng's house.

Zeng Wanwan asked, "Yinyin, can you go up and sit for a while?"

"No, there are still some things to do," Shen Fanyin said, "Tell Master for me that I will come to see him on Monday."

"Okay," Zeng Wanwan got out of the car with a smile and said to Jing Zeheng through the window, "Mr. Jing, thank you."

"Yes."

Jing Zeheng's tone was very gentle, and he had always been very patient with Shen Fanyin's friends.

When Zeng Wanwan entered the door of the building, he started the car and left.

Shen Fanyin turned his head sideways and asked him, "Brother, why do you always know what I'm thinking?"

She never told him to hide it from Zeng Wanwan, not even making eye contact, but he could read her hesitation and give the best answer.

"Because I know you." Jing Zeheng replied, "Afraid of frightening Zeng Wanwan?"

"Well, this matter should have nothing to do with Sister Wanwan, don't let her think nonsense." Shen Fanyin nodded, with a little more irritability between her eyebrows, "Mu Mu said that the police station has filed a case...... I just don't know when I'll find out."

Her words to comfort Zeng Wanwan were not all nonsense, at least she didn't think that this matter could be done by Lu Tong.

All along, Shen Fanyin felt that there was a pair of invisible hands behind her, secretly poking and poking everything, bringing her endless trouble.

But she just couldn't figure out who it was.

Sighing softly, she leaned against the window, a little tired.

Jing Zeheng glanced at the lock of the car door again, and saw that the lock was firm, so he said, "Su Ze told me about the situation of the police station, and the criminal police officer who took over this case is the youngest associate professor in the police academy, and he should have an answer soon."

"Hmm." Shen Fanyin was a little wilted, and stopped speaking after a sullen response.

Jing Zeheng slowed down and glanced sideways at her: "Uncomfortable?"

"No," Shen Fanyin shook his head, "I just can't figure out when I had such a big feud."

Today's events can never be directed at Zeng Wanwan, she has lived like a little white rabbit in the past few years, what enemies can she have?

Su Mu's words......

Jing Zeheng suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted her thoughts: "It could also be Su Mu. Maybe it's the Su family's rivals who are plotting something."

Shen Fanyin's brows furrowed even tighter: "Isn't that Mu Mu very dangerous?"

"Su Ze locked her up at home." Jing Zeheng glanced at Shen Fanyin again.

Actually, what Su Ze did, he really wanted to do.

Shen Fanyin looked at him with a touch of caution in his eyes: "Brother, I've been very busy with work recently, it's impossible for me not to go out."

Jing Zeheng sighed silently, "I know."

He wanted to lock her up, or simply keep her with him all the time, but his identity didn't allow it, and he could only think about it.

The car was quiet, Shen Fanyin leaned against the window, pressing the corner of his forehead with a headache.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, her brow furrowed slightly, and she was clearly suffering from the headache.

Jing Zeheng saw her uncomfortable appearance and silently sped up the car.

He thought that the child was annoyed by something bad and had a headache, but he didn't expect it, so he parked the car steadily, and Shen Fanyin rushed out of the car and went straight to the bathroom.

Uncle Wang only saw a black shadow flashing, and looked at Jing Zeheng who got out of the car in astonishment: "Young Master, is that Miss?"

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng's steps were fast, and he said to Uncle Wang, "Let Auntie go and see her."

"Good, good."

Shen Fanyin was very uncomfortable, and she spit out the coffee she had just drunk.

The aunt took her arm and led her out of the bathroom, and before she could stand firmly, she was fished into Jing Zeheng's arms.

"What's wrong?" Jing Zeheng held her waist and moved all her weight to herself.

"I don't know," Shen Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on his shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Maybe I haven't slept well recently, and I'm angry again today."

Jing Zeheng tried her forehead, and her body temperature was normal.

He picked her up and said to Uncle Wang, "Let the doctor come." As he spoke, he carried her upstairs.

Shen Fanyin only felt dizzy, and his body was even more chilled, and he couldn't even lift up a little strength. She didn't bother to be pretentious with Jing Zeheng, leaned on his arms, squinted her eyes lightly and said, "Brother, I said that this is a sin created by you, okay?"

Although she knew that this illness had nothing to do with Jing Zeheng, it didn't prevent her from throwing the pot on him at all.

Who made her not think about how to get revenge on him?

Wouldn't it be nice to make him feel guilty!

Jing Zeheng's brows tightened, and her heart tugged at her pale face.

He put her on the bed, helped her take off her coat and covered her with the quilt, and then said, "No problem, it's my fault, I'll take good care of you."

Shen Fanyin leaned on the pillow, and hooked his fingers at him like an uncle: "Then you help me massage it first, my head hurts."

Jing Zeheng sat beside her, let her lean into his arms, and rubbed her forehead.

The force of his massage was just right, and it was extremely comfortable to press the acupuncture points, Shen Fanyin squinted his eyes, calmly enjoying his service.

A soft sound is the prompt sound of Weibo.

Shen Fanyin sat up straight from Jing Zeheng's arms and took out his mobile phone.

The official Weibo of the Designers Association: "Due to Ms. Shen Fanyin's personal reasons, she and her works will be absent from tomorrow night's show, for which we deeply regret it."

Looking at this official rhetoric, Shen Fanyin raised his eyebrows.

She wanted to throw up even more.

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