After leaving the restaurant, Zhao Xiyin let go of her hand, and Zhou Qishen's shirt sleeve was twisted out several folds. Her arms moved slightly, and the folds disappeared again.

He called his secretary Xu Jin.

The sun was blazing at noon and the light was dazzling. Zhao Xiyin raised her hand to cover her eyes. Zhou Qishen inserted it into the bag with one hand and held his cell phone in his ear with his right hand, talking about the progress of material supply from abroad. While talking about the matter, he walked a few steps towards her, just blocking the direct light.

The man's back blocked, and Zhao Xiyin was trapped in a shadow. The two stood close and could smell the faint path to the underworld on him.

"You go to Shanghai to have a phone call. Director Yu of the Customs asked him to come out for dinner next week, and stagger it on Friday." Zhou Qishen finished his explanation and hung up the phone. The waiter drove the car over and said respectfully: "Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Qishen nodded slightly, then walked around to the co-pilot and opened the car door for Zhao Xiyin.

"Go home?" he asked while wearing his seat belt.

Zhao Xiyin hesitated for a moment and did not nod immediately.

Zhou Qishen stopped asking, just said, "Then I will open it casually. Tell me when I want to stop."

He held the steering wheel with one hand, circled to the right, and skillfully turned the car.

Turning from Yong'anli to Sihui Bridge, the weather was hot at this time and the road conditions were still smooth. Zhou Qishen opened slowly and asked: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Zhao Xiyin yelled, surprised his eyesight.

"The eyes are all out."

Zhao Xiyin smiled, "It was too hot last night and I couldn't sleep."

Zhou Qishen made an opening remark, and the atmosphere became much more comfortable. Zhao Xiyin exchanged views and asked, "Is the injury on your leg that day okay?"

"Yeah, OK."

"How did you do it?"

Zhou Qishen said calmly: "I accidentally rubbed it."

Zhao Xiyin turned her head and looked out the window, and had no intention of chatting again.

After a while of silence, Zhou Qishen suddenly asked her, "Do you watch a movie?"

He mentioned the name of a movie, and the online discussions have been very popular recently. It is a blockbuster that claimed to be the number one director of domestic horror movies for three years. The relationships of all parties are intertwined, and the movie-watching seats at the premiere ceremony have long been sent to his company. He shouldn't have been involved in such a small matter, but Xu Jin also made a symbolic message. However, Zhou Qishen's thoughts trembled and he remained.

Nothing else, Zhao Xiyin likes it.

When I first learned that she had this hobby, it was the second week of their official date. Zhou Qishen asked her to watch a movie, which was the Chinese Valentine's Day. There were four beautiful romance films in this period, so she had to choose.

Zhao Xiyin bit the milk tea straw and smiled meaningfully, "I really choose?"

The last one chose was a Thai horror movie. Zhou Qishen didn't take it seriously, and even thought that if she was afraid then, he would protect her.

The review system of Chinese films that year was not so strict, and most of the original plots were retained when they were introduced. Although there were no bloody scenes, the atmosphere of the film was really terrifying. Even Zhou Qishen frowned several times when he was shocked.

Looking at Zhao Xiyin again, this girl was so fucked, her eyelashes were not blinking, and she was enjoying it.

At the most scary ending, she suddenly held Zhou Qishen's hand and felt his wrist tremble as expected. Zhao Xiyin pursed her lips, held back her laughter, turned her head and whispered in his ear: "Brother Zhou, don't be afraid."

Her voice was so light and soft, covering Zhou Qishen's heart and floating and falling.

This is their first time holding hands.

As soon as Zhou Qishen mentioned the title of the film, Zhao Xiyin knew it. His interest was here, as if he threw her a piece of cheese sweet candy. Zhao Xiyin thought for a while, but asked, "Can you watch it?"

Zhou Qishen nodded, "Accompany you."

The premiere is at 3:00 pm, and it is just right.

Zhou Qishen specially took her back two rows to the east of the auditorium. The director was very young and created a new faction of domestic horror streams. The premiere was styled and the lighting and stage design was very consistent with the theme.

At the beginning of the video, Zhou Qishen folded his legs and moved his body.

Halfway through his sight, he changed his left leg to his right leg, and his head was sometimes raised and sometimes lowered.

After the end, the lights lit up again, and his expression was clearly relieved.

Zhao Xiyin didn't talk to him, and she looked calm and couldn't tell what she felt.

Zhou Qishen took the initiative to chat, "Is it good?"

Zhao Xiyin asked back: "What do you think?"

Zhou Qishen cleared his throat, "It's good-looking."

She was very straightforward: "Are you scared?"

Zhou Qishen was speechless.

Zhao Xiyin said: "It's okay, it's all fake. The plasma is the grape red wine you usually drink, the meat bones are the braised beef bones you eat during social events. The shadow of the ceiling is the bedroom lamp, and the curtains will move because the wind blows, and there is no one hidden behind you. If you think so, aren't you so scared when you sleep at night?"

Zhou Qishen was choked by himself, and his right hand clenched into a fist, pressing down his cough with his lips.

As soon as he lowered his eyes, he naturally missed Zhao Xiyin's expression. With a faint smile, a small arc appeared on the corner of his lips and flashed away.

When we left the auditorium, the sunset was over, and there was only a dim light of dusk in the gaps between the jade building and the jade pavilion.

The two of them were separated by two steps in front and back. Zhao Xiyin was slender. At this angle, it was like borrowing light. The white dress was covered with a light gold. The summer night was filled with the hustle and bustle. He remembered that it was also like this summer evening. They were honeymooned in Bali. Zhao Xiyin was chasing waves by the sea, smiling like flowers. Suddenly, he turned his head, and opened his right hand in a gun-shaped manner, and said, "Brother Zhou!"

Such a focused smile, curling love like a wave, and it was given to him alone.

Zhou Qishen looked at her back and felt so painful.

"Xiyin." He quickly followed and said calmly: "Take you to a place."

In the car, her cell phone rang over and over again, Ding Yahe and Dai Yunxin. The relay races one after another made her palm numb. When Zhou Qishen was at the red light intersection, he pulled the handbrake, then crossed the center console, took off her cell phone directly, and turned off the phone in a few seconds.

When the phone came back, he said, "Clean for a while."

Zhao Xiyin was stunned for a moment, and then started to laugh. When she smiled, Zhou Qishen felt relieved.

The road looks familiar, Zhao Xiyin asked: "Where is this going?"

Zhou Qishen did not answer. After two traffic lights, he parked his car into the underground warehouse, and then took her to the elevator to the top floor. The new buildings in Beijing were more gorgeous and brighter than the other, but Zhao Xiyin was still shocked by the golden and blue atmosphere of this shopping mall.

Zhou Qishen was familiar with the road and took her to the innermost point. When Zhao Xiyin saw it, she felt complicated. The four words "The Haunted House of the Seal" were hanging at the top. The simple entrance decoration also set off a strange atmosphere.

The theme hall is newly opened, and there are not many customers at this time. Zhao Xiyin hesitated and turned around and asked, "Do you want to go in?"

Zhou Qishen still said the same thing, "Accompany you."

He always knew that Zhao Xiyin liked to play these things. Who doesn’t have any hobbies? Some people are obsessed with gambling on cards and tables, and some people love to watch the sea. They don’t have a small joy.

Zhao Xiyin pursed her lips, her eyes still brightened, her head tilted slightly, and her eyes fell to his eyes, "You think about it."

The haunted house is really realistic and scary, and the imitation of the hospital theme quotes the best scene construction. Even after Zhao Xiyin came out, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back. She let out a light breath and turned around.

Zhou Qi's forehead was slightly wet, and he was raising his hand to loosen the collar of his shirt.

He was caught and froze, then smiled helplessly. Zhao Xiyin couldn't help but laughed. Returning to the car, the night was completely deep, Zhao Xiyin leaned against the back of the chair, put his finger on the window ridge, and tapped it gently comfortably and relaxedly.

Zhou Qishen asked: "Are you feeling better?"

Zhao Xiyin withdrew her hand and subconsciously sat down a little.

Zhou Qishen focused on driving, not paying attention to her subtle changes. He only said: "Don't think too much about anything else. Whether to dance or not is your own business. Choosing a way to live is also your business. No one can make any decisions for you."

Zhao Xiyin nodded and said "yes" very lightly.

"Teacher Dai is very dedicated. You have been in love with her master-disciple for so many years, and you know better than me. She is sincere in her goodwill for you. Don't blame or rift for this, it's not worth it." Zhou Qishen's side face was trapped in the soft light and shadow. His voice was very low, calm and clear, and had a sense of comforting power.

Zhao Xiyin's voice tightened, "I know."

Turn right at two intersections and arrive at her community. Zhou Qishen slowed down his car and asked her: "Do you want me to send it in?"

Zhao Xiyin was distracted and did not answer immediately.

Zhou Qishen stopped by the road consciously, "Then let it be, slow down on the road."

Zhao Xiyin got out of the car and heard Zhou Qishen call her, "Xiao Xi."

She turned around.

The car window slid down, and his side face was dizzy by the light, with a deep outline and passionate look. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Zhou Qishen said calmly: "It's okay, come back."

Zhao Xiyin arrived home, and Zhao Wenchun was writing at her desk.

She walked closer and saw it and was amused, "Teacher Zhao is practicing calligraphy."

Zhao Wenchun raised his eyebrows and was very proud, "How is it written?"

Teacher Zhao’s running script is unique, with flexible style and soul. Zhao Xiyin looks left and right, “The words are okay, but this poem does not fit your situation.”

"An old horse is in the stable, but his ambition is thousands of miles away." Teacher Zhao is sad about spring and autumn, and the mediocre people are disturbing themselves.

Zhao Xiyin can coax people, climbed onto his father's shoulders, and said seriously: "Don't think about it, you are so old. Besides, if you really have great ambitions, you have realized it long ago when you were young, and it is not the turn of now. You have lived through most of your life, feel comfortable and don't cause trouble for others. This is a great blessing and merit. Teacher Zhao is the best, Teacher Zhao, my idol."

Zhao Wenchun laughed out loud, there was no way, there was no way to deal with her daughter. You know that she was just talking nonsense, but she could just talk nonsense and be able to understand people's hearts.

Zhao Xiyin collected his words and spread the rice paper again. Her back was straight, her figure was beautiful, she grinded her pen, and she looked very good. The beauty was in her bones and skin. Zhao Xiyin learned the warmth of her personality from her father. She had been dancing for twenty years and was very good at her profession. When she was in a good position, she would inevitably compete with herself. Only those who had experienced it would understand how important it is to accompany a light of a pointing lamp, warm the spark, and have a free world in her heart.

Zhao Wenchun was intrigued and wanted to know what his daughter would write.

Zhao Xiyin's running script was also taught by him. She is a perfect match and cannot be misled by experts, but among most people, she can still be intimidating. She wrote and completed it in one go.

"I want to eat fried noodles"

Zhao Wenchun laughed out loud and patted her hand, "Naughty."
To be continued...