"Ah...I'm back..."

Kyoto, an outdoor studio.

There are plenty of lights and props, but there are no staff here.

Except for two people, Liu Jin and Zhao Qiwei, there is no extra person here.

Zhao Qiwei leaned on the edge of the table, listened to the phone, and looked at the person sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

She didn't seem to hear what he said. The expression on Liu Jin's face did not change at all, and there was no pause in her drinking coffee.

"It's interesting."

Zhao Qiwei raised the corners of his mouth and put his cell phone in his pocket.

"Jinjin, let me tell you some good news."

Zhao Qiwei came over and sat on the armrest of the single sofa where Liu Jin was sitting.

He opened his arms, supported the back of the sofa behind Liu Jin, and bent down, "Do you want to listen?"

Such movements and postures are as ambiguous as they need to be.

Liu Jin raised her head and looked indifferently ahead, "I don't want to."

"hehe……"

Zhao Qiwei smiled, looking very happy.

"Jinjin, you really understand me."

"I knew you said you wanted to, but I would never tell you."

"Tell me, how could I not like you like this?"

Liu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, anger emerging in her eyes.

Zhao Qiwei looked at Liu Jin's hand clenching the coffee cup, put it close to her ear, and when she was about to make a move, he held her hand and said, "Jin Jin, Han Zaixing has returned to China."

Liu Jin looked ahead for a moment, and the hand that Zhao Qiwei was holding tightly to break free stopped moving.

"Do you know where Han Zaixing went as soon as he returned to China? City C, Lin Jiaojiao's hospital."

"He went to see Lin Jiaojiao. Do you think Zhan Lian is in a hurry at this time?"

Zhao Qiwei loosened his grip on Liu Jin's hand and stroked her hand.

Liu Jin immediately withdrew his hand and changed from sitting to standing.

"Zhao Qiwei, do you think I don't know your thoughts?"

"Let me tell you, I, Liu Jin, was confused before because I was short-sighted, but now I will never be the same as before."

Zhao Qiwei clicked his tongue, sat down where Liu Jin had just sat, spread his hands, "But don't you need me too?"

As he spoke, Zhao Qiwei raised the corners of his mouth obliquely, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were like sharp knives, slicing open Liu Jin's heart, "Just like three years ago, Lin Liang was brought to you by my people, panting like a dog, aren't you very

happy?"

Liu Jin's hand shook. The coffee in her hand shook violently, and her white and shining skin was instantly stained with stains.

Zhao Qiwei looked at the stain and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, "Jinjin, you are very happy because I helped you get rid of that bastard."

"You are willing to lend my hands to kill people without staining any blood."

"I am also willing to be the knife in your hand."

Zhao Qiwei's eyes fell from Liu Jin's hand to her face. At this moment, the proud face collapsed.

"This time, I am also willing to give everything for you, as long as you are happy."

Qiao An was outside all the time. She was worried about Zhao Qiwei being alone with Liu Jin, but she couldn't go in and could only wait outside.

Qiao An looked at the closed shed door from time to time, looked at the time from time to time, and was anxious and worried.

Suddenly, snap!

Qiao An quickly went to the shed, the door opened, and Zhao Qiwei came out.

Qiao An didn't care to look at Zhao Qiwei and hurried in.

But soon, she stopped.
Chapter completed!