815 “AV Shooting Guide” 780: Information Exchange

After a restless night’s sleep, Qiao Qiao woke up before dawn.

Song Qiyan was still sleeping next to him. Qiao Qiao struggled for a while, then tiptoed out of the quilt and slipped out of the bedroom.

The wooden floor under your feet is solid and warm. Stepping on it with socks feels like walking on a carpet, and there will be no abnormal sound at all.Qiao Qiao couldn’t help but think of the house he rented before. When he stepped on the floor, he could make several different sounds. Walking from one end of the room to the other was like pulling a big saw. The creaking sound made people’s ears hurt.

She couldn’t help but sigh that decoration is indeed a business where you get what you pay for. It turns out that as long as the cost is ignored, all problems will no longer be a problem.

The servants were preparing breakfast in the dining room. Everything was in order. Qiao Qiao said he would eat later and walked straight into the guest room.

Cheng Xiu said he left a mobile phone for her. After thinking about it carefully, he could only leave it in this room, but the maid must have cleaned it. Where can he put it?

Qiao Qiao walked around the house and looked through all the cupboards, but still found nothing.

No, she seemed to have fallen into a fixed mindset. Since Cheng Xiu could touch the bathroom where she was, he could certainly enter other rooms at will. Why would he leave his phone in a place where it would be checked by the servants?

She ran upstairs and returned to the bedroom. Song Qiyan was still sleeping, and the bed was silent. She carefully walked around that area and entered the bathroom.

Sure enough, there was a mobile phone on the windowsill. Cheng Xiu should have left it when she was sleeping and then returned.

Very good!She finally has a cell phone!

In fact, Song Qiyan did not restrict her contact with the outside world. She would just ask the servants to bring whatever she wanted, but Qiao Qiao always felt that it was not safe and she would not use it unless absolutely necessary.

Qiao Qiao put his cell phone in his pocket. He definitely couldn’t take it with him. He had to find a hidden place to hide it.

Maybe her luck had finally run out here. Anyway, when she came out of the bathroom, she saw Song Qiyan half leaning on the bedside, looking at her with a bad look on his face.

“What are you doing?”

Qiao Qiao was instantly possessed by drama, and stretched greatly: “I need to go to the toilet.”

“You entered the bathroom.”

“Yes, I realized I went in the wrong way when I entered. I’m not used to this kind of separate bathroom and toilet design.” She smiled sheepishly, “Did it wake you up?”

Song Qiyan closed his eyes: “Fortunately, I was a light sleeper.”

He then said: “Come here.”

Qiao Qiao: “I, I need to go to the toilet.”

“Go back later.”

Qiao Qiao was numb, but in this situation, your forced refusal seemed more suspicious. She could only walk over, her phone swinging back and forth in her trouser pocket. Fortunately, her top was wide enough to cover it.

“What’s wrong?” Qiao Qiao stopped two steps away, “Do you want a drink of water?”

“Let you come here.” He was already a little unhappy.

Qiao Qiao’s palms were sweating, and her brain had even begun to rehearse what to do if Song Qiyan found out, but the man just held her hand.

Qiao Qiao was startled by the cold touch of the other person’s skin. She quickly put her hands together on her chest and breathed for him.

“Why is it so cold? Are you sick?”

“I had a nightmare.”

Qiao Qiao looked up in surprise. She had never associated the word ‘nightmare’ with Song Qiyan. He didn’t even look like a dreamer.

“I dreamed about something from the past.” His face looked paler than usual, “Please stay with me for a while.”

Qiao Qiao nodded and watched Song Qiyan lie back tiredly. She helped cover him with the quilt, and soon he could hear steady breathing.

It wasn’t until she was sure that he was asleep that Qiao Qiao quietly left to hide her cell phone. After doing this, she returned to the bedroom and carefully lay down next to Song Qiyan.

The man did not sleep peacefully this time, and his beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was deeply troubled by what was in his dream.

He said he dreamed about the past.

Speaking of which, Qiao Qiao seemed to have never heard Song Qiyan mention his past.Zhou Yuanchuan, Qin Ruicheng, Qiao Qiao had at least met their families and even visited their homes. Only Song Qiyan had always been alone, living alone and quietly.

Qiao Qiao still remembered the first time he went to his house. It was such a big house, clean and tidy, like a model house from a real estate company. However, it was beautiful, but not popular at all.

What is his past like?It doesn’t look good.

…

Song Qiyan returned to normal while having breakfast, and there was nothing unusual about the video conference with people in the company. Qiao Qiao told him that he wanted to go for a walk in the garden, and he just nodded, and then got back to his busy work.

Qiao Qiao walked a long way before she dared to take out her mobile phone. Fortunately, although Song Qiyan watched her closely, she could go anywhere else as long as she didn’t leave the gate.

Qiao Qiao saved a number in his mobile phone in advance, and soon Cheng Xiu’s voice rang: “Hello.”

“Cheng Xiu!” Qiao Qiao lowered his voice involuntarily, “I got the mobile phone you left. Is it convenient for you to talk?”

“Convenient.”

“Great.” Qiao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, “I know you have a lot of questions, and I have a lot of questions too. I have almost half an hour. We’ll take turns, and I’ll talk first.”

Time was running out yesterday, so she only talked about Jian Baiyou and stopped talking about it. Cheng Xiu didn’t know what was going to happen next, so Qiao Qiao took this opportunity to briefly talk about Qin Ruicheng’s situation.

“That’s probably it now.” She said in frustration, “I have no choice at all. Qin Ruicheng may die at any time, and I can’t protect him…”

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while: “Take him back to Qin’s house?”

“No.” Qiao Qiao was dejected, “Now the Qin family is completely under the control of the fake Qin Ruicheng. It is said that the ancestral home has been vacated and the family is planning to move to Europe. I can’t even get out of the door now, and I have to hide to contact you – I’m just a waste.”

“You’re not.”

“No, I’m a waste!” Qiao Qiao raised his voice.

Cheng Xiu: “…”

“That’s why I want to see Jian Baiyou. Zhou Yuanchuan said there is a way to save Qin Ruicheng, but he will definitely not tell me. I thought about it for a long time and thought Mr. Jian might know.” She paused and said eagerly, “By the way, can you think of how to save Qin Ruicheng?”

“I can’t think of it at the moment.”

“Oh, sure enough…” Qiao Qiao asked unwillingly, “Then do you think Mr. Jian can think of it?”

“Well, Master, I can certainly do it.”

He said this without any hesitation, as if he was answering that the earth is round, the sun is hot, and gravity was discovered by Newton.

“You actually have so much confidence in him…”

“The young master is very smart.”

After struggling for a while, Qiao Qiao couldn’t help but complain: “He is not as reliable as you think. When I was with him on Paradise Island, he basically didn’t care about anything. If I hadn’t worked hard on my own, I would have died in the insect fighting competition.”

Cheng Xiu said softly: “Didn’t the young master tell you?”

“What did you say?”

“You won’t die.”

“What do you mean?” Qiao Qiao was confused, “He never told me.”

Cheng Xiu: “There is an insurance policy. Only members of the Bohe family have this privilege.”

“Boch?”

“Well, the surname of the owner of Paradise Island is the father’s surname of Master Jian.”

Qiao Qiao thought, wow, this is the first time he knows another surname of Jian Baiyou, although he had guessed before that ‘Jian’ must be after his mother.

“He really didn’t mention a word to me.” Qiao Qiao twitched the corner of his mouth, but in any case, it was in line with Jian Baiyou’s style.She could imagine the gloating expression on Jian Baiyou’s face when she questioned him about this.

You will definitely say, ‘This is interesting, isn’t it?’——Such words.

She changed the subject: “Tell me about Mrs. Jade. I really didn’t expect that she was Mr. Jian’s grandma… Is there any hatred that would lead to this?”

“You said yesterday that the young master mentioned her.”

Qiao Qiao laughed awkwardly: “Ahem, don’t pay attention to these details. And you said that he can’t take revenge alone, so why does he want to die?”

“The young master has waited long enough. Maybe he wants to end it.” The person on the other end of the phone seemed to sigh: “The young master in the past was not like this.”

“You want to say that he was more -” Qiao Qiao originally wanted to say ‘bad’, but he immediately thought that the person he was talking to was Cheng Xiu, so he quickly swallowed the last two words.

“No, the young master used to be a very good and kind boy.”

“Huh?” Qiao Qiao thought he heard wrongly.

“The young master indulges in lust because he is in pain. He has no choice but to do so. His body is not normal.”

“Why? Is he sick?”

“…”

“Hey, don’t talk half-heartedly to keep people’s appetites!” Qiao Qiao couldn’t help shouting.

“The young master doesn’t want to mention these past events, and I shouldn’t talk about them either.”

Qiao Qiao was going crazy: “You are not his bodyguard anymore! You have already spoken anyway, so just tell me once!”

“…”

Qiao Qiao knew it was useless. As long as Cheng Xiu made up his mind and kept silent, no one could pry his mouth open. This man was very stubborn in this regard and could be said to be indifferent.

“Okay, let me change the topic.” Qiao Qiao said weakly, “What are you going to do? Go to Paradise Island and bring him back?”

“Yeah.”

“How sure are you?”

“I don’t know.” Cheng Xiu said calmly, “But first I need to see the young master.”

“Is there any way you can get in?”

“…”

Qiao Qiao was convinced: “Don’t you have any plans?! Paradise Island is not a hotel. You can’t break in even if you have three heads and six arms.”

“You have to try, you can’t watch the young master die.”

Qiao Qiao suddenly choked.

She remembered that day, in the empty and silent palace, Jian Baiyou was sitting cross-legged on the bed, supporting her chin with one hand and smiling at her.The swaying candlelight reflected his face, which was simply the most beautiful sight Qiao Qiao had ever seen in his life.

Qiao Qiao began to regret why she didn’t take a good look at him. If she knew that it might be the last time, she would definitely——

The harder you look, the longer you look.