The next day, Chen Qian woke up in the hospital.

Those who woke up with her were Lin Mei, who was allergic to allergies after drinking fake wine yesterday. The two looked at each other with tears in their eyes, lowered their heads and took out their respective cell phones, and they were a little embarrassed.

Chen Qian had ten thousand regrets in her mind, and there were more than a dozen unanswered phone calls on her phone. After a closer look, it was all called by Han Wenbo.

Han Wenbo was already on the unit bus and received a call from Chen Qian. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Xiao Shen! Have you forgotten the back of your head when our team went to Qin Nan today?"

Chen Qian apologized respectfully while getting out of bed: "I haven't forgotten, Han Ke, I got drunk with my friend yesterday. I'm sorry, I'll reflect on this matter later. Now I'll rush to the high-speed rail station, and it's about forty minutes. We'll be there. Do you think it's right?"

Han Wenbo hummed and didn't say anything. He hung up the phone in anger, looking like he was still angry.

Han Wenbo has never had a good temper.

As the head of the business department of the singing and dancing troupe, he used to flatter the leaders and had no real power. But two years ago, after Beicheng successfully held the Olympics, a group of entertainment performance companies of all sizes in the city rose up, and online culture became increasingly mainstream. The singing and dancing troupe was caught in it, and the highs were not enough to be lows. After the leadership team held a meeting for more than half a month, they decided to take the path of a market economy.

Han Wenbo was then entrusted with an important task and immediately shook it off.

He usually does not do serious business, but it is hard to match smoking and drinking. He has many wild ways. He has found many commercial performances in the group. He is thirty-five years old and looks for young and beautiful girls to "talk" art all day long. He jogs around the streets during the day. When he mentions his pants, he says he is a friend of women.

Chen Qian was once looked at by him as soon as she joined the singing and dancing troupe.

This is not difficult to understand. Although Chen Qian's appearance is average, her young and tender figure is also very attractive to those men who have "seemed all the sails".

But Chen Qian didn't want to talk about art with a man of 10 or 35.

She felt that she was art. After learning what Han Wenbo meant, she didn't even refuse symbolically. She directly reported the situation to Deputy Secretary Xiao and patted her butt and left.

Han Wenbo met such a Biaozi for the first time, and he didn't know where to go.

Chen Daquan had no way of knowing what happened to Chen Qian at the unit.

He was called by Yao Xinhe to take Chen Qian to the high-speed rail station. Looking at his boss's pale and pitiful face, he felt quite sympathetic, and opened his mouth and asked, "Sister-in-law, do your singing and dancing troupe often go out to perform like this? I thought the public institutions were very leisurely."

Chen Qian took a bite of the bun and sighed in a deep voice: "Isn't that true? This time it is the 50th anniversary of the Qinnan Song and Dance Troupe, and next time it is the Symphony Choir Exchange and Performance. This one after another is endless."

When Chen Daquan heard her mention Qin Nan, he glanced over and said, "Sister-in-law, are you going to Qin Nan this time?"

Chen Qian asked "Yes, are you from Qin Nan?"

Chen Daquan quickly denied: "Where is it? It's the boss? Wasn't you abducted when you were old? That place is in a small county town under Qinnan. What's the name? Nanping. It's probably only three or four hours to drive from Qinnan city."

Chen Qian heard what he said, and immediately became interested. She rushed to the high-speed train panting and sat down. When the crisis passed, she looked at the WeChat of Yao Xin and the black avatar on her phone. She grinned and immediately became bad again. She sent her a sentence: "Dear husband, I'm going to Qinnan for a business trip this time, and I'm going to Nanping for a look. Do you have any local specialties I want to bring? I can bring them back to you at any time. Do you miss me? I'm ashamed, and try hard."

There has been no reply on the other end.

Chen Qian thought that Yao Xinhe might be busy or that she simply didn't want to reply to her. After all, she felt disgusted by what she said.

But unexpectedly, after taking a shower at night, Yao Xinhe’s WeChat really replied, but it was just a cold and cold sentence - "Speak well. No need. Pay attention to safety."

Chen Qian leaned on the bed in the guesthouse, pouting her mouth to the sky.

Miao Ranran, who lived with her, saw her like this, walked over and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Chen Qian sighed: "It's not my husband yet, I'm like a robot when I reply to WeChat."

Miao Ranran looked surprised, "Xiao Shen, are you married?"

Miao Ranran is almost six years older than Chen Qian, and she doesn't even have a boyfriend this year.

Chen Qian was excited again, found out the Yao Xin and photos he had taken secretly from his phone, and kept nodding, "Here, this is my husband, be handsome."

Miao Ranran is from a dance team and usually has high requirements for her body shape. When she saw Yao Xinhe's photo, she was stunned. Not to mention his face, she just talked about her figure. She only had to do it by practicing her body. She was like Chen Qian who weighed 140 pounds and did not look like a couple no matter how hard she looked.

So Miao Ranran raised her eyebrows, glanced at Chen Qian again with her face, and couldn't help but joke: "Is this really your husband? Isn't the kind of husband Yun that the little girl on the Internet called me?"

Chen Qian slapped her thigh, and was anxious. She angrily took out her marriage certificate photo and emphasized extremely seriously: "Of course not! We are serious legal couples."

Miao Ranran was anxious to see her.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch, thinking, Who can a serious couple put photos of their marriage certificates on their phones all day long?

But she didn't say this. After all, she has been working for several years and knows the principle of being a low-key person.

Chen Qian was recruited by Deputy Secretary Xiao. The two looked quite close, and they thought they had a good family background. This kind of lady with a noble family was the most difficult to mess with. She looked average and had a bad temper. She found a handsome husband and showed off her like a treasure. She just didn't know what the family conditions of her best husband were, so she sacrificed her color and got married.

The singing and dancing troupe is not working on weekends, and the people in the troupe have been busy for a few days. After finally waiting until Saturday, they inquired for a while, and they all shouted that they would drive to the surrounding tourist attractions by themselves.

Chen Qian was not interested, shook her head and sat in the restaurant, with a mouthful of fried dough sticks and an old soy milk, checking the information on Nanping's bus on her mobile phone.

Han Wenbo was originally quite a big deal about Chen Qian, but now he was displeased when he saw that she was not sociable. He walked over and asked her with a frown: "Xiao Shen, you didn't participate in the climb last time, and you didn't participate in the self-driving tour this time. You don't have the energy of young people at all, and you won't be popular with young men in normal times."

Chen Qian looked up and looked at him with her eyelids, "Just just welcome my husband, what do I want someone else to do if I want someone else's welcome?"

After she said this, several other people from the group next to her immediately came over and asked curiously: "Xiao Shen, are you married?"

Miao Ranran leaned over and told others with a smile: "Yes, I also saw the photos. I was so handsome that I didn't look like a real person."

Chen Qian couldn't hear the sour smell in her tone.

The others laughed and joked, "You have watched too many TV series, so how could there be so many handsome guys who don't look like real people."

The one asked, "What does your husband do in Chen Qian?"

Chen Qian scratched her forehead and thought, "She really can't say that Yao Xinhe's profession is right. You say he is an engineer. He is no longer engaged in engineering now, but you should say that he is a pure businessman. He also has his own research team. In short, he has a little bit of it, and he doesn't count it completely on either side.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Han Wenbo thought that her husband was just a pretty boy, with only a pretty face, and he didn't even have a serious job. His sense of superiority suddenly rose up. Even the words of Deputy Secretary Xiao scolding him suddenly seemed less ugly.

But Chen Daquan didn't know that after getting off the plane, he and Yao Xinhe ran to the guesthouse of the singing and dancing troupe. After asking for a long time at the front desk, they finally saw Chen Qian and her colleagues in the cafeteria. They slapped their thighs, walked up, opened their mouths and shouted: "Hey, so you are here!"

Chen Qian saw Chen Daquan and looked a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

When I saw Chen Daquan coming around, I thought this was Chen Qian’s husband, and I thought Miao Ranran’s words were really exaggerated.

After all, although Chen Daquan looks good, he is only an ordinary sunny guy at most, and he is far from being handsome who doesn’t look like a real person.

But Chen Qian didn't know these thoughts, so she wiped her mouth and grinned, "Is that my little nephew...my husband is here too?"

Chen Daquan nodded and replied, "Isn't that true? I know you want to go to Nanping on the weekend. I'm worried that it's not safe for you to go alone, so I'm waiting outside. After eating, we'll go out."

When the people in the group heard this, they realized that this was not Chen Qian’s husband.

The car rented by the unit happened to be delivered to you.

The whole guy then got up together, went out playing and jokingly, and joked to see what Chen Qian's man looked like.

Chen Qian didn't want to hide it. She actually missed the beauty in her family. After leaving the cafeteria, she walked forward two steps and looked up and saw her man leaning against the car and smoking silently. Her heart immediately trembled. She felt that she had not seen her for a few days. The beauty's appearance was also improved, especially in the smoke, her clean and deserted temperament, and when she stood there early in the morning, it was simply bewitching.

Yao Xinhe was in a bad mood today. An aunt asked about her marriage status all the way on the plane. Her cold face could not stop her from being enthusiastic about her.

At this moment, he saw Chen Qian standing there blankly, and the way she was holding her and acting like a hooligan that day, then remembering her decisively pushing away her and shouting for help. He frowned, then raised his hand and whispered: "Come here."

The colleagues in the group stopped yelling to come forward to say hello.

After all, it was scary for anyone to put such a million-dollar Ghost onto the open space. With Yao Xin and the aura of the social boss on him, they were close to each other, and their lives were likely to be out of order.

Two young men around Chen Qian, who were about her age, came back to their senses first, took two steps back, waved and shouted, "The journey is smooth, Chen Qian is having fun."

Chen Qian could probably feel a little bit of her colleagues' restraint. When she got into the car, she thought about it for a while and suddenly burst out with a "pop".

Yao Xinhe felt puzzled, turned his head and looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Qian shook her head vigorously, covered her mouth and looked at her man, lowered her head and ate a fruit candy, and replied happily: "The colleagues in my group, especially the dance team and the folk band, cannot even control Captain Li, but he didn't expect that when you came, they wouldn't even say anything."

Yao Xinhe ignored her teasing and looked at Chen Qian's pouting mouth with fruit candy in her mouth, her eyes sarcastically.

Seeing this, Chen Qian was not discouraged and leaned over and asked, "Brother Yao, do you want to eat? I have a lot of them here."

Yao Xinhe coughed lightly, moved his body a little, his jaw tightened slightly, and he frowned and did not speak.

Chen Qian discovered that this person was actually a bit arrogant for the first time. She lowered her head and found a taste she liked, reached out and stuffed it into his mouth, leaned forward, and said with a smile: "You want to eat it, you want to eat it. It's not embarrassing to eat Tangtang. Yao Xin and the children should not think too much."

Yao Xinhe's entire back was now pressed against the car door, his mouth was filled with the sweet fragrance of fruit candy, and Chen Qian's clear and pure eyes in front of him.

Because Chen Qian suddenly approached, his arm subconsciously placed on her waist, and his whole body was stiff, as if he was holding her slightly in his arms.

Chen Qian was completely unaware of Yao Xin and the complicated emotions in her heart at this time.

Since the first meeting, she has particularly liked the smell of sandalwood and Chinese herbal medicine on him. She felt that this person was sitting there, beautifying the world, but also beautiful and artistic. If it were his own child, it would be amazing. After all, he was good-looking and easy to support. If he was feeding two candies from time to time, he would be able to avoid making noises all day long, which was too worry-free.

Nanping was originally three and a half hours away from Qinnan City. The national highway was opened before the New Year, and the time was shortened to nearly one and a half years.

When they entered the county town, many black cars had already arrived on the roadside.

Chen Qian got out of the car and bought some local fruits and asked the staff at the gas station next to her if there was any activity today.

The young man at the gas station told her: "Is it a newly built library or cultural center in the town? Today, the opening of the city has come."

Chen Qian suddenly realized that after getting in the car, she immediately urged Chen Daquan to drive over and join in the fun.

The three of them had a fashionable car, and the time was too coincidental. As soon as they entered, they were taken to the parking lot dedicated to the leader next to them. Chen Qian and Yao Xinhe got off the car. The people on the other end didn't care whether they knew each other or not, and opened their mouths and shouted, "Hey, leader, please come here."

Liu Daqiang, deputy director of the county tourism bureau, is a 28-year-old young man. This time, this cultural center was his idea. He ran around early in the morning, fearing that he would not show his face and show his achievements. Unexpectedly, when he saw Yao Xinhe, he immediately showed a shocked expression on his face. He lowered his head, ran to the office behind him.

Liu Daqiang did not do anything conscientious. He told Yao Xinhe that he was a classmate in elementary and junior high school. However, at that time, Yao Xinhe had too good grades and was too beautiful. Liu Daqiang relied on his own as the village party secretary and took people to bully him after class all day.

This matter was nothing, but later, Yao Xinhe cut his adoptive father Lu Xiangqian to death without saying a word. When he was captured, he looked at Liu Daqiang with a fierce look.

Liu Daqiang was so scared by that glance that he had been in adolescents for several years.

He looked fierce, but in fact he was particularly afraid of death. He always thought of such a cruel and ruthless person. He was not afraid of those who were barefoot and had to come out of the junior management office. One day he had to take a whim, would he cut himself off?

Liu Daqiang felt the panic he had when he was young again and was scared for a moment.

Now even if Yao Xinhe didn't go to kill him, he couldn't overcome the obstacle in his heart.
To be continued...