"Yan Qiu?"

The person's voice pulled back his rationality, Yan Qiu raised his head, and saw that it was Qin Mu who got out of the car.

He was also holding a black umbrella, looking at Yan Qiu who was squatting on the ground, with a rare serious expression on his face, "What's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he wanted to reach out and lift him up from the ground.

However, Yan Qiu avoided it like a snake before he touched it.

Although his stomach still hurts, Yan Qiu didn't want to lose out in front of Qin Mu, so he endured the pain and stood up.

He clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly with his fingers, trying to relieve the pain in his stomach in this way.

"It's okay." Yan Qiu forcefully squeezed out these two words, "Thank you, Young Master Qin, for your concern."

After speaking, he crossed him and wanted to move forward.

However, before walking a few steps, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the umbrella and grabbed Yan Qiu's arm.

Without the cover of the umbrella, the pouring rain no longer had any scruples, and it fell straight on his sleeves, and soon Qin Mu's arms were wet.

Yan Qiu frowned and stopped, looking at his wrist.

Then I saw a hand with distinct veins clasping him tightly, because of the force, the raised veins could be vaguely seen.

"Young Master Qin, let go." Yan Qiu said impatiently.

"I don't understand." Qin Mu showed a helpless smile, "Yan Qiu, I don't seem to have offended you, why do you always hold such hostility towards me?"

never offended...

In Yan Qiu's mind, he was teased by Lianhe in his previous life.

But he didn't answer his question directly, but asked rhetorically: "I don't understand, why does your Young Master Qin care so much about me, a bumpkin from the countryside?"

Hearing this, Qin Mu thought for a moment and asked, "Are you angry at the last birthday party? If so..."

"Qin Mu." Yan Qiu interrupted him.

"Why are you approaching me? You know in your heart. Put away your boring tricks. I don't have time to play any boring games with you."

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on the hand that was still holding his arm, and he whispered, "Let go."

Qin Mu didn't speak or move, just looked at him quietly.

Across the rain curtain like a curtain, his eyes are deep, like the deepest night.

After a long time, he slowly let go of his hand, smiled, and returned to the usual casual expression on his face.

"No matter what my purpose is, at least the purpose of this moment is to send you home. It's raining so hard, and you don't seem to be comfortable."

"No need." Yan Qiu didn't want to stay with him for a second, turned around and continued walking forward.

Qin Mu's voice came from behind unremittingly, "Why be so stubborn, Yan Qiu, if the wood is strong, it will break."

When Yan Qiu heard this, his footsteps paused for a moment.

If the wood is strong, it will break?

He was not strong in his last life, but who let him go?

It was difficult to get a taxi in rainy weather. Yan Qiu had already given up hope, but he didn't expect that a taxi stopped not far from him, and someone got off here.

Seeing this, Yan Qiu just got into this ride.

By the time he got home the others were already back and eating.

Seeing that he was back, Lu Ruan quickly asked someone to bring a towel and handed it to him, "Why did you come back? Didn't you get a taxi? I should have asked the driver to pick you up."

Now Yan Qiu has been able to automatically block her meaningless nonsense, so he took the towel and wiped the rain off his body as if he had never heard of it before going back to the room.

Seeing this, Lu Ruan quickly stopped him, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I've eaten." Yan Qiu replied.

"Eat some more after eating, your father is here."

Yan Qiu understood what Lu Ruan meant, as long as Fu Jianting was around, everyone had to eat together.

On weekdays, he can probably tolerate this kind of broken rules as if he lived hundreds of years ago, but today he was caught in the rain and his stomach hurts, so he has no mood to deal with them.

Yan Qiu looked at the three people who were eating in the restaurant, and asked, "Do you want to eat your leftovers?"

Lu Ruan was taken aback by his question, but didn't react for a while, and just subconsciously said, "No..."

"I'll ask my aunt to do it again."

"No need." Yan Qiu shook his head, too lazy to continue pestering her, "I'm really not hungry."

After speaking, he turned and went back to his room.

Leaving Lu Ruan standing there alone.

As soon as he got back to the room, Yan Qiu found out the medicine prescribed by the doctor and drank it, and drank several cups of hot water in succession to suppress the pain slowly.

The doctor's words slowly emerged in my mind, "You can't procrastinate this disease. Although taking medicine can alleviate it now, you still have to be hospitalized for treatment as soon as possible."

Sure enough, it couldn't be dragged on any longer.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiu went to take a shower, changed his clothes, and then took out a new piece of wood from the drawer.

After hesitating for a long time, still turned on the live broadcast, but this time also turned on the reward function.

Although he didn't want to, he really needed money now.

Yan Qiu has accumulated some fans through the live broadcast these days, so the live broadcast room became lively as soon as the broadcast started.

Some ids even became familiar to him.

"Potato chips are not Mickey Mouse: Brother, you finally started broadcasting! I've been squatting for a long time."

"What's wrong with the nymphomaniac: What did brother engrave today?"

"Orange orange big orange: I just found out that I can give a reward, 999 roses"

"Pigs are so cute: Rocket x1"

...

As usual, Yan Qiu simply said hello and then lowered his head to start the wood carving.

What he carved today is a handle of Pixiu, because it is more complicated, so he needs to pay more attention.

So it wasn't until the end of the engraving that I accidentally glanced at it and realized that there was something wrong with my live broadcast room.

The original dazzling barrage was replaced by a full screen of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Yan Qiu stopped what he was doing in a daze, wondering what they were doing?

But it soon became clear why.

The biggest gift on this live broadcast platform is a yacht, and a virtual yacht is 1,000 yuan.

Every time a local tyrant swipes the yacht, the image of the yacht will fill the entire live broadcast room, reaching ten or more, and the local tyrant's id will turn golden.

But at some point, his live broadcast screen began to be filled with yachts, one after another.

Yan Qiu didn't know how long he had been swiping, so he quickly looked at the ID who swiped him gifts.

The other party's account has turned golden, and the nickname is a simple L.

Yan Qiu didn't feel that his live broadcast was worthy of other people's gifts for him, so he quickly said: "Stop, don't ask for more gifts, there are too many."

As he said that, he hurriedly turned off the tipping function.

The yacht in the live broadcast room slowly faded away, but the barrage still remained unsettled for a long time.

"Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors: Grass (a kind of plant), how many yachts did that local tycoon buy just now? This is the first time I have seen such a formation."

"The paper man's only designated wife: I don't have a count, probably there are dozens of them. What does he want to do? He doesn't want to take care of his brother."

"What's the matter with the nymphomaniac: Brother, you have to hold on! Keep your innocence in the world."

...

Yan Qiu didn't care about these messy bullet screens, and quickly asked the screen: "Excuse me, did you make a mistake? I can refund the money to you."

"There are too many of these yachts, and I deserve it."

"Are you still there, Mr. L?"

"What's wrong with the nymphomaniac: brother, would you still talk to me like this if I used so many yachts?"

"What bad thoughts can the little cat have: don't be crazy right now, sister, check the balance first."

"Don't eat tomatoes: where's the big brother? Is the big brother some domineering president? Less talk but more money."

"Is there something wrong with you: the upstairs has replaced it severely."

Yan Qiu kept his eyes on the screen, but the content in the dialog box changed rapidly, but he never saw that Mr. L made a sound.

Yan Qiu only felt more at a loss. For a moment, he even wondered if someone from the Fu family accidentally saw his live broadcast and came to punish him on purpose.

But after thinking about it for a while, can't think of anyone in the Fu family who watched the live broadcast?

The only possibility is Fu Shuangchi, but how could he give himself money?It's good not to scold yourself.

Who is this man?

Just when Yan Qiu was thinking about having a private chat, the golden id finally appeared on the screen.

Yan Qiu looked over quickly, his words were as concise as id.

"L: The prayer beads on the wrist are very nice."

All the content and details have been negotiated, and the contract has been drawn up.

Soon it was time to sign the contract.

So Yan Qiu and Sister Wang came to the company early that day, waiting for the other party's people to come in the conference room.

Sister Wang looked at his dark eyes, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work. After this project is finished, I will give you two days off to rest and rest."

Yan Qiu smiled when he heard the words, and replied obediently, "Thank you, Sister Wang."

Although he is really busy recently, only he himself knows that half of his black eyes are due to that Mr. L who suddenly appeared last night.

He smashed too many yachts for himself, even after sharing with the platform, it is a lot of money.

Yan Qiu was originally somewhat resistant to the money from the live broadcast. Although the surgery fee was enough, the money came out of nowhere, and it was undoubtedly a hot potato for him.

So when Yan Qiu saw what he said last night, he immediately sent him a private letter.

"Do you like this string of beads?"

"This string of Buddha beads has special meaning to me. I can't give it to you, but if you like it, I can make you a string and send it to you."

"I have to refund the backstage money to you, and I only charge the manual fee."

However, although the messages he sent were all shown as read, the other party never replied to him.

This made Yan Qiu even more confused about what he wanted to do.

Because of this incident, he didn't sleep well last night.

"Okay, it's almost time, their manager should be here soon, check again, don't make any mistakes."

Sister Wang's voice brought him back from his memories.

"Okay, Sister Wang." Yan Qiu immediately withdrew his thoughts upon hearing this, forcing himself to recover.

Now is not the time to think about other things, he has more important things to do.

Yan Qiu looked at the contract that had been laid out on the table, picked up one and read it.

Sure enough, as he expected, the contract had been switched, and only a few decimal points had been changed from beginning to end, so it was really easy to skip this slight point if one didn't check carefully.

Seeing this, Yan Qiu's eyes darkened for a moment, but they quickly retracted the look in his eyes.

He just stood up pretending to be panic-stricken, picked up the contracts on the table and looked through them.

Seeing this, Sister Wang quickly asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Yan Qiu flipped through the contract, then raised his head pale, and said in disbelief, "Sister Wang, the contract has been changed."

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