The fallen leaves know autumn, and the moon cages the veil. This should have been a good night.

Zhou Qishen pulled Zhao Xiyin from the private room to the corridor, and turned into an empty room in a daze. Then he threw her onto the sofa, pressing the door panel with a snap, separating the light and sound from the outside world.

Zhao Xiyin was thrown away by him. Before he could recover, Zhou Qishen bent down again.

The left hand was shackled and she didn't move. She touched the collar of her shirt with her right hand, and she pulled and pulled. The black tie was like a flowing stream along her neck, obediently wrapped around Zhou Qishen's fingers.

"What are you doing? Oh!" Zhao Xiyin's wrist hurts, and she curses: "Zhou Qishen, you bastard!"

Zhou Qishen tied her up with a tie, unable to relieve her hatred, and tied her a dead knot. Finally, he sat back on the sofa by the door, raised his legs and lit matches. He smoked silently.

There was no light on in the room, and the light coming in evenly outside was eclipsed, covering Zhou Qishen with a subtle existence. Zhou Qishen’s facial features were already three-dimensional, and under the faint light and shadow, the layers were more distinct. The man pulled off two buttons in his shirt, revealing his neat collarbone and slightly convex Adam’s apple.

He narrowed his eyes slightly in the fire, his eyes focused on her with a cool and cool look.

Zhao Xiyin was tied with her hands in a tie and twisted hard to try to get up. The comparison of quiet and moving made people feel particularly humiliated. After finally standing up, she ran to Zhou Qishen regardless of the matter and kicked her hard, "You are perverted, let go!"

Zhou Qi's injured leg was still hurting. This girl was so cruel that she was desperate every time she tried.

Seeing that his brows were slightly frowning, his face was filled with pain, and the strength on his feet immediately decreased by five points. He asked angrily: "Did you unlock it, do you solve it?"

Zhou Qishen was unmoved and smoked smoke, and he directly crushed his fingers to extinguish him.

Zhao Xiyin did not stop and started to shed tears, cried loudly, and sobbed, "You bastard, you know how to bully me."

Zhou Qishen was frustrated and internally injured, "Zhao Xiyin, who will bully whom tonight? I will be bullied to death by you one day."

Zhao Xiyin choked up, "I play with me, and I don't spend your money. No matter how bad you get here, you blame you, just blame you!"

Zhou Qishen was so angry that he was dizzy, "Why didn't I see it before? Do you still like to play role-playing? What kind of man, if you wear Armani, you will become the president?"

Zhao Xiyin retorted, "Don't insult others. They rely on their skills to get commissions, and they are not humble at all. What's wrong with the fake president? What's wrong with the real president? Isn't it a pervert who is heartbroken?"

Zhou Qishen stood up while slapped the table and made a very fierce look.

Zhao Xiyin was so scared by his sudden action that he retreated repeatedly, fearful and angry, and shouted with his neck in his mouth, "What are you doing? Are you going to hit me again?"

The needle tip is a wheat horn, killing one move.

Zhou Qishen almost fell down instantly, his anger just now stopped, and his heart was both painful and regretful. His face changed so much that it became paler. After many years, the untouchable tragedy of the old days was condensed and summarized by Zhao Xiyin's words, like a cannonball, rumbling and shaking, and its power was still infinite.

Finally it's time to face it calmly.

Zhou Qishen's breath was deep, what he sucked in was pressure, what he vomited was nervous, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was even trembling, "Xiaoxi, I didn't mean it back then."

Zhao Xiyin's feelings seemed to be not as difficult as she imagined. She accused her vigorously and reflected quietly. Finally, her heart was filled with tides, calm and did not cause huge waves.

"Zhou Qishen." She stretched out her hand, her black tie wrapped around her fair skin, and said quietly: "Unlock it for me."

In this regard, how dare you be arrogant?

Zhou Qishen lowered his head, and when he touched her hand, his fingers trembled.

After several years of joining the army, he was able to be good at all skills. Zhou Qishen had outstanding abilities and could compete for a ranking in the team in any competition. He was well-educated in tactical unraveling skills. After getting married, he simply used it on Zhao Xiyin.

At that time, there were no tie, there were special ropes, red and beautiful, and that was the best time for them to live in a drunken and dream of death, and they didn't know tomorrow.

After a few strokes, the tie on his wrist was untied, and Zhou Qishen took a breath, "Okay."

Zhao Xiyin tightened his tie and did not return it. Then he grabbed him with his back hand, and then returned it as if it was. The tie was tangled around the man's wrist, and he beat the knot as if he was venting hatred. Zhao Xiyin tied it while scolding, "Tie you to death, tie you into a big crab, steam it and braised it, and fry it in a oil pan!"

Zhou Qishen did not blink his eyes and just said, "Don't listen to your aunt."

Zhao Xiyin was sweating all over her forehead and said with a angrily voice: "At least she won't hurt me."

Zhou Qishen frowned and said, "Your group is going to be assessed, and it is easy to get into danger when you go to this place. If you really want to play, at least come back after the result is settled. Your aunt doesn't understand your current situation, but you have to think carefully yourself."

Zhao Xiyin lowered her head and smiled brightly, "That's right, come again next week."

Zhou Qishen looked calm, "Well, I'll come back next week."

"What are you here to do?"

"Be the top card."

Zhao Xiyin was dumbfounded and admired the man's shamelessness. Zhou Qi was deeply ejaculated and suddenly lowered his head, touching her forehead with his forehead, and his breathing was tangled together, light and hot.

Zhao Xiyin seemed to have been lit and did not move.

Zhou Qishen's voice was hoarse, "Xiaoxi."

Zhao Xiyin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then bent her knees and raised her legs, and pushed hard into his abdomen. All the movements in her eyes left, leaving only a firm tone, and her powerful eyes could not hide her fragility and sadness. She said:

"Zhou Qishen, I don't want to be slapped by my aunt again."

It was quiet for a long time until the ringtone in the bag rang.

Zhao Xiyin calmed down and searched in her bag with her hands trembling. The WeChat video reminder was over and over again, and the sound was sometimes loud and sometimes small. The bag she carried today was not deep, but it seemed like that. The more anxious she was, the more she became messy. When she found her phone, her fingers might have just touched the answer, and the child's crisp voice was naturally loud and clear.

Zhou Qishen dared not be completely sure, it seemed like auditory hallucinations, like quicksand passing through his ears, and it seemed that he was calling—

"Mommy!"

Zhao Xiyin's movements were too fast, and the moment he took the phone out of his bag, he immediately cut it off. The signal was probably not good, and the cassette was like a sizzling noise. Zhou Qishen was suspicious, but he felt that it was his tinnitus. He stared at Zhao Xiyin in a daze, frowned deeply, and had a serious expression.

Zhao Xiyin calmly, without any panic, put her phone back in her bag and walked out openly.

This night was like an episode. When I recalled after dawn, it was absurd and unreal, with only a few ripples left. After she accidentally connected the video, Zhou Qishen became like a devil and did not catch up with him to make trouble.

Zhao Lingxia probably didn't go back to the hotel last night because she sent a driver to wait for Zhao Xiyin at the door. Perhaps she fell in love with a man who had just started to be a man, or perhaps she was busy with business and was disdainful to sink into the world.

Not all people are like this. After tasting freshness, they still have their own life to live. They are innovative and innovative, and they are not so carefree and calm. Return to the original track, and the fireworks of the world are the main business.

Zhao Xiyin danced as usual, and the training volume became larger and larger. When she was resting halfway through the day, she picked up her phone and looked at it. Surprisingly, Ding Yahe sent her a message two hours ago.

"Xiaoxi, thank you."

Five words, how dazzling Zhao Xiyin looks at it. The lawyer's letter was withdrawn, and Ni Rui left with a decent amount. The face of a girl was preserved in the rumors. At this moment, she believed that Ding Yahe's thank you was true.

She complained in her heart and also made a self-deprecating joke. Where can I find such a foolish sucker like her?

Zhao Xiyin hated that she was not cruel enough and endured humiliation for more than ten years, which made Ding Yahe uneasy and her wish came true. These intense emotions caused a huge wave in her heart, and after surging down, they returned to a pool of stagnant water.

Emotions were ups and downs, and Zhao Xiyin suddenly felt that life was boring.

Ding Yahe’s new message: “I sent two boxes of peaches, and you will receive express delivery these two days.”

Zhao Xiyin's throat was sore. She didn't like to eat peaches, but Zhao Wenchun liked to eat them. She didn't need to ask. Ding Yahe seemed to know her thoughts. After a while, a large paragraph of words came:

"Xiaorui had an operation. The first time she was scratched, and she was scratched for the second time. The child was stimulated after the accident. He made a fuss with me every day, crying and laughing. I didn't dare to take her home and recuperate at her grandmother's house. After the confinement period, I returned to Beijing. Xiaoxi, if Ni Xingzhuo comes to ask you, please keep it confidential."

Zhao Xiyin deleted all the information after reading it.

Ding Yahe seems to never understand a truth. It is actually a kind of rude to force her own mistakes and life insights to others. Do not do to others what she does not want others to do to her. The truth is simple, but there are always few who can truly achieve the unity of knowledge and action.

Cen Yue handed her water cup over and rubbed her shoulder, "What are you looking at? You're so fascinated?"

Zhao Xiyin shook her phone and said, "Delete information."

Cen Yueyuan turned her eyes cleverly, turned her head toward her, and asked in a low voice: "What's the name of the man I met that day?"

Zhao Xiyin didn't react for a while, "Who?"

With four eyes facing each other, Cen Yue blinked at her.

"Oh, oh!" Zhao Xiyin nodded, "You said Gu Heping?"

Cen Yue smiled, "His name is Gu Heping. What a name that feels like a time."

"Their family has produced many soldiers, and they are all in this tone." Zhao Xiyin only knows about it. She heard Zhou Qishen say something a long time ago. His sister is called Gu Anning and his brother is called Gu Jiangong. Anyway, they are all righteous.

The unfathomable background is also mysterious to explain. The words are too profound, and she seems to be so awe-inspiring. In short, Gu Heping should be considered a serious child in the big courtyard.

Zhao Xiyin suddenly frowned and looked suspicious, "Little Moon, what should I do if I know so clearly?"

Cen Yue smiled, "I'm curious, I think he looks pretty."

Zhao Xiyin pursed her lips and her expression suddenly became serious, "Don't be fooled by his appearance."

Cen Yue asked: "Will he lie to me?"

When Zhao Xiyin heard her, she knew something bad, but she didn't beat Gu Heping to death with just one blow. She just said objectively: "I don't know, but he has deceived many people."

Cen Yue touched her ears, lowered her head and smiled, and she was very fox.

After the training, Zhao Xiyin asked Cen Yue, "Do you go and eat hot pot? Didn't you yell at me last time?"

"I won't go." Cen Yue put her bag on her back early and flicked her head, "I have something to do."

Zhao Xiyin thought she was a little strange and sneaky.

There was no appointment here, Zhao Xiyin wandered to Li Ran's studio, with a bunch of express boxes and samples. Xiaoshun squatted on the ground and whispered. Seeing her coming, she stretched out her neck and shouted: "Sister Xi, please have fun first. Manager Li has gone on a date. I will take you to dinner after I finish my work."

Zhao Xiyin kicked the waste paper box at her feet and walked over to help, "It's okay, don't care about me. She's on a date? Where can I do it?"

"It seems like a man is chasing her recently. Hey, it's not considered chasing her. I think Sister Ran is very happy to flirt with her." Xiaoshun pulled the transparent glue and tied the paper box twice.

Zhao Xiyin asked: "It was the last time? That graduate student from Renmin University?"

Xiaoshun stopped his movements and recalled with great difficulty, "Oh, oh! No, Sister Ran said he had body odor, which was fatal."

She couldn't find the answer, but Zhao Xiyin was not very relieved. Sometimes she felt that Li Ran was actually a bit like the young version of Zhao Lingxia, who was devoted to her career, had friends from all over the world, and had a bold and cheerful personality. Her wisdom in love was very simple, and there were many people chasing her, but in my impression, what Li Ran really liked was the married senior brother.

"The store's Double Eleven sales are good. Sister Ran said she would take us to Bali for a trip." Xiao Shun blinked, "Sister Xi, are you going?"
To be continued...