Love at the Right Time

Yao Rui told Shi Qingqiu the news of Qi Yue's departure.

Simply follow the line of Yao Rui, and then find the classmate who sent her a photo of Qi Yue some time ago to understand Qi Yue's current living conditions, and ask a few friends to check Qi Yue's current company background. Basically, the situation back then has been put before the eyes of simplicity.

Seven years ago, not long after Qi Yue was admitted to B Municipal Law University, her biological father’s business went wrong, and then her parents peacefully divorced. During this time period, Qi Yue's mother quickly married another man, moved abroad, and at the same time took Qi Yue away, this man is now Qi Yue's stepfather. Also, a large amount of funds flowed to Qi Yue's biological father's account at that time.

There are some things that are ready to come out, but in a nutshell, she suddenly doesn't want to see clearly. She feels that the reason behind this incident must be very powerless.

She didn't want to know, didn't want to show pity to Qi Yue. If Qi Yue didn't come back, she might want to know, and then sighed with one or two words, but Shi Qingqiu was already married and Qi Yue only came back. Based on this, she didn't want to have such feelings towards Qi Yue.

In a nutshell, I emailed Wen Qinghan's sorted information, and at the same time called Wen Qinghan. The other side answered quickly, and his voice asked flatly, "What's going on?"

Simply rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaning on the chair and laughing, "Old Wen, why did you get up so early this weekend? Can't you sleep later? You don't have much work anyway."

"I'm used to it. Qingqiu has to go to a location to get up early, and I can't sleep when I wake up." Wen Qinghan patted Qingqiu's pillow when he patted, and then lifted the quilt up and folded it on the end of the bed with one hand.

"I have sent you an email, you open it, and you look at me while you say it." Jian Yizhi sighed, his tone slightly melancholy.

"Ok."

Wen Qinghan put down his work and went to the desk to open his laptop, and downloaded the email that Jianyizhi had just sent from the mailbox.

Open the document, and the densely packed dozens of pages of text are all Qi Yue's current background. Wen Qinghan returned to the very beginning to take a closer look, frowning, as if something had been stuffed into his throat suddenly, unable to speak.

"Seven years ago, Qi Yue's biological parents divorced, and his mother turned to marry today's business tycoon and took her to emigrate abroad..."

Wen Qinghan muttered out the few lines headed by this document, and she continued to read it to weave a picture that fits the current situation from what happened to Qi Yue seven years ago.

"Her father is facing a dilemma. Just after her parents divorced, her mother married her current husband, and the stepfather gave her biological father a sum of money." In a simple voice, "I don't think we need to do anything about it." I know it in more detail."

Wen Qinghan grasped the mouse tightly, and suddenly remembered what Qi Yue's assistant had said that day: Some personal matters that had to be dealt with.

In a nutshell: "Speaking of which, did she look for you? You and Qingqiu married, she should not be able to bear it."

Wen Qinghan replied and asked, "I found it, otherwise why do you think I want you to check this?"

Simplicity and melancholy, he couldn't help but teased Wen Qinghan: "Attorney Wen, the family of the goddess Shi, what do you think after experiencing such a predecessor and current Shura field? I'm really curious."

"I don't have any thoughts, I'm disappointed, sorry." Wen Qinghan looked at the computer screen with deep eyes, and scanned the next page.

After thinking about it briefly, he suddenly became serious, "According to what I found here, Qi Yue took a lot of effort to return to China, and although she came back for Qingqiu, the obvious task is to develop the country. In the market, her stepfather will conduct spot checks at any time. Moreover, her stepfather also has a son born to the wife of her stepfather who passed away more than ten years ago. He has outstanding commercial ability. It was originally her brother who was originally scheduled to return to China. ."

If Qi Yue returns to China, he will use the name of developing the domestic market...

Wen Qinghan let out an "um", the corners of his lips raised slightly, and closed the document, "I see, let's hang up."

In short, he laughed helplessly, "Do you want to do this? Every time you cross the river and tear down the bridge, I have been busy with you for several days, don't you give me something to repay? It's hard work."

Wen Qinghan hung up the phone, leaving a brief note of his own complaints over there endlessly.

It was almost noon, and Yang Xiao didn't give her information that when Qingqiu was coming back, she took a head of information after talking to Jian Yizhi just now to figure out the hotel plan to solve the lunch by herself.

There are many restaurants in the vicinity of the hotel. Wen Qinghan patronized the first day when he walked there, and during this time he also ordered Lao Li's restaurant frequently. At noon, the wife of the boss is usually there, just like the boss, they are all enthusiastic people.

Wen Qinghan looked around. There were no guests. She walked into the restaurant, and the lady boss greeted her: "Hey, the girl is here again, what can I have today? Do you want to pack yours?"

Wen Qinghan responded politely: "I won't pack today, I'll be alone." After saying that, he found his usual seat and sat down.

The proprietress served a pot of tea, and brought her the menu by the way, and smiled and asked, "Well, let's see what to eat. When there are no more guests, you will have to wait when there are too many people."

Wen Qinghan smiled at the corners of his lips and took a look at the menu.

The lady boss was also a talkative person, and when she saw no one, she opened the chatter box with Wen Qinghan: "Girl, I don’t think you are face to face. I don’t remember where I saw you, but your target is a celebrity, eating. Be careful. We can’t be too busy sometimes. I think you’ve waited a few times and it’s time consuming. You can make yourself some food in the hotel."

Wen Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Tsk, you don't know..." The proprietress was obviously well-informed. She sat across from Wen Qinghan and pointed to the celebrity area on the menu: "These are the dishes specially made for celebrities who come here to film. Sometimes we are busy with business and don't have time to receive these big stars. To put it bluntly, everyone is actually the same person. It is impossible for us to mess up our reputation for whom, right?"

Wen Qinghan nodded, "Well, keep talking."

"So, sometimes most of the celebrity family members who come here to visit the class will borrow the hotel kitchen to eat in the hotel. This is commonplace." The proprietress knocked on her finger and said meaningfully: "A glance This is your first visit to the class."

Wen Qinghan tightened his lips, and a touch of joy flashed in his eyes, "That's it, I really don't know, thank you, I'll go back and think about it later."

The lady boss stood up and reminded a little proudly on her face: "Hey girl, I'm just teaching you not to make you wait too hard. Should you come to our store to eat or you have to come to our store to eat?" Ah. When there are not many guests, our chef still moves fast."

Wen Qinghan replied: "Okay, I remember."

When she ordered, she wrote down the names of the dishes on the menu. When she returned to the hotel after lunch and was searching on the computer, Shi Qingqiu called.

"Qing Han, have you had lunch?"

"Well, I ate it." Wen Qinghan concentrated on picking the dishes to be made tonight, and then wrote down the recipe on the paper.

"I have eaten too, now I am applying makeup and wearing headphones." Shi Qingqiu didn't wait for Wen Qinghan to ask her back slowly, and she explained it first.

After Wen Qinghan lowered his head and wrote a few more words, he added a piece of "sauce beef" at the end, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Qingqiu, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Whatever I do, just like everyone else. The takeaway ordered by the crew is quite delicious." Shi Qingqiu answered naturally, but then thought of why Wen Qinghan would ask such a question, he wondered with a smile: "How do you ask? This? Is there something in my heart that I don’t know about Xiao Jiujiu?"

"It's nothing, just ask." Wen Qinghan checked the time again. At this point, he should have had time to buy fresh ones in the supermarket.

"By the way, speaking of tonight, there is a scene to be shot in this scenic spot. I may not go back to find you for dinner. I will go back as early as possible in the evening."

"Well, you don't have to order your takeaway." Wen Qinghan said lightly, "I'll be there when the meal is time, and I will contact A Xiao in advance."

The other side was quiet, Shi Qingqiu laughed, and then replied softly: "Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Wen Qinghan hung up the phone thoughtfully, and watched a WeChat message popped up on the hacked screen. It was a sentence sent by Shi Qingqiu, "If you don't eat and grow meat," she couldn't help but bend her eyebrows. The thumb stroked the message lightly.

In fact, she didn't remember why she had to learn to cook in the first place, as if she wanted to learn to cook a long time ago. Every time she eats at home, she carefully writes down how each dish should be made and how many steps it takes to become what it looks like on the table.

This matter has never been deliberately valued by her in her life, and she didn't even think about it until her freshman year. If Shi Qingqiu can be happy after eating the food she cooks, then this may be the significance of her learning this.

Wen Qinghan went to the supermarket and borrowed the hotel kitchen to make a beef sauce, a tomato-fried broccoli, and a kelp, tofu, and mushroom soup.

At 5:30, Wen Qinghan went out to go to the scenic spot address that A Xiao sent her, and took the lunch box borrowed from the hotel to take a taxi. It just so happened that Qi Yue had to go there.

Wen Qinghan just nodded as a greeting, his expressionless and indifferent appearance was as usual, standing at the entrance of the hotel waiting for a taxi.

It's just that this time happens to be the rush hour, not to mention the number of vehicles, and there are many people waiting on the side of the road.

"Attorney Wen, it's hard to get a taxi at this time. You should come out earlier." Qi Yue's voice floated from behind. Before Wen Qinghan could react, she said with a smile: "But it's early to get out. It’s not time to eat there yet."

Wen Qinghan frowned, then turned to look at Qi Yue, "This will not bother Miss Qi."

"Lawyer Wen, you don't need to refuse me so quickly." Qi Yue smiled and looked at the black car that had just stopped under the stairs. Assistant Xiao Mo ran down the stairs to open the car door. She asked Wen Qinghan: "Our destination It's the same one, and you don't want to delay time, why not be together?"

Wen Qinghan was silent for a while, squeezed the fingers of the handle of the lunch box again, then nodded, "Okay, then it will be troublesome."