When I heard Zhao Qin say I miss me, a strong sense of warmth also appeared in my heart.

It is possible for an excellent woman like Zhao Qin to worry about me all the time, and whenever she has time, she calls me impatiently. My life is really perfect.

When I think of the mutual concerns between Zhao Qin and his friends in the past and now, I feel special nostalgia.

"Then call me when you have time," I said with a smile.

"Where do I have so much empty space?" Zhao Qin on the other end of the phone rolled his eyes, but his heart was filled with sweetness.

"If you don't have time, just take time out. At worst, just ignore those things and just talk to me about the phone." I said.

"Go to you!" Zhao Qin cursed angrily.

"If my grandfather heard this, it would be strange if he couldn't blow his beard and stare at you!"

"Haha, the old man is reluctant to let him go. I am his granddaughter's man." I said with a loud laugh.

"Shameless! Who said you are my man?" Zhao Qin snorted lightly and said.

"I am not your man, who can still be your man? You want to give birth to a daughter for me. I have to take time to get this done."

"Dream you!" Zhao Qin rolled his eyes again.

After chatting happily with Zhao Qin again, Zhao Qin said that she was going to have a meeting and chat with me next time. He also told me not to go to Yangcheng, otherwise I would be angry with me.

I had no choice but to agree first, and Zhao Qin hung up the phone with satisfaction.

After hanging up the phone, although I felt very comfortable after talking to Zhao Qin, I still felt something was wrong with Zhao Qin.

As for what was wrong, I couldn't feel it. I could only think that it was caused by Zhao Qin's fatigue.

...

Yangcheng.

Zhao Qin, who was sitting in the car, hung up the phone, looked at the phone in his hand for a long time, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Miss, are we going to knock on the door now?" asked the middle-aged man sitting in the main driver, looking at the rearview mirror.

"Is Ye Qingcheng at home?" Zhao Qin then put away his cell phone, raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man and asked.

"It should be at home. Our people didn't see Ye Qingcheng going out today." The middle-aged man said.

Zhao Qin thought about it, then nodded slightly and said to the middle-aged man: "Go and knock on the door, you always have to ask for an explanation."

The middle-aged man nodded, opened the car door and walked down.

Zhao Qin did not stay in the car anymore and followed him out.

The middle-aged man walked to the villa door and knocked on it. Soon a middle-aged woman opened the door. It seemed that she was the nanny of the villa.

"Who are you looking for?" the middle-aged woman looked at Zhao Qin and the bodyguards beside her and asked in confusion.

"Hello, Auntie, is Miss Ye Qingcheng at home?" Zhao Qin asked at the nanny with a smile.

The nanny was about to answer when a voice came from behind.

"Oh! A rare guest!"

Zhao Qin looked up and saw that there was a woman full of intellectual aura standing on the steps. This woman was dressed in homely clothes, but it was still easy to observe the strong aura of some superiors from this woman, which was brought by those who had been in the upper class for a long time.

However, the woman's face was a little playful and joking, and she even looked a little gloating, which made Zhao Qin feel slightly unhappy.

Ye Qingcheng!

This woman is Ye Qingcheng, the leader of the Ye family, who fought with Zhao Qin to death. The purpose of Zhao Qin came today was to find this woman.

"Don't Miss Ye welcome me?" Zhao Qin glanced at a woman who was not as capable as her or even more powerful than her, and tugged at the corner of her mouth and said.

"Of course we welcome it, but Miss Zhao is not afraid of my danger?" Ye Qingcheng asked with a smile.

"What? Do you think in Miss Ye's heart that the place where Miss Ye lives should be in danger?" Zhao Qin smiled and said.

"Hey! He is so good at talking. If you are not afraid of death, come in." Ye Qingcheng chuckled, then turned his head and stopped looking at Zhao Qin, and walked towards the villa. It seemed that Ye Qingcheng was not a hospitable master.

Of course, Zhao Qin would not be scared by Ye Qingcheng's words, so he raised his foot and walked into the villa.

The middle-aged man next to Zhao Qin also followed Zhao Qin with a vigilant look on his face, looking at the layout of the villa courtyard, as if he was worried about encountering an ambush.

After entering the villa, Ye Qingcheng seemed to guess that Zhao Qin would follow in, but he was already sitting on the tea table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and started making tea.

Zhao Qin looked at the decoration in the villa. It was very simple and even had a simple and elegant taste. He had everything but did not give people a messy feeling. Ye Qingcheng was a woman who could live a life.

"Miss Zhao, please sit down." Ye Qingcheng glanced at Zhao Qin and pointed to the chair opposite.

Zhao Qin was not pretentious, nodded slightly, then walked to Ye Qingcheng and sat down.

Ye Qingcheng did not speak and concentrated on making tea. Zhao Qin did not disturb Ye Qingcheng, just as if he was appreciating Ye Qingcheng's tea art.

Soon, Ye Qingcheng brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup of strong fragrance of tea and handed it to Zhao Qin.

Zhao Qin smiled slightly, then picked up the teacup.

"Miss!"

The middle-aged man beside Zhao Qin was shocked when he saw this and quickly spoke out to stop him.

The woman in front of me is Zhao Qin's mortal enemy. I guess she is always thinking about letting Zhao Qin die. How can this woman's tea be drunk at will?

What if you have diarrhea?

Zhao Qin glanced at the middle-aged man and smiled again, but did not stop his movements. He continued to pick up the teacup in his hand and put it on his mouth and took a sip, allowing the tea to stimulate his taste buds.

"Good tea." Zhao Qin praised.

"But I don't know where this tea comes from. I know a little about it, but this is the first time I have tasted Miss Ye's tea with such a fragrant fragrance."

"If I say you are lucky, do you believe it?" Ye Qingcheng said with a smile.

"Oh? How do you say this?" Zhao Qin looked at Ye Qingcheng and asked.

"This tea is called ambergris." Ye Qingcheng introduced.

"Amberg? I haven't seem to have heard of tea that name." Zhao Qin searched in his mind for a while and spoke.

"Of course you have never heard of it, because this is a variety I planted by myself. In the Taoist temple in Longhu Mountain, there are only two mother trees in total. In a sense, this is more precious than the Dahongpao of Wuyi." Ye Qingcheng said with a smile.
Chapter completed!