Yan Qiang hasn't arrived at the airport yet.
Daodao kept telling her to hurry up all the way, fearing that she would not be able to catch the plane and that she would not be able to return to the set tonight.
Yan Qiang was very tired.
When she was thinking about whether she really wanted Ruan Yin to slap her twice when she returned to the set, her phone vibrated twice.
It was from Huo Qi.
——[Am I allowed to leave? ]
Yan Qiang lowered her eyelashes and replied expressionlessly: "Didn't you ask Ruan Yin to slap me twice?" ]
--[Ah. ]
Huo Qi only replied one word.
The word was filled with ridicule and disdain, but Yan Qiang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, she doesn’t have to ask Ruan Yin to slap her!
She raised her head and said to the driver in front of her: "Master, I'm sorry, please turn around and go back to Jingyuan."
The driver didn't say anything and made a U-turn at the intersection ahead.
Yan Qiang looked at the time and called Daodao.
"Sister Qiang?"
The knife was picked up quickly.
"I still have something to do here. Please help me change my flight to a later one."
"A little later? Can you come back tonight? The director just sent someone to find you. I said you just had a fever and are still sleeping."
Yan Qiang thought for a moment and said, "Then change your booking to the latest flight tonight and pick me up at the airport later."
"Then...okay."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Qiang went to Weibo to take a look.
Yesterday, no news about Ruan Yin being slapped by Huo Shirui leaked out, and even the information about Ruan Yin Huo Qi# disappeared from the Internet.
I don't know if it was Huo Qi or the Huo family who wrote this.
But it is definitely not something Ruan Yin can do.
Yan Qiang put away her phone.
When we returned to Jingyuan, night had fallen.
The living room is brightly lit.
When she entered, Huo Qi had just raised his feet to go upstairs.
"Aren't you leaving?"
Huo Qi put one hand on the railing and looked at her with cold eyes from a distance.
Yan Qiang: "..."
Who said she wasn't allowed to leave?
"No, I just went out for a walk." Her expression remained unchanged.
Huo Qi snorted and raised his chin towards her, "Go and cook."
Yan Qiang: "?"
She looked at Huo Qi in shock.
Huo Qi looked at her, his thin lips parted slightly, "Want me to repeat it again?"
Yan Qiang didn't know what kind of thing he was attracted to, but she still refused, "I'm not very good at cooking, and it's not delicious."
"Then make it delicious." Huo Qi tugged at the corners of his lips, his tone filled with disgust, "Is it difficult?"
Yan Qiang wanted to say, it's not difficult, just come!
But facing Huo Qi now, she had no right to refuse. She could only agree: "I will try my best."
Huo Qi had already climbed two steps. Hearing this, he stopped again, turned his head and looked at Yan Qiang, and said with a half-smile, "I will try my best."
Yan Qiang: "..."
OK.
Isn’t it just cooking?
Yan Qiang, who has no fingers in the spring water, also grew up in a pampered way. She has had setbacks in her life, but she rarely suffers.
Most of these hardships were suffered by Huo Qi.
Half an hour later, Huo Qi went downstairs and saw that the kitchen was in chaos, as if there had been a three hundred rounds of fighting.
The culprit was frowning and holding up a kitchen knife, confronting a jumping fish.
Huo Qi: "..."
The corner of his mouth twitched: "What are you doing? Exchange your thoughts with a fish? Or are you trying to convince it to let you slaughter it?"
Yan Qiang stopped doing it.
She didn't care where the fish would go. After putting down the kitchen knife in her hand, she washed her hands and faced Huo Qi: "You can change your request."
Yan Qiang is 1.67 meters tall, with a slim waist and long legs.
Standing in front of Huo Qi, who was about 1.8 meters tall, he looked particularly slender and petite.
Huo Qi's dark eyes fell on her fair face, and his voice was light, "I'm very hungry."
Yan Qiang hesitated.
Listening to his suggestive words, the soreness and weakness in my muscles came back again.
She felt that Huo Qi was simply a perpetual motion machine.
He had done it so many times during the day and he still wasn't satisfied.
"Put away the yellow crap in your head."
With a dark face, Huo Qi reached out and pinched her chin, twitching the corners of his lips and sneering, "If I really want to do it, do you think you can still stand here safely now?"
Yan Qiang was forced to raise her head and look straight into his dark eyes.
There seemed to be jumping flames inside.
Right before her eyes.
She suddenly bit her lower lip, stretched out her arms and hooked them around his neck, blinking her thick eyelashes, "Do you want to do it here?"
Huo Qi's eyes suddenly darkened.
The night was falling outside, and there was lingering ambiguity inside. The two of them were pressed together, and they could almost feel each other's warmth through their clothes.
The breath lingers.
Huo Qi felt a lump in his throat, but he let go of Yan Qiang, and even took two steps back, with a mocking smile on his lips: "You're having a great time, why, have you played with Huo Shiqing?"
Yan Qiang had long been accustomed to him taking Huo Shiqing out to stab him from time to time, and she calmly put her hands behind her back and said, "No."
"That sounds unfortunate."
Huo Qi's words became more and more sharp, "It's a pity that he is dead and you have no chance."
Yan Qiang didn't seem to hear.
Seeing that it was already dark outside the floor-to-ceiling window, she turned her head and looked at the messy kitchen and said, "I asked the restaurant to send food over."
Huo Qi stared at that face for a long time, and finally looked away in disgust.
"I've lost my appetite. Let's go."
He turned around indifferently and prepared to go back to the second floor.
Yan Qiang couldn't leave.
Looking at Huo Qi's cold back, she pursed her lips and said, "What about the Yan family..."
"What does the Yan family have to do with me?"
He didn't even pause.
Seeing his figure disappear at the corner of the stairs, Yan Qiang wanted to catch up, but she couldn't lift her steps.
She was the only one left in the empty hall.
When Wen Yiran came in, Yan Qiang was still standing there.
"Miss Yan, Mr. Huo asked me to take you to the airport." He stood at the entrance, respectful and polite.
Yan Qiang glanced at him and then at the stairs.
He knew this was the step given by Huo Qi.
But her trip was just for the Yan family.
Just as he took two steps toward the stairs, Wen Yiran spoke again: "Miss Yan, the car is outside."
"I have something to tell Huo Qi. Can Assistant Wen wait a moment?"
"Miss Yan, it's better to go to the airport with me. Mr. Huo is in a meeting. It concerns the Yan family. It's better for Miss Yan not to make Mr. Huo angry."
Wen Yiran made a gesture of invitation.
Yan Qiang looked at Wen Yiran, who smiled slightly: "Miss Yan, this way."
Yan Qiang's throat was slightly blocked and she followed Wen Yiran out.
The whole journey was silent.
Yan Qiang sent a message to Assistant Chen: [How is the project now? any progress? ]
When she was about to board the plane, she received a reply from Assistant Chen.
——[If nothing unexpected happens, the contract can be signed tomorrow. ]
Yan Qiang finally felt relieved.
...
It was already past two in the morning when she arrived in Haicheng, and Daodao was waiting for her outside.
There were few cars on the road and we arrived at the hotel in half an hour.
As soon as Yan Qiang got out of the car, she bumped into Ruan Yin who was about to leave the hotel.
"Why are you here?"
Ruan Yin was a little wary, looking at Yan Qiang with a bit of hatred in his eyes, "You went to Jinghai?"
