He Mingzhen knew Xia Wei, and a long time ago when Zhao Jinchuan was still normal, he had also brought him out to meet her.

  Zhao Jinchuan is a person, no one knows better than He Mingci. Under the guise of not getting married to deal with his family, he indulges in debauchery outside. Day and night, he hangs out in bars and clubs, has been with all sorts of women, but none can capture Zhao Jinchuan's heart.

  Until Xia Wei's appearance.

  But Zhao Jinchuan often fell ill and would always torment others like a cruel tyrant, leaving them battered and bruised.

  He Mingzhen didn't seem too surprised to hear the name from him, and instead thought it was a very ordinary thing. The two of them waited for a while at the elevator entrance.

  "Don't let me hear that you've lost someone again." He Mingzhen's tone was light with a hint of helplessness.

  He's used to this kind of thing happening.

  Zhao Jin Chuan irritably put his hand into his pocket, then took it out again, but in the end still couldn't find what he was looking for. He let his hands hang down by his sides and muttered: "I have my own measure."

  "It's always like this." He Mingzhen squatted down, picked up the few capsule-like things that Zhao Jinchuan had just dropped, and stuffed them back into his hand.

  "I know, I'll try to be moderate."

  Zhao Jin Chuan furrowed his brow and clenched those few pills as he walked towards the corridor.

  The news of Wen Jing's hospitalization was not made known to Wen Qi, which was his own wish.

  In the evening, He Mingzhen arrived at the school gate as scheduled and took Wen Qi back home. Along the way, they didn't mention anything about Wen Jianzhong.

  And she was a complete fool, didn't care about Wen Jianzhong not being at home, just thought he was busy with surgery.

  "This old man is not at home again..." Wen Qi knew there was no one in the house as soon as she opened the door.

  Wen Jianzhong is at home and will turn on the TV to watch the news, so the house won't be so quiet.

  When entering the door, He Mingzhen was a bit hesitant. Wen Qi said and went out to pull his arm, "Come in, what are you standing there for?"

  "I'm not going in."

  As for Wen Jianzhong's home, He Mingzhen was resistant and only stood at the door, helping her put down her luggage before leaving.

  Affected.

  Wen Qi roughly pulled his arm and said, "At home, it's usually just me, no one else, what are you afraid of?"

  He Mingzhen was dragged in, and immediately afterwards, the door behind him was closed with a heavy thud.

  "It seems like I can eat you up."

  Wen Qi muttered a sentence, led him into the living room, pointed to the sofa and said: "Sit here and wait for me, I'll change my clothes and come down right away."

  "Uh-huh."

  He Mingzhen responded lightly, her eyes darting to one side, and before she knew it, someone had kissed her.

  Wen Qi couldn't help but burst out laughing, as if comforting a big dog, and reached out to touch his face. This face had never been touched before, and now it suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, making her feel somewhat unaccustomed.

  He Mingzhen smiled and gazed at her, putting her hand in his palm to caress it, his voice lazy and magnetic: "Want me to clean you up here?"

  "No!" Wen Qi's face turned red as she quickly pulled back her hand and ran upstairs.

  He narrowed his eyes and stared in the direction of the stairs, saying softly: "Slow down, don't fall."

  "Got it! Got it!"

  With a "bang", Wen Qi slammed the door shut and locked herself in her room.

  Leaning against the door with a layer of board in between, her heart was pounding non-stop.

  The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated, and Wen Qi took it out to see a message from Song Zhi Dong. The empty chat interface only had one short sentence.

  I'm back in our country, sister.