Watching the live broadcast of the domineering president [MTL]

Ch 11

Chapter 11:

It was silent for a while.

Yin Bao said: "Mr. Qin, is it your turn to spy on my life now?"

Qin Yu: "......" The girl's voice was soft, "

Oh, I know, you must have been sent by my brother's business enemy." Then tell them that I'm not interested in men. After a pause, she deliberately stiffened her face and said in a calm voice: "Especially you."

 Qin Yu: "............"

Yin Bao held back and held back, seeing Qin Yu's black face, he couldn't help but smile, there was a rippling light in his dark eyes, and the corners of his lips rose.

The setting sun shone down, dyeing the girl's face a gentle crimson, and her eyes smiled crookedly, like the sweetest honey.

It is really not easy to get a game back from Qin Yu.

Yin Bao shook his legs, put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said seriously: "I didn't expect you to be able to contact my world, how about it, I didn't lie to you, right?"

Qin Yu didn't speak.

Yin Bao asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Qin, is there anything wrong with me?"

The man was cold and had no expression on his face, and after a while, his voice was low and cold: "You didn't answer my question."

Yin Bao was slightly stunned.

She seriously recalled the question before this conversation just now, and after thinking for a long time, she finally remembered the first time Qin Yu saw her, and asked: "Brother Boyu, who is it?"

It seemed that someone was poked in the center for a moment The most secret, softest, and most painful place.

Yin Bao didn't speak, her dark eyelashes drooping.

Suddenly there was silence in the garden.

The wind blows through the rose bushes, and the soft rustle brings a faint fragrance.

Qin Yu clearly saw that the girl who was still naughty and troublesome just now seemed to have her soul taken away at this moment.

The man was coldly silent.

I can't tell if it's sad or something else. He has never been good at feeling other people's emotions, but for some reason, at this moment, he can feel the thoughts and memories that rush like a tide, completely enveloping her and sinking into the deep sea where there is no light in the distance.

After a long time, Yin Bao opened his mouth, looking at his toes, his voice was soft, and he seemed to be unhappy, "It has nothing to do with you." I won't tell you.

Qin Yu didn't speak.

Yin Bao asked, "It should be ...... over there" She bit her lip and calculated carefully, but she didn't expect to calculate it, "Twenty-five o'clock, it should be one o'clock in the morning, right? Why don't you sleep, Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yu still didn't speak.

I don't know where the evil happened, he looked at Yin Bao, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth coldly and in a low voice, "Sick, headache."

Yin Bao was taken aback, "Ah, what's wrong? Is it a cold?"

Qin Yu let out a low "um" sound, "Fever."

Yin Bao asked worriedly, "Why? Why do you have a fever?"

Qin Yu said, "It's raining."

Yin Bao stood up, "Then you didn't drink ginger soup when you were drenched in the rain?" Aunt Song said that drinking ginger soup is the most effective when you catch a cold and suffer from cold.

Qin Yu was silent for a moment, "No."

Yin Bao was stunned, "Don't you have a servant in your house?"

Qin Yu said, "I live alone." 

Sure enough, it's emotional apathy.

Yin Bao sighed in his heart, and suddenly felt some sympathy.

After a long time, the girl sat up, her dark eyes were full of the light of the setting sun, and whispered: "Actually, I don't know how to do it, but I see that Aunt Song used to take care of me like this." You take some medicine first, wear more, go to bed and cover the quilt to sleep, cover the sweat, maybe it's fine. She told him seriously, "Be sure to cover it, and you can't do without the quilt if it's hot."

Qin Yu didn't speak.

Yin Bao said: "Go quickly." 

Until lying in bed, Qin Yu didn't know why he would say so much to a little girl. Not only did she say it, but she did what she said.

The man was coldly silent, staring at the ceiling. After a long time, he wanted to reach out and hang up the call on the phone, but the moment he touched the phone, he heard Yin Bao's soft voice:

"Good night."

Qin Yu's hand paused.

Because the mobile phone was placed flat at the head of the bed, Yin Bao couldn't see Qin Yu, she could only see the ceiling of the bedroom, and she didn't know if Qin Yu was listening, but she still rarely said seriously and gently: "Tomorrow will definitely be fine."

Qin Yu slowly withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.

After a while, I heard a voice coming from my phone again.

The girl whispered to herself, "I forgot, it's the next day."

Qin Yu closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips pulled slightly.

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This night's sleep seems to have been a long time.

The dream was drowsy and dark, and there was silence all around, cold silence, without a sound.

Qin Yu confronted the darkness indifferently, not moving, always silent in this cold silence. Because he knew that not only in this dream, but also in his twenty-eight years of life, there were cliffs everywhere, and as long as he took a wrong step, it was an abyss.

The world is dark, cold, and silent.

Until in this endless silence, there was a soft humming sound.

The voice was soft, humming I don't know what tune, like a light, tearing open the darkness in an instant.

When the endless darkness dissipated, Qin Yu still stood indifferently in place.

But what he saw was not the edge of the abyss.

It's a garden at sunset.

Bushes of pink roses bloom all over the place, grapevines climb all over the swing frame, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the silence. The sunset on the horizon is like an overturned paint, pouring down all the way.

It's a secret garden in a fairy tale.

Qin Yu stood there for a long time.

The girl sat on a swing not far away, holding a chubby white cat in her arms, and when she saw him, her eyes crooked and smiled.

Qin Yu slowly stretched out his hand to her.

Then, he heard Yin Bao say softly: "Brother Boyu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Qin Yu's outstretched hand paused and stopped in mid-air.

he withdrew his hand and remained coldly silent.

A glimmer of light rushed into the eyelids.

The light grew brighter and brighter, until I had to slowly open my eyes.

The curtains were not drawn, and the sky was already bright, I don't know if it was seven or half past six.

Qin Yu lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

There was a soft humming in my ears, and I jumped from one key to another for a while.

Qin Yu slowly sat up and picked up his phone from the bedside.

The call is not hanging.

It was already late on Yin Bao's side, and she was still lying on the bed drawing, and her mobile phone was placed next to her.

The girl bites her pen and draws a comic while humming a song.

Qin Yu looked at Yin Bao silently for a long time, his voice was low and cold: "It's so late, why don't you sleep?" Yin Bao: "?"

She leaned over, "You're awake." After a pause, "How's it going, are you feeling better?"

The man didn't speak, as if he had reverted to his indifference, "Hmm."
Yin Bao glanced at the time, "It's already twelve o'clock! I haven't finished painting half yet......" Sighed, saved the painting, Yin Bao sat up, picked up the milk that Aunt Song brought her before, and drank the last remaining half a cup.

Qin Yu looked at Yin Bao.

She seems to love milk.

Like a child.

No, she was originally a child.

Silly, innocent and foolish child.

When Yin Bao finished drinking the milk, Qin Yu had already gotten up and answered a phone call.

It was a call from the assistant, "Mr. Qin, the driver has already arrived downstairs, the plane is half past eight."

Qin Yu didn't say anything, "Hmm." 

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yu took back his mobile phone, and Yin Bao asked, "Today is Saturday, do you have to go to work too?"

Qin Yu looked at her, "Go to country M today."

Yin Bao nodded, "Then, have a good trip."

Qin Yu fell silent coldly.

After a long silence, Yin Bao heard Qin Yu's voice in a low voice, "Don't drink milk in bed in the future." 

The girl was slightly stunned.

Qin Yu finally said: "Go to bed early, don't stay up late."

After speaking, without waiting for Yin Bao to answer, the man said coldly: "Hang up." 

The next moment, the phone screen was already black.

Yin Bao held the mobile phone and sat on the bed for a long time.

In distant memories, there was once a cold teenager who told her the same thing.

At that time, she was still young and liked to sit in bed and drink milk.

Qin Boyu occasionally came to her house and saw her sitting on the bed drinking milk, so he said, "Don't drink milk in bed."

As a child, she would ask curiously, "Why?" and the boy replied, "I accidentally spilled on the bed."

She shook her head and sat upright, "Yin Bao is obedient, and he won't spill on the bed."

Qin Boyu looked at her for a long time, and finally the corners of his lips seemed to float a little curvature, and he couldn't tell if it was a laugh or something, but he just stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, "Aunt Song said, you always don't sleep at night and secretly read comics."

Yin Bao lowered his head, his ears flushed.

Qin Boyu squatted in front of her, looked at her at eye level, and said lightly: "Be obedient, don't stay up late, stay up late and don't grow tall."

She hung her head and said, "Then, my brother can't stay up late." 

That year, Qin Boyu took the college entrance examination.

The young man said lightly: "Okay." My brother doesn't stay up late. After a pause, he held out his hand, "Pull the hook."

His big hand hooked up with her little hand and little finger, as if that would really keep the oath alive forever.

However, she was not well-behaved, did not listen to him, did not go to bed early, did not stay up late, and did not sit on the bed and drink milk.

But in this world, there is no more that teenager to talk about her.

Yin Bao sat on the bed and slowly lowered his head.

The man's cold and chiseled face appeared in front of him, and a low, indifferent voice was in his ears.

The girl slowly hugged her knees, buried her face in her knees, and held back her tears.

There is a place in the bottom of my heart, sour, soft, I can't tell what it feels like.