Chapter 16 Mr. Wen's revisit

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The north wind is rustling, and even Suzhou has fallen into the smell of melting ice. Suzhou is particularly cold this year, and it has snowed a little. This snow is particularly rare for the people of Suzhou. Many people come out to watch the snow during the day, but at night, the whole Suzhou will be extremely quiet. Southerners can't stand the cold, and no one will wander the streets against the cold wind.

Except for the place of fireworks, there are few people everywhere.

The red lantern hanging at the door of the spring flowers and autumn moon building faintly lit up at night, and the swaying flames and the cold wind chased each other. Qin Si particularly liked the snowy day. She opened the window and let the warm atmosphere be replaced. An ice cream fell from the outstretched hand and then disappeared.

Qin Si smiled and looked at the snow flying like willow catkins outside. Standing by the window, looking at the snow and waiting for people is her happiest day. There are windows and snow, but people...

Thinking of Ye Yunyi, Qin Si's heart stung, and the love with sweetness and pain lingered all over his body. Yunyi, I'm leaving. How are you?

Her sudden smile and sadness fell into the other eye through the coffin.

"Master, since the woman doesn't remember anything, what else does the master do?" The general manager beside him held an umbrella for Qi Zhongwen, listening to the delicate laughter in the distance, and his dark eyebrows twisted high.

"That woman was hurt by the palm, so she must have lied." Qi Zhongwen's light words came out slowly.

The general manager took a step forward: "Then let people reveal it to Zhang Zhifu, at least they won't resent the third master."

Qi Zhongwen shook his head: "It has happened and it's not good."

"Master..."

Qi Zhongwen opened the umbrella covering his head with a folding fan and was facing the light and seductive eyes in the window. Condensing to put the joy and sorrow in his eyes, Qi Zhongwen couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart: "I found something more interesting."

The general manager saw Qi Zhongwen's smile and his eyes were unbelievable. He doesn't remember how long this master hasn't laughed.

Qi Zhongwen's pace became faster and faster. He stepped into the door, greeted the pimp and went straight upstairs.

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Qin Si's missing. She tightened the veil and asked, "Who?"

"Miss Qing'er, I'll see you later." Qi Zhongwen's voice came through the door, and Qin Si's finger was stunned. She really didn't know what this noble Wen came to do to her.

If it is about Zhang Haoran's assassination, he also made it clear last time... Qin thought that he had a similar atmosphere to Qi Zhongtian, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"Son Wen, Qing'er is not a guest. Please forgive me." Qin Si passed through the veil, and the feeling of suffocation gradually came. This Wenzhong is definitely not an ordinary person, and she can't afford to provoke.

"Oh, Qinger, open the door quickly. This Mr. Wen is on a special trip to see you." Seeing that Wen Zhong was blocked outside, the old lady hurried to relieve the siege. This Qinger is stubborn, but she doesn't want to offend the God of Wealth for nothing...

Qin Sisheng is under the eaves and has to worry about the meaning of the pimp.

The door was open, and Qin Si was dressed in white gauze, and his hairpins were scattered, like a fairy falling dust, which couldn't help but make Qi Zhongwen lose his mind. The old lady held the silver aside, said something in Qi Zhongwen's ear, and then closed the door with a smile.

The atmosphere in the room is particularly tight, and Qin Si is full of invisible barriers, which is quite a momentum to reject people thousands of miles away. Qi Zhongwen hooked the gloomy and narrow corners of his eyes and looked at him from time to time.

When Qin Si saw that he was silent, he let him look. When he raised his eyes, Qin Si also saw Qi Zhongwen clearly. The rather evil and feminine face makes the narrow phoenix eyes extremely dazzling, and this face is indeed the upper layer. But his temperament is not like a businessman.

"Have you seen enough?" Qi Zhongwen asked with a smile.

Qin Si sat down opposite Qi Zhongwen and remained cold: "If Mr. Wen doesn't look at me, how do you know that I'm looking at you?"

A cold reply made Qi Zhongwen more interested in Qin Si, "Miss Qing'er is so eloquence..."

"I dare not do it." Qin Si answered in a low voice, "I don't know what's wrong with Mr. Wen's special trip to Qinger today?"

Qin Si didn't want to continue to stalemate, so she looked at it. Wen Zhong's slender fingers were born in a large family at first glance, but she remembered that the old woman said that the Wen family started from nothing a few years ago and came from Wen Zhong. Qin Si thought about it carefully, and I'm afraid that Wen Zhong's * will not be simple.

The richest man in Suzhou, with shops even all over the capital. If you want to do a big business, you naturally can't deal with the government. As long as he touches the government, Qin Si will stay away from him anyway.

"The Qinger girl seems to be in a hurry." Qi Zhongtian put down the folding fan in his hand, supported his head with one hand and rested on his leg with the other hand, and looked very leisurely.

"Qing'er is just afraid of delaying Mr. Wen." Qin Si lowered his eyes and said, but his obedient posture showed a strange and arrogant posture.

"hehe." Qi Zhongwen shook his head, and suddenly the words of the old duckling suddenly appeared in his mind. This Qinger is a clean man, and Wen Dagui looks at it kindly.

Thinking of this, Qi Zhongwen's heart was inexplicably comfortable, and the corners of his lips curved: "Qing'er..."

He called and inadvertently hit Qin Si's face with one hand. There was only one thought in his heart. He wanted to see the face under this veil.

Qin Si reacted very quickly, and his waist lay back and dodged. The body was unstable for a moment and slid aside. Qin Si wanted to lift his breath and stabilize his body, but Wen Zhong was present, so he had to hold the round stool in a panic and let Rulan's breath blow the veil, and the veil rippled slightly. As the veil moved slightly, Qi Zhongwen's ear bones trembled, and his eyes inadvertently looked out of the window.

"What is Mr. Wen doing?" Qin Si's words were full of anger,

Qi Zhongwen quickly withdrew his eyes and bowed his hand and said, "It's Wen who is reckless. Wen saw a stain on the girl's veil, so he wanted to help the girl down."

"Real?" Qin Si clearly didn't believe it, but he still pretended and touched the veil.

"Would you like to talk about a game with Wen?" Qi Zhongwen looked at the chessboard beside him and got up and walked to the coffee table. The slender finger picked up a black man, turned his head and smiled at Qin Si.

Qin Si was Rui in his heart, but he also nodded and agreed. He just wanted to finish playing chess and send him away as soon as possible.

The murderous spirit is everywhere on the chessboard. The black son is very strong all the way to attack the city, while the white son is weak and gently dodged. It seems to be scattered in all directions but the veins are connected. Qin Si looked at the chessboard and racked her brains to avoid the wind. She didn't want to win or lose, but Heizi pressed her step by step, forcing her to concentrate on dealing with it.

Chess is like a human, this Wenzhong must be a person who is restless and ambitious everywhere.

In Qi Zhongwen's view, this young man is not an ordinary person. She is thoughtful and seems to be chaotic, but in fact she is a beauty.

After a game of chess, the two played for an hour. Clearing the chessboard turned out to be a draw.

Qi Zhongwenlang laughed, and his evil face was more bright: "It's rare. Wen's chess skills are not high, but he rarely meets his opponents. Qinger girl really surprised me..."

Qin Siling smiled and said, "No, Qinger just played at will, but Mr. Wen's black son. At first glance, he looks like a dragon playing in water, and he is really good at chess."

Looking at the hour, a gentle wind sounded out of the window. Qi Zhongwen no longer stayed and left the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon Building.

Under the eaves outside the building, the chief manager was looking at him with a tight face. Qi Zhongwen approached quietly and only heard the chief manager whisper: "Master, there seems to be a master hiding in this spring flower and autumn moon building in secret. A murderous spirit just appeared, but strangely, the murderous spirit dissipated in an instant, but I didn't even find a figure.

When the general manager spoke, he was quite annoyed. He is self-respecting that he is good at martial arts, but he doesn't even want to see the enemy's figure. If it is an assassin, the consequences are really unimaginable.

"Oh?"

Qi Zhongwen did not blame him. There were people outside the world. He also felt the murderous spirit. At that time, he was about to take off Qinger's veil, and then he retreated, and the murderous spirit was gone...

It's really strange that this master made a special trip to protect her. This Qinger, hehe, is really a mystery.

"Since you are interested, you can keep an eye on it recently. At least make it clear whether the person you can't deal with is an enemy or a friend. Qi Zhongwen's deep and magnetic voice rolled snowflakes behind him.

The general manager was five points unconvinced and five points worried, and naturally agreed: "Master, don't worry."

Qi Zhongwen turned his cheek, fixed his eyes on the closed **, and then strode back.

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For several days in a row, Qi Zhongwen will sit in the spring flower and autumn moon building. Qin Si can only deal with it carefully because of the old pimp. On the fifth day, Qin Si simply said that he could not be sick, and even the maid sent food into the house. Although the old lady didn't know how to explain to Wen Zhong, she did not dare to let the sick girl entertain guests.

That night, Qi Zhongwen was empty and was about to leave, but the slaves beside Qingmo came down to invite him. Qi Zhongwen hesitated for a moment and put away the folding fan into Qingmo's room.

"Qingmo has met Mr. Wen." Qingmo rested for a few days, and his face became more and more red, even more charming than before. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, moving, and her waist trembled slightly.

Qi Zhongwen's eyes passed her roughly: "What are you looking for me for?"

"Qingmo heard that Mr. Wen's teahouse has not been in good condition recently, but is it true?" Qingmo poured a cup of tea and offered it with both hands.

"What..." Qi Zhongwen took the tea but didn't drink it and said lazily. With a very shallow anger in his laziness, he would like to see what this green ink wants to think.

Qingmo turned around and stood behind Qi Zhongwen. His fingers slowly slid back and forth on his shoulder, and the thin crispness passed from his fingertips to Qi Zhongwen's shoulder. But he was not interested at all, but disgusted. He stretched out his hand to open Qingmo's hand with a folding fan, and his voice sounded like an ice front: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Ms. Wen is really a cheerful person. Qing Mo has come up with a way. I don't know if Mr. Wen is willing to listen?" With a pain in his hand, Qingmo put his hand to his lips and blew his breath, and said with a delicate smile.

Qi Zhongwen's eyes were cold, hummed softly, and motioned Qingmo to go on.

"The method of green ink, Mr. Wen must like it..."