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"What? Shen Qianqing didn't come to work?" He Yifan frowned and stared at the director: "What happened?"

The director looked at the worried He Yifan with trepidation, this is his benefactor, he must take good care of him!

"Shen Qianqing called and said that he accidentally scratched his hand, so he won't be coming today." The director knew that Shen Qianqing and He Yifan were dating, so he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction with Shen Qianqing's absenteeism, on the contrary, his tone was slowly worried .

He Yifan frowned, not in the mood to continue chatting with the director, got in the car and went directly to Shen Qianqing's residence, couldn't help but regret that he should have picked her up from get off work yesterday, maybe one of them would not hurt her .

Hearing the sound of the doorbell, Shen Qianqing couldn't help being startled, who will come at this time?Looking at the knife on the floor, a lot of cold sweat broke out on Shen Qianqing's back, but the doorbell was pressed even harder. Shen Qianqing couldn't help but wonder if this person was going to break the doorbell.

After a while, Shen Qianqing walked to the door, through the cat's eyes, saw a handsome man in a flaxen shirt, couldn't help but let out a long breath, and his heart suddenly settled down.

Just as he opened the door, He Yifan barged in, with undisguised worry in his eyes: "Why did you get hurt?"

"You went to the set?"

Shen Qianqing smiled lightly, she only told the director about it, it was not a serious matter, it was just because she hadn't had a good rest these days, Shen Qianqing felt that her condition was very bad and she was really not suitable for work, so she used this The reason is to stay at home and rest for a few days.

He Yifan held Shen Qianqing's palm, and frowned tightly: "Why are you so careless?"

The man's masculine breath was all in his nose, with the smell of his usual perfume, Shen Qianqing was in a trance for a moment, and even forgot to withdraw his hand from He Yifan's palm for a moment, and let him hold it in his palm.

"Did you take the medicine?" He squatted and frowned and asked, "Do you want to see a doctor?"

Shen Qianqing suddenly came back to his senses, blushed and withdrew his hand, and said lightly: "It's not that serious, don't bother."

"You..." He Yifan sighed helplessly, why does this woman not know how to take care of herself?

Before opening the door, Shen Qianqing had already thrown all the threatening letters and knives into the trash can. Although she was scared, she still didn't want to rely on He Yifan too much. This was her pride, her only pride.

He Yifan looked at Shen Qianqing's exhausted look, and couldn't help feeling distressed: "Have you not had breakfast yet? What's in the refrigerator?"

Unable to speak in a deep and clear manner, He Yifan had already walked straight towards the refrigerator, when passing by the trash can in the corner, He Yifan glanced at it unconsciously, but the man walked back a few steps and then backed away with a serious expression.Half squatting down, looking at the things thrown in by Shen Qianqing.

The bloody knife was shining brightly, "Kill." Pressing the black envelope...

He Yifan frowned and stared at Shen Qianqing: "What's going on?"

"You don't think I wrote it with my own blood, do you?" Shen Qianqing shrugged helplessly when he saw that something was noticed by He Yifan.

He Yifan frowned: "You don't know how to ask me what these things are about?"

Holding the cup with the cartoon pattern in his hand, Shen Qianqing sighed helplessly: "Someone stuffed it under my door."