Rong Qi first looked at the figure, and only slowly spoke until he couldn't even see the shadow; "We're not in that relationship yet."

Anne sighed, ready to apologize, and then she said, "But it's a good feeling."

The winter night is heavy, the wind is blowing, and the person on the bed is half-asleep, with his eyebrows slightly together.

Rong Qi sat up with his hands on the bed, turned on the light, and the door was knocked on: "Qiqi?"

The warm water that was about to be sent to his mouth paused, why was Chi Yan still here?

"Why are you here?" Her throat was still dry, and she lost her voice a little.

The one who is across the door, "May I come in?"

Rong Qi said yes.

He pushed the door in, behind him was Qinghui, there were sporadic lights in his eyes, and the wind passed through his eyebrows, but he couldn't hide the tenderness.

Still holding a thermos cup in his hand, Rong Qi asked what it was.

"Brown sugar water." The ears seem to be red, too.

Rong Qi's expression was a little indescribable, and he looked at him in confusion: "You stay here all night?"

"Hmm." The thermos cup has been holding in the palm of his hand, and there is no heat in it, and he pours it into the lid: "I thought you should need it, so I didn't leave."

"Chi Yan, do you like me?"

The brown sugar water in his hand was spilled.

Chi Yan's eyes condensed slightly, and he replied quickly: "Then will you hate it?" So do you like me?

Rong Qi doesn't know how to say it, she can't lie to herself, if she likes it, if she doesn't like it, if she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it, but.

Chi Yan always feels unfathomable.

Maybe it's a glimpse of the Duxian Residence, maybe it's the compassion of the cemetery, or maybe it's a knight who fell from the sky in distress.

She took a sip and her stomach was much better, and told him to go back to rest.

The man suppressed his emotions and said in a clean voice: "Okay, you have a good rest."

He didn't say whether he would go back or not, in his opinion, nothing could compare to Rong Qi.

It's just that the person on the bed stared at him with burning eyes, pulled up the quilt, covered his mouth and nose, and said, "I don't hate it."

Then, those eyes that were covered with a layer of haze were dyed with brilliance in an instant.

When Chen was looking for him, he saw the man sitting on a chair in the hospital corridor with his eyebrows hanging down and his posture cold and arrogant, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

It's been a long time.

Sensing that someone was coming, the spring-like smile was neatly closed.

Chen Shi: ......

Forget it, it's important to get down to business.

"Fourth Master, everything is going according to our plan."

There was no surprise on his face, and his voice was slow and deep: "Did the people on the other side find out?"

He is talking about the gang that traded with Chi Erye, who hid it quite deeply, endured it, and did not leak any clues for so long.

Chen frowned: "Not yet, those people are too cautious, and any one of them in Jingzhou is suspicious."

In Jingzhou, there is no shortage of rich people, and there is no shortage of powerful people, which are intertwined and deeply involved, and if you don't pay attention to it, it will attract backlash.

After hesitating for a moment, he still said: "Fourth Master, Jingzhou is not our territory after all, if it is the person behind the scenes......

If you don't know the identities of those people, you may get into trouble.

The voice fell, but Chi Yan said coldly: "The only one who can make me afraid is Rong Qi."

I'm afraid she'll die, I'm afraid she'll cry, I'm afraid she'll like someone else, that's all.

Well, Chen is the most sensible about current affairs.

Miss Rong is the death hole of the fourth master, but he sees it in his eyes.

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