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"Ah."

Nie Qingru softened her expression, as if she had heard the only good news.

"Empress." Shadow looked at her, hesitated to speak: "Young Master Zhai..."

Nie Qingru turned her head, her cold and pale face was already covered with traces of time, if there is still a trace of warmth in her profit-driven eyes, it is probably now: "Stop."

She raised her hand to stop Shadow from continuing.

"I know what you want to say. I owe his family."

"…Yes."

Shadow lowered his head.

Nie Qingru sat in the living room for a while, took a rest, and thought of a solution: "Keep an eye on the capital city."

Shadow raised his head: "What do you mean?"

"Didn't the little wolf cub want to use this opportunity to slap me in the face? Just in time, I also let her know that things in the world are not so easy to go your way."

Nie Qingru lightly touched the velvet glove on her fingertips, her thin lips raised, and she still looked a bit like a young man who was so glamorous.

It's just that the eyes are too cold.

"We have buried nails in Beijing until the time is right."

**

The smooth progress of the negotiation with country C was beyond the expectations of Beijing, but after the successful cooperation, everyone was very happy.

Even Jiang Zongjin drank a lot of wine, was drunk at the celebration banquet and was sent back to the staff dormitory.

"Uncle Jiang, I'm leaving first."

The person who sent him back was Bao Jingxing. After placing him on the sofa, he was about to change his shoes and leave.

Who knew that he heard a man's low sobs coming from behind him.

Bao Jingxing was taken aback for a moment, then turned around to see the man lying on the sofa sitting up at some point, his shadow was projected on the wall, bent in pain like a frustrated man.

"I did it."

Bao Jingxing didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him, so he hesitated whether to leave or not.I heard Jiang Zongjin's drunken murmur again: "Ji Qing, I did it."

season...

Bao Jingxing seemed to have heard this name somewhere, he paused with his hand holding the car keys, and then remembered the scene when he heard this name in Independent Island.

Qiao Nian's mother?

Jiang Zongjin was still raving, with painful whimpers, very depressed and as if he had endured for a long time before he could vent his emotions: "But you are gone."

"...You are gone, and I have not been able to take good care of our daughter."

"Miss her..."

When Jiang Zongjin said this, his voice dropped to a lower tone, with grief and guilt, mixed with inexplicable discomfort.

"Missing her is too tiring."

Bao Jingxing put down his hand hooking the key completely, remembering what he had said to Qiao Nian that night in Independent Island.

His conscience seemed to be lingering, and he couldn't face what he once thought he would not regret this night.

Bao Jing made a move, walked over again, took a glass of water for Jiang Zongjin, and handed it over, silently comforting: "Uncle Jiang, drink a glass of water."

He wanted to stay and take care of Jiang Zongjin.

Although he felt that Jiang Zongjin didn't need him to take care of him, it was better to be able to do something than to never be able to make up for his mistakes.

Bao Jingxing took care of Jiang Zongjin and drank water. Seeing that he fell asleep drunk, he went to the house and took the quilt out.

Looking at the crude and masochistic furniture in the room, he went out to smoke a cigarette, sighed and dialed Ye Wangchuan's phone number.

There was no answer for the first time.

He persevered and hit a few more times.

Ye Wangchuan finally answered: "Say."

It was quite cold.

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