On the way to Shen Zhiqian's house, Ning Qingqing drove seriously while looking ahead, without saying a word all the way.

"Qingqing, are you unhappy?" A man's voice came from beside him, his voice was lower than usual after drinking.

"No." Ning Qingqing said, and turned on the car radio.

Shen Zhiqian usually likes to listen to the financial channel, and Ning Qingqing is also used to listening to financial channels on the road with him. At this moment, a report inside broke into the eardrum—

"Gu Youchen, the heir of the Gu Corporation, returned to China today. This may be a sign that the Gu Corporation will shift its focus to China..."

When Ning Qingqing heard this sentence, she subconsciously looked at the man beside her.

Sure enough, when Shen Zhiqian heard the name Gu Youchen, his brows frowned, and the temperature in the car seemed to drop by two degrees.

She was about to change the channel, but Shen Zhiqian pressed her hand, and the man said coldly: "I want to hear what news he has!"

Ning Qingqing didn't move anymore, and continued to drive, but the man she saw at Lanyue Clubhouse today involuntarily appeared in her mind.

It's strange to say that she met Gu Youchen when she was in high school, and she never paid attention to him after he went abroad. She didn't expect that she could still recognize him at a glance after not seeing him for several years.

Different from Shen Zhiqian's fierce and unruly facial features, and sometimes lazy, sometimes flamboyant temperament, Gu Youchen's eyebrows are more refined, and his body has a unique temperament, like the snow on the top of a mountain, clear and untainted by dust.

Because of the complicated history of the wealthy family, and the fact that Shen Zhiqian and Gu Youchen are similar in age, the two have been compared since they were young.

Gradually, the two have almost become incompatible.

Of course, this is the information Ning Qingqing got from Shen Zhiqian unilaterally.

At this moment, the cell phone of the man beside him vibrated. For some reason, Ning Qingqing subconsciously glanced at the screen that Shen Zhiqian had just unlocked.

It was the WeChat friend verification interface. There was a pink round profile picture on it. Ning Qingqing was a little far away and couldn't see the WeChat name clearly.

Shen Zhiqian by his side took a look, without doing anything, he just threw the phone aside without any emotional fluctuations.

He seemed to be a little tired after drinking, and he leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Just like that all the way to Shen Zhiqian's community, the privacy here is very good, all are from the underground parking lot to the large flat floor of the owner's room.

Ning Qingqing parked the car and handed Shen Zhiqian's bag to him: "Go to bed early at night."

But the man didn't move, he held Ning Qingqing's hand: "Qingqing, what happened?"

He tried his best to recall what happened today, but he didn't think of anything that would affect Ning Qingqing's mood, so he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ning Qingqing nodded accordingly: "Auntie is here."

"Then don't go home, follow me to rest." Shen Zhiqian said, got out of the car and went around to Ning Qingqing's seat, leaned over to unbuckle the other person's seat belt, and stretched out his arms to hug him out.

Ning Qingqing raised her hand to push her away, but her aunt was too weak when she came, and after a while of discomfort passed, Shen Zhiqian had already put her in front of the elevator.

It was a little late, and it was not that she had never lived in Shen Zhiqian's apartment, so Ning Qingqing was too lazy to refuse, so she just went up with others.

She went to the guest room to put down her bag, came out of the shower, and found Shen Zhiqian in her room.

He held a bowl of brown sugar **** tea in his hand: "Qingqing, does your stomach hurt? Drink this first."

Under the light, the aggressiveness in the man's eyebrows and eyes turned into tenderness.

Ning Qingqing took the bowl and drank it in two or three gulps. She wanted to wash the dishes but was stopped by the man: "I'll do it later."

After he finished speaking, he stretched his arms around Ning Qingqing's waist naturally from behind, his warm palms fell on her lower abdomen, and his chin rested on her shoulder: "Tell me, Qingqing, why are you unhappy today?"

Suddenly wrapped in warmth, Ning Qingqing sighed from the bottom of her heart. Maybe she can communicate with him again, about them, about the future.

After all, they have been together for nine years, and Shen Zhiqian has treated her very well, and he has never done anything that made her feel uneasy.

"Zhiqian, my 25th birthday is coming soon." Ning Qingqing looked into Shen Zhiqian's eyes from the mirror: "It is said that 25 is a hurdle, it seems that 25 is not so young."

"Is it because of this that you are unhappy?" Shen Zhiqian's low laughter fell into her ear, and he changed his hand to warm Ning Qingqing's stomach: "In my eyes, our family Qingqing is the most beautiful, even in the future Old and beautiful!"

Hearing him say 'old', Ning Qingqing asked subconsciously: "Then what do you think we will be doing after many years?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqian was in a daze for a moment, then kissed Ning Qingqing's side face under his eyes: "Not to mention old, we are still young."

"En." Ning Qingqing replied, her body was still warm, but the flame in her heart had gradually begun to extinguish.

"You drank alcohol today, go to bed early, I have to get up early tomorrow." She said, coming out of Shen Zhiqian's arms.

"Okay, Qingqing good night." After the man said, he watched Ning Qingqing lie down, then turned off the light and closed the door.

In the room, Ning Qingqing looked at the darkness and let out a breath slowly.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, the phone rang continuously. Realizing that she forgot to turn off the phone, Ning Qingqing got up and picked up the phone, and saw that the high school class group that was relatively active when the group was first established a few years ago suddenly became lively.

As soon as she clicked in, she saw a red envelope reminder. Perhaps because it was too late, her brain short-circuited, and when she realized it, Ning Qingqing had already clicked on the red envelope.

39.7 yuan.

Such a big lucky red envelope is really rare, but Ning Qingqing's pupils suddenly tightened when she saw the head of the red envelope.

If she read this avatar correctly, she had seen it on Shen Zhiqian's wechat friend application interface two hours ago.

A pink round profile picture, nicknamed 'Sunny'.

Ning Qingqing remembered that she had added friends to all her high school classmates, but this one was obviously a stranger.

But without her going through the records, someone has already solved the identity of the other party for her—

"Ahhh, thank you goddess! This is the first time I have received so many WeChat red envelopes!"

"The goddess returns to the country to develop, and the classmate association will be set up to welcome the goddess!"

"Beauty Luoqing, when do you have time? We must attend on time to see the beauty of the goddess!"

Next, the "Sunny Sky" replied after sending dozens of red envelopes in a row: "I can do it, but I still need to adapt to the time when I just returned to China, so my manager gave me a week off."

"Wow, it just so happens that the weekend is Teacher Xu's birthday, shall we have a class reunion on that day? Celebrate the teacher's birthday, and welcome Luo Qing!" the monitor said excitedly.

The bottom one echoes.

'Sunny Sky' also replied: "Okay, Saturday, I'll be fine that day."

Seeing this, the squad leader directly informed everyone: "Students, at the class reunion at 3 o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Si Luoqing's big star will participate. Everyone is eager to sign up!"

Ning Qingqing knew that almost all of her high school classmates were promoted directly from the junior high school, so many of them and Si Luoqing should be junior high school classmates. It is estimated that someone has the contact information of the other party, so they are drawn to this group. It's just that she doesn't go to her junior high school group, what's the purpose of coming to their group?

Just when Ning Qingqing was about to leave the group chat directly, someone suddenly attacked her.

Lu Yue: "Hey, Qingqing also received a red envelope? So Qingqing will definitely come on Saturday, right?"

Ning Qingqing hoped that time could go back two minutes, back to the second before she accidentally clicked on the red envelope.

But it's a done deal, she can only reply: "Maybe I will go on a business trip, let's see when the time comes, and I will try to get there."

Lu Yue said: "We must fight for it! You haven't come to our school when Si Luoqing transferred to another school, but our current class girl can't miss the beauty party, right?"

She sent another message: "Oh, by the way, Luo Qing had a very good relationship with Senior Shen before, you should have heard Senior Shen mention it."

Ning Qingqing snorted coldly, but replied with her hand: "Really? I haven't heard of it, so I'll ask Zhiqian later."

At this time, a classmate said: "Luo Qing, I remember you talked to Senior Shen before?"

As soon as the words fell, the class group was completely silent for a moment.

But soon, Si Luoqing came back with an unclear attitude: "I haven't seen Zhiqian in a few years, he must be more handsome."

There was booing below.

Ning Qingqing directly posted a photo of Shen Zhiqian in the group.

In the photo, the man was wearing a crisp suit and tie, but he seemed to be turning his head to look at something. When the camera captured him, he was rolling his eyes.

"Zhiqian claims that there are no dead angles at 359 degrees, and this is the only dead angle."

After Ning Qingqing sent this sentence, she directly quit WeChat.

Next door, Shen Zhiqian didn't know that his ugly photos were sent to the class group.

He came out of the shower and was brushing his hair when his cell phone rang. It was a call from a stranger.

Not many people knew his private mobile phone number, so he simply hung up. But the phone rang again.

He picked it up with a frown, and there was already a bit of hostility in his eyes: "Who is it?"

A gentle female voice came from inside, but the ending was very flat, showing that she was pretending to be close but reserved her identity: "Qian, I am Luo Qing, I am back."

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqian continued to wipe his hair, his eyes still full of indifference: "Oh, Luo Qing...who is it?"

A low sigh came from the other end, and he continued: "Zhiqian, I saw your photo in the class group of Class 1, Grade 13. I haven't seen you for many years. You are indeed more handsome than before."

Shen Zhiqian said lightly: "Are you on the phone?"

Si Luoqing said: "I sent a WeChat friend to verify and pass it. I return to China to develop, and there may still be a lot of cooperation in the future."

"Business?" Shen Zhiqian said, "Let your manager add me as my secretary. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"Okay." Si Luoqing said: "Meet the classmates."

Shen Zhiqian had already hung up the phone.

He remembered that he hadn't joined Ning Qingqing's class group, so he sent a message to Fa Xiao: "Pull me into your class group."

Soon, news came one after another, Shen Zhiqian entered the group chat, and saw that his photo had been turned into an emoji—

"A 359-degree man with no dead ends, you deserve it."

Shen Zhiqian pressed his forehead and rubbed it, got up and walked to the next door.

The door of Ning Qingqing's room was closed tightly, and there seemed to be no movement at all inside.

He had no choice but to go back to the room, only to find that the class group was blown up because of his joining.

"Ahh, senior Shen is here? Senior Shen, our Saturday class reunion, are you coming too? Both Qingqing and Luoqing are going!"

Since Shen Zhiqian just came in, he didn't know that Ning Qingqing didn't agree to go to the classmate reunion at all, so he could only ask: "Qingqing said she wants to attend?"

That Lu Yue quickly responded: "Well, Qingqing said she was going on time, so the seniors are coming too?"

Shen Zhiqian responded: "Okay, send me the time and place."

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