In the restaurant of the Qin family's villa, the atmosphere is not too harmonious.

Qin Zhongtian, who had been busy all day, just returned, took off the black suit on his body and threw it to the nanny who came with him, washed his hands and sat down at the dining table.

The main seat sits the most noble old lady in the family, and her always kind eyebrows and eyes are quite serious today. Opposite is Qin Sang, who is a freshman, studying at a local university in Yicheng, and will go home to accompany the old lady when there are no classes.

There was one less person at the dinner table.

Qin Zhongtian looked at Qin Sang, who was serving soup to the old lady: "What about your brother, went out to fool around again?" "He has a deep understanding of Qin Fan's temperament.

Qin Sang put down the bowl, glanced at his grandmother meaningfully, and said, "Brother came back at noon and heard that grandma had ordered him to have a family affair, so he lost his temper and locked himself in the room to play games and never came out." ”

"Go and ask the young master to come down." Qin Zhongtian turned his head and said to the servant on the side.

The servant put a dish on the table, wiped his hands, and turned to go upstairs, knowing that he might not be able to invite the second ancestor, he had a great temper.

Qin Zhongtian ate a handful of vegetables and began to get down to business: "Mom, I've already asked people to delete those nonsense rumors on the Internet. Nowadays, society is developing rapidly, and there are constantly new things every day, and I can't even see it, and after a long time, no one remembers it. You are a little hasty to marry the daughter of the Yin family because of this. It's normal for them to have some scandals at their age. ”

Old Madam Qin snorted lightly: "If you don't say that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, do you think this is normal?" Your son slept with an innocent girl, and the photo was uploaded to the Internet to be watched by onlookers, shouldn't he be responsible? The Yin family is not a small family, and when you meet on other occasions in the future, don't you feel disgraced? ”

Qin Zhongtian's facial muscles twitched, and he wanted to defend a few words, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

The person in front of him is the mother who raised him, and some words are just to make her angry when they argue, and the good and bad things outweigh the losses.

Outside Qin Fan's room upstairs, the servant knocked on the door, turned his head sideways and put his ear on the door panel to listen to the movement, there was no sound inside, as if there was no one. But she knew that the young master hadn't gone out since he came back, and most of the time he didn't want to pay attention to people.

After clearing his throat, the servant raised his voice and shouted, "Young Master, Mr. is back, tell you to go down." ”

The door in front of him was suddenly opened, and the servant was so close that he almost plunged into it. After steasing his figure, the maid smiled and said, "Sir, please come downstairs for dinner." ”

Qin Fan grabbed a handful of hair irritably, angrily walked past the maid downstairs, came to the restaurant, and the first thing he said was: "Dad, it is impossible for me to marry Yin Shuyao, you help me persuade my grandmother to let her retract this idea." ”

Qin Zhongtian: "Then what do you want?" ”

"I explained the same thing to my grandmother." Qin Fan said, "Last night was an accident, we didn't get along, we just drank too much and slept together." She wants other compensation, I can give, and it is impossible to get married. ”

Qin Fan didn't dare to mention that the person he really wanted to date was Shen Jianian, and something accidentally went wrong to cause the current situation.

Mrs. Qin slapped the chopsticks on the table, and there was a "pop" sound, and the whole restaurant was quiet.

"Do you have a reason to listen to what you say?" The old lady hated that iron could not become steel, "You were brought up by me, why are you so unreasonable." ”

Qin Fan's handsome face was blue and white, he gritted his teeth, and looked directly at his father.

Qin Zhongtian changed into chopsticks to pick up vegetables for the old lady, and he didn't raise his eyes: "There is no need to say anything about this matter, listen to your grandmother." ”

It's not that he didn't intercede for his son, but he was dumbfounded by the old lady's words. He is busy with work on weekdays, and his energy is spent on the company, and the old lady is in charge of all matters at home. Her old man's words are comparable to the decree of the ancient queen mother, and the juniors only have to obey.

Even he didn't dare to easily disobey the old lady.

"Dad! Are you confused?! Qin Fan shouted in disbelief, his eyes reddening.

Qin Zhongtian didn't want to say more, and pointed to the spare chair: "What does it look like to sit down and eat and yell at home." Learn from your sister, don't be ridiculous in the future, and take care of yourself when you get married. ”

None of the whole family was facing him, Qin Fan was almost crazy, how could he be in the mood to eat, so he shook his hand and ran out.

*

The night is deep, and when you leave the glitzy places, the neon lights and weaving traffic outside seem less noisy.

In the back seat of the black Maybach, Fu Jichen unbuttoned the suit that had been bound all night, slept with his head against the neck pillow, his breathing was slightly heavy and heavy, and a crease was slightly frowned in the center of his eyebrows, thinking that his body was not very comfortable.

Zhu Yilan, who was sitting in front of the co-pilot, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, a little distressed, and wanted to help him relieve it, but he couldn't think of a good way for a while.

The people I saw tonight were really difficult, and they were all characters from Fu Jichen's father's generation, so I had to give face, otherwise, the opportunity to lose cooperation would be small, and it would be big to be said to be ignorant of etiquette. Transmitted back to the ears of those people in Beicheng, Fu Jichen was inevitably accused.

Zhu Yilan was heavy-hearted, and touched Qu Mo's arm who was driving, and gave him a look.

Qu Mo understood, slowed down the car, and drove the car more and more steadily.

Zhu Yilan returned his gaze to the rearview mirror, and gradually, there was more infatuation under his eyes.

The scenes that happened in the private room flowed through her mind like water, she helped Fu Jichen to block the wine, and those people saw that she was drinking refreshingly, and they played tricks with high interest, put up the "wine tower", and asked her how many layers she could drink.

The so-called "wine tower" is made up of cups of wine, with the lowest layer having the most glasses, and then decreasing in turn, resembling a tower.

Fu Jichen is a gentleman, and has nothing to do with anything else, which is what he brings in his bones. He is indifferent and ruthless, always detached from others, but he never tramples and humiliates others by virtue of his identity.

He was completely different from them.

Couldn't bear her being embarrassed by a group of men at the wine table by a woman, Fu Jichen stood up, drank the lower floors, walked out of the private room, and almost fell down the steps.

"Mr. Chen, it seems that there is a car following us."

Qu Mo spoke up, interrupting Zhu Yilan's deeper and deeper thoughts.

He didn't want to disturb the boss's rest, so he accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror and found a black Mercedes following behind, turning with their car. He became suspicious, and frequently looked at the rearview mirror, and each time he looked, the car kept a constant speed, following their car from a distance.

At present, the speed of the car is not fast, the section of the road near the villa, the traffic is not congested, and it is easy for the other party to overtake, but it just follows, and the purpose is unknown.

This is no coincidence, Qu Mo feels that he should report to his boss.

I thought that Fu Jichen was drunk and unconscious, but after hearing Qu Mo's words, he slowly lifted his eyelids, and a pair of blurred eyes were like muddy pools, and after a while, little by little, they turned into clarity, and then to profundity.

"Leave it alone." Fu Jichen's tone was calm, slightly dumb, "If they want to follow, let them follow." ”

Except for the people in Beicheng, who else was so interested in his affairs, he couldn't think of for the time being.

*

Towards eleven o'clock, two headlights shone into the front yard of Rose Manor.

Shen Jiannian, who was sleeping in the guest room on the third floor, woke up. Since something happened at home, she has been sleeping very lightly, and she can wake up from her sleep at the slightest movement.

I didn't pull the blackout curtains tonight, a thin layer of white gauze curtains covered the windowpane, and the light flashed by, like a car headlight.

Fu Jichen is only coming back now?

Shen Jianian turned over, closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep again, but it was not so easy.

In the living room downstairs, the live-in nanny Zhou Rongzhen put on a dress and walked out of the room slowly, opened the door, and Qu Mo and Zhu Yilan supported Fu Jichen on the left and right.

Zhou Rongzhen hurriedly took a step back and stepped aside: "What's wrong?" ”

Fu Jichen didn't drink and didn't make his face, his face was as usual, cold and flawless, like a high-grade jade, so Zhou Rongzhen couldn't see anything wrong with him.

"Trouble Aunt Zhen to cook a bowl of sobering soup, Mr. Chen drank a lot at night, and his stomach may be uncomfortable."

Zhu Yilan's delicate makeup before departure was already slightly embarrassed by this time, fine sweat oozed from his nose and cheeks, and his sideburns were slightly scattered.

Zhou Rongzhen woke up a servant and led Qu Mo and Zhu Yilan to Fu Jichen's bedroom on the third floor, while she went to the kitchen to turn on the fire and cook soup.

The footsteps back and forth in the corridor were messy, even if the room was well insulated, Shen Jiannian could still hear the subtle sounds, and he couldn't sleep anymore, tossing and turning on the bed, feeling a little thirsty.

Zhou Rongzhen was about to go upstairs with the freshly cooked decanting soup, when she met Shen Jiannian head-on, and paused: "What does Miss Shen need?" ”

"No, I'll come down and drink water." Shen Jianian did not have the habit of drinking water at night, this was the first time.

Zhou Rongzhen nodded, looked at Shen Jianian's figure, and thought for a while: "Can you please serve the sobering soup to Mr. by the way?" I won't go up. ”

"Okay, give it to me."

Shen Jianian drank half a glass of water, his lips were moistened with pink and watery, took the decanting soup in the white porcelain cup from Aunt Zhen's hand, and walked upstairs.