Spear Teacher

After dealing with the matters in S City, Qi Yu immediately rushed back to the seaside apartment where the program team was located.

It was already late when he arrived, and the live broadcasting tasks of the program team had also been completed.

He got out of the Panamera with the license plate number [沪A·886SB], and just as he was about to step in, he was stopped by a voice from the car:

"Mr. Qi."

Zhao Jin hurriedly got out of the main driver's seat with him, with a slightly worried expression:

"The old man's side..."

"Tsk..."

After dealing with those matters in S City, his patience had already run out. Now that he was stopped by Secretary Zhao, Qi Yu was naturally in a bad mood.

He frowned slightly, but just waved impatiently at Zhao Jin, and his tone was calm as if a storm was coming:

"Now it's only me here."

After saying that, he ignored Zhao Jin behind him and entered the dimly lit Donglian Apartment without looking back.

"......"

Zhao Jin, who was left alone in the wind, could only quietly look at the tall figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist, revealing a motherly smile:

"This is the first time that the young master has lost control like this..."

——

In the apartment.

Qi Yu watched the live broadcast on the way here and confirmed that the man was not in the room.

So when he came to the top floor, he walked straight past the two people's room without hesitation and strode towards the open-air garden.

But before he reached the door, he vaguely heard the conversation between the two.

Only when he got closer could he hear clearly that in the middle of the night, Fang Xubai, the kid, actually sneaked up to the top floor while he was away.

What else:

"Brother Qi is really something, how could he leave without saying goodbye, and he was gone for three days, causing you to be criticized so badly, and he didn't come out to clarify for you..."

Listening to his green tea speech that was obviously trying to make him look bad, Qi Yu laughed instead of getting angry.

He simply leaned lazily against the door frame with his arms crossed, and looked at the two people in the middle of the garden with interest.

"Boy, you are a green tea, right?"

Although his expression was playful, his tone was undisguised and stern.

As soon as the words fell, the two people in the garden immediately turned their heads alertly.

"Qi Yu?!"

Jiang Qiyu clung to the frame of the hanging basket, his eyes shining.

"Qi, Brother Qi?!"

Fang Xubai opened his eyes wide, his expression was obviously surprised:

"Brother Qi, why are you back at this time?"

Qi Yu slightly curled his lips when he heard the words, and walked towards the two people with long legs:

"I just want to listen to you two running to the rooftop in the middle of the night..."

As he spoke, he came to the two people in two or three steps.

With his right hand, he held Jiang Qiyu's slightly swaying hanging basket, and with his left hand, he gently placed his shoulder on Fang Xubai's shoulder. He said in a low voice and a flat tone:

"What are you talking about me?"

"Nothing..."

Fang Xubai's whole body froze, and he felt that the hand casually placed on his shoulder seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He stiffened his neck and waved his hands repeatedly:

"Nothing..."

It's just that he admitted his mistake in time, but he couldn't resist the fact that someone around him confessed faster.

Jiang Qiyu immediately jumped down from the hanging basket with a smile on her face upon hearing this, and quickly drew a line between herself and Fang Xubai beside her, and righteously accused him:

"He said that you left without saying goodbye."

After that, she raised her hands to prove her innocence:

"I didn't say anything."

Seeing that Sister Qiyu had drawn a line between herself and him, Fang Xubai also spread his hands and revealed his true thoughts:

"That's right, it was Brother Qi who suddenly disappeared without a word, I don't know why those people outside blamed Sister Qiyu."

After that, he didn't forget to add a sentence to prove himself:

"I was just afraid that Sister Qiyu would be sad if she knew, so I came to comfort her..."

Qi Yu narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did you know about this?"

"I overheard it from the staff."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the person next to him. Jiang Qiyu, with her mouth tightly shut, then turned her gaze back to Fang Xubai:

"How did she know?"

Fang Xubai said without hesitation: "Of course I told Sister Qiyu."

"So if you don't tell her, she won't know."

"Hey (↗)"

For a moment, Fang Xubai's little head was a little bit overwhelmed, and he frowned and thought for a long time:

"......Wait!"

Suddenly, he seemed to have figured something out, and raised his hand to indicate:

"But after the show is over, won't she know?"

Qi Yu said slowly: "I came back before the show was over, and the rumors were broken by themselves. How could she know?"

"Hiss..."

"Hey - harmony brings wealth harmony brings wealth..."

Jiang Qiyu hurried forward to smooth things over when she saw this, and said to the man who seemed to be about to startThe smart young man waved his hand:

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back to bed."

Fang Xubai is a good kid, but he doesn't have much heart.

If he continues to talk to Qi Yu, I'm afraid his CPU will burn out.

After coaxing Fang Xubai away, Jiang Qiyu turned around with her arms around her, squinting at the man standing in the middle of the garden with one hand in his pocket.

"..."

He was wearing a loose casual brand. Although his expression was a little unhappy, his dark eyes were reflected by the dim light, which weakened the sharpness brought by the three-dimensional bone structure.

I have to admit that this man is really something.

While she was observing him calmly, Qi Yu also raised his eyebrows and looked back.

She was wearing a pure cotton home clothes of the same color, wrapped tightly from head to toe, not even half an inch of her ankles were exposed.

But he still managed to find a little bit of charm from her half-dried hair and half-covered white neck.

Even this little bit, under the dim light, was enough to make him instantly let go of all the mess.

Qi Yu's eyes became softer, staring at her and slowing down his voice:

"Did you see the message I sent you?"

Jiang Qiyu nodded: "I saw it."

"You sent it last night, why didn't you reply to me?"

"Because I can't read."

After saying that, she thought for a while and added:

"Don't worry, I've learned the finals."

"Can't you be serious for a minute?"

Qi Yu rolled his eyes at her unhappily, and without looking at her again, he turned around and sat on the chair next to him.

Jiang Qiyu immediately ran over and sat back in the hanging basket, and said faintly:

"Actually, I feel nervous every time I want to talk to you. I'm only like this with you. I don't know what's wrong."

Her two legs swayed lightly in the air, and then she poked her head out and looked at Qi Yu with a smile:

"Maybe this is called... love is wanting to touch but pulling back."

Faced with her obviously not so serious nonsense, Qi Yu was not annoyed, but just raised his head slightly and looked at the dark night sky.

"..."

After a long time, he slowly spoke in Jiang Qiyu's puzzled eyes:

"Do you like me?"

"Of course!"

For the young master's three million commission, Jiang Qiyu was not subtle at all, and some clichés came out:

"I used to be a love-brained person, and I just had an operation to remove the love-brained person. Now I like you without a brain."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and made a heart shape to him in a very greasy way.

But this seductive glance seemed to fall on deaf ears. Facing her attack, Qi Yu didn't even look away, still looking up at the sky.

Suddenly, he said lightly:

"What if there was no three million?"

The clear line between the man's prominent Adam's apple and jawline was so eye-catching that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Jiang Qiyu was a little distracted, and could only reply subconsciously:

"What, what?"

"I say."

Qi Yu slowly turned his head to meet her eyes, and his deep voice was carried to her ears with the warm night breeze:

"If there was no three million, would you still like me?"