In the guest room, Leng Mo and Zhao Yiyi were waiting nervously.

Both of them were relieved when they saw Jun Qing returning safely.

Considering the seriousness of the matter, Jun Qing did not conceal the truth from the two.

"Bastard!" Leng Mo was already filled with righteous indignation, his eyes full of anger, "I'll go find him now!"

"And what... beat him up and got fired?"

Leng Mo gritted his teeth and sat back on the sofa.

He did not have rich experience in Jun Qing, but he also understood that at this moment, he could only endure it.

It is difficult to explain the matter between men and women. If Ni Wei claims that the two are in love, it will affect Jun Qing's image at that time.

"Jun Qing, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have invited you!"

Jun Qing came to participate in this show because of him. At this moment, Leng Mo was full of self-blame.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. The open and secret struggle between Bai Lu and I have already offended Zhao Manyu. Even if there is no Ni Wei's incident today, she will definitely not let me go." Jun Qing said in a serious tone, "The reason I told you this is not to make you feel guilty, but just to let you know the other side of this circle that is not visible. So, from now on, you have to be careful."

"Does...we really have no choice?" Zhao Yiyi's tone showed unwillingness.

Standing up from the sofa, Jun Qing put his hands into his pants pockets, walked slowly to the window, and stared at the lights of thousands of homes in this strange city outside the window.

"The more Zhao Manyu wants to use conspiracy to get us out, we will insist on winning her openly!"

The girl's voice is not high, and her tone is calm with deep flow of water.

Her slender back was straight, revealing the unruly that was condensed in her bones and blood.

Leng Mo and Zhao Yiyi turned their faces at the same time and stared at the slender figure by the window.

Thankful for her emotions, the two young hearts couldn't help but jumped up quickly.

The blood is boiling.

High fighting spirit.

Leng Mo stood up from the sofa, his face suffocated.

Those eyes, which were always indifferent, were all revealed.

"I want to win this game!"

Jun Qing turned his face and showed a powerful smile of praise.

"I'm waiting for you."

After being in contact with him for so long, Jun Qing also understood Leng Mo's temper. He was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and was very talented. The only thing he was that he was too indifferent.

Unlike most beautiful words that "focus on participation" in words, he really doesn't care about winning or losing, he just wants to play with his own things.

Therefore, he always lacks such a momentum - he wants to control the stage, conquer the audience, and wants to make everyone look up to.

Without passion, where can we get crazy?

Now, she saw his fighting spirit.

"You two go back early to rest, and tomorrow morning... we will start rehearsing."

He sent the two away, Jun Qing washed up and lay on the pillow.

I was already very tired, but I couldn't sleep.

After finally falling asleep in a daze, those memories that had been blurred over the years gradually emerged from the deep sea of ​​memory and turned into nightmares and repeated in my mind.

The moment my mother fell down, blood splashed from her body, landed on her arms and skirt, and bloody flowers bloomed on the deck...

"Mother!"

She sat up suddenly, turned on the desk lamp, and wiped away the cold sweat from her forehead.

The lights dispel the darkness in the room, but they cannot dispel the haze in her heart.

Outside the window, there is always a lot of rain in this southern city in summer.

On the desk, the cell phone vibrates.

She grabbed the phone, saw the phone number on the screen, and connected the phone to her ear.

In my ears, a low baritone.

"Open the door."

Open the door?

Jun Qing was stunned for a few seconds, grabbed his phone and jumped out of bed, stepped on the floor barefoot and opened the door.

In the soft light in the foyer, there were familiar figures standing.

"husband!"

She rushed over and circled his neck.

Holding her waist like a child, Di Lin hugged her into the hall and closed the door tightly.

Feeling the girl's back sweating, he frowned, "Why is it sweaty all over his back?"

"I've had a nightmare." She leaned against his neck, and she greedily sniffed the familiar breath on him, "Why are you here?"

"Shashi Branch, there are some things to deal with."

Of course, these things are far from important, and he, the general manager of the group company, needs to take action personally.

This time, Emperor Lin is a fake for public welfare.

The original plan was to come tomorrow morning, and he couldn't wait for tomorrow morning, so he simply took the night flight in advance.

Worried that she would catch a cold, Di Lin bent over and stuffed her back into bed.

"Thank you for your gift!"

After his birthday, she rushed to Shashi, and he had not yet thanked her in person.

"You're welcome." Jun Qing turned over under the quilt, reached out and held his finger, raised his face and looked at him, "Is the hotel you are staying in far away?"

"It's upstairs."

Since I am visiting her, of course I don’t want to live too far with her.

She happily stretched her hand over her waist, "Then...you can go with me for a while, okay?"

She came to participate in the program, and the entire floor was filled with contestants and related guests, so it was not convenient for him to stay overnight.

After all, the two are still "underground lovers".

But she just struggled out of her nightmare, and now she can still see the blood on the ground when she closes her eyes. She really doesn't want to face the long night alone.

She will remain strong in front of everyone.

Only when she does not want to disguise herself in front of him will she expose the fragility and emotions in her heart that need comfort.

He reached out his big hand and gently pulled her arm away. Di Lin lay on her side.

He supported his head with his right hand, raised his left hand and held the girl in his chest.

Through his shirt, listening to his heartbeat, Jun Qing stretched out his palm and hugged his waist.

"I don't know why, but I often think of the past."

Di Lin's big hand gently lifted her little face: "If you feel uncomfortable, I can take you to see a psychologist."

She shook her head gently, "No!"

When he was a child, he was worried that she had psychological problems and took her to see a psychologist several times.

Every time she went there, the other party would ask her to repeat those unpleasant experiences. Until now, she still has no good impression of the psychologist.

The big hand gently stroked her long hair, and Di Lin pondered for a moment.

"When we were in the meeting today, we had already booked the maiden flight time and route of MRS.d. You can take some time and let's go out for a relaxing time together?"

"when?"

"Around the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"good!"

She responded with a smile.

She prefers to visiting a psychologist, going to sea to relax and relax.

Seeing her smile appearing again on her face, Di Lin's heart also relaxed a little.

Pressing her little head to his chest, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.
Chapter completed!