However, just as she put down the computer, she suddenly saw something familiar on her desk.

A letter.

Gu Qinger only felt his temples rushing, picked up the letter and threw it away in the trash can next to him.

However, when she finished taking a shower and returned to the bedroom, she saw that the trash can had been knocked over. Maomao was using the waste paper balls in the trash can as a ball of hair, having a lot of fun, and was still stepping on the letter she had just thrown away.

Gu Qinger frowned, stepped forward and picked up the cat and put it back on the bed, picked up another piece of paper and threw it to him.

When he turned around and his eyes fell on the letter again, Gu Qinger paused and picked it up.

When separated, it is still a familiar handwriting-

Sorry, I never thought it would make you worried.

I met Yu Zhongcheng yesterday. The old-fashioned businessman was too enthusiastic and his alcohol tolerance was too good, so I couldn't resist it.

I didn't want to stay overnight, so I took advantage of the last bit of soberness to call Luan Bin and asked him to answer.

I didn't expect that you would be alarmed, and I didn't expect that he could not take me back, and that he was also arranged to stay by Yu Zhongcheng.

Sometimes, it is always difficult to be kind. But it is because I didn’t make it myself that this situation has been caused. I am very sorry.

From now on, I will definitely come back early every day, and I will explain to you in detail what I did every day—

Immediately afterwards, Gu Qinger saw a whole page of "explanation" about what he did today.

From seeing her leave after taking a shower in the morning, meeting her business partners at noon, to what she ate in the evening, drinking a few glasses of red wine, and when he returned to the old house, he explained everything in detail and thoroughly.

Gu Qinger read the letter with a cold face, kneaded it into a ball, and threw the letter into the trash can again.

But every day after that, a letter would always appear on her desk on time.

Each letter was filled with his various itineraries for the day.

Sometimes the trip to go out was short and there was not much to write, so he even wrote her one by one the documents he had reviewed that day.

Gu Qinger happened to be very busy during those days. He went out early and came back late every day to communicate with the troupe. He had enough talk at the meeting, but he didn't expect to face another chatter when he got home.

It's so boring.

But one day, the conversation suddenly stopped.

Gu Qinger unfolded the letter paper and saw only two lines of sloppy words:
Chapter completed!