Yuan Yanqi fell asleep in Jiang Miao's room, but he got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast.

I still want to go back to the past. Even though there will be no shortage of people to make breakfast in the old house, Yuan Yanqi still wants to do it himself. What's more, Jiang Miao is not eating alone now, there is another one in his belly.

When Jiang Miao got up, Yuan Yanqi just happened to bring breakfast to the table.

Zhang Congshen was about to call Jiang Miao, but Jiang Miao went downstairs by himself.

"You woke up on time," Zhang Congshen looked at her with a smile.

"Where's Zhang Yang?" Jiang Miao walked down the stairs and looked around. Zhang Yang didn't have dinner with them last night.

"Not back." Zhang Congshen pursed his lips and shook his head.

Zhang Yang hasn't come back since he left yesterday afternoon, and he can't get through on the phone.

Zhang Congshen is having a hard time. He is not even sure whether he needs to worry or not. Zhang Yang is a boy, and he is the most playful age in his early twenties. If he didn't come back this night, you wouldn't even know that he was in trouble.

Still having fun.

"Ignore him, let's eat first." Zhang Congshen shook his head helplessly.

Halfway through breakfast, Yuan Yanqi's cell phone rang.

"Hello, okay." Yuan Yanqi answered the phone with an understatement and calm tone.

"I'm going out," Yuan Yanqi said after hanging up the phone, and looked at Jiang Miao again, "If there's nothing urgent at the company, don't drive yourself. When I come back, I'll see you off."

"Yes." Jiang Miao nodded and stood up, "I'll take you out."

Yuan Yanqi did not refuse and allowed Jiang Miao to take her to the car. When they were getting into the car, Yuan Yanqi shook Jiang Miao's hand and said, "I'll pick up Zhang Yang, just wait for me at home.

"

"What's wrong with him?" Jiang Miao actually knew something was wrong when Yuan Yanqi answered the phone just now.

"I don't know, there seems to be a fight with someone. I'll go and take a look first." When Yuan Yanqi spoke, he lowered his eyes and patted the back of Jiang Miao's hand, comforting him gently.

"Yeah", Jiang Miao nodded, and then watched Yuan Yanqi get into the car.

When the car started, Yuan Yan Qineng saw Jiang Miao's gradually smaller figure in the rearview mirror, and felt warm in his heart.

Yuan Yanqi arrived at the police station as quickly as possible.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw A Feng coming out, followed by Zhang Yang, who seemed to have a happy face.

"Brother Qi," Afeng greeted Yuan Yanqi, then turned sideways so that he could face Zhang Yang directly.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Yanqi opened the car door and looked sideways at the man who was a little embarrassed at the moment.

"It's okay, we had a good fight." Zhang Yang was very bold when he spoke, with an air of dissatisfaction and unwillingness to admit defeat.

Yuan Yanqi glanced at him with a frown, patted the roof of the car, "You get in the car first."

"Oh", Zhang Yang was sensible and obediently opened the door and got in the car first, sitting in the back.

Zhang Yang got into the car, and Yuan Yanqi looked at A Feng, "What's going on?"

Ah Feng shook his head and laughed, "He saw him painting people on the pedestrian street last night, and then they got into a fight."

"What's the reason?" Yuan Yanqi took a deep breath.

"He painted for people, but they were not satisfied and didn't pay them, so he got mad and started fighting." After a pause, Afeng added, "To be precise, he should have beaten them.

"

Yuan Yan pursed his lips and glanced back at the car unconsciously, "He is the only one who can hit others?"

Afeng smiled and said, "Big guy, if you really fight him, he will definitely not be able to beat you. People probably saw that he was angry and didn't fight back. Fighting back would be like fighting each other."

"How much did you lose?" Yuan Yanqi didn't know whether to laugh at this time.

Ah Feng took a security guard and handed it to Yuan Yanqi. Yuan Yanqi nodded and glanced at it, without saying anything, and motioned for Ah Feng to get in the car.

Yuan Yan opened the car and glanced at the car mirror while driving, looking at the person behind with a bruised nose and swollen face.

"You didn't fight back, how did you get this injury?"

"I haven't had many fights. When I get excited, I hurt myself," Zhang Yang said without blushing.

"Well, that's pretty cool," Yuan Yanqi couldn't help but praise.

"How many pictures did you draw? How much does one cost?" Yuan Yanqi lazily continued to ask.

Zhang Yang frowned and glanced at the person sitting next to him, obviously not wanting to continue this topic, "We'll talk about this later."

"Are you still afraid of being laughed at? Do you have ten yuan?" Yuan Yanqi laughed.

"Brother Aqi, do you know that it's not kind of you to ask at this time? You are going to be a father, so you should be virtuous."

"Haha, if I were evil, I wouldn't care about you today."

Zhang Yang hummed twice and looked out the window.

"Are you going to go back like this, or will you go back after your face heals?"

"Does my dad know? If not, let me live in your house for a few days." Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. Anyway, now that Yuan Yanqi has returned to his old home, the house he lived in before is empty.

Yuan Yanqi smiled, took the key from the car drawer and threw it to him, "Don't make a mess for me, or I will really throw you out."

"I understand." Zhang Yang nodded quickly.

After a pause, he added, "I'll try my best not to leave any color on you when I'm painting."

Yuan Yanqi looked at him and said, "Hey, you still want to draw?"

"Of course", Zhang Yang insisted.

Yuan Yanqi smiled, but was not willing to hit him anymore. He sent Zhang Yang directly to where he came from, and then sent A Feng back.

When Ah Feng got off the car, Yuan Yanqi also told him, "A Feng, when he paints, you should go and see him sometimes. Don't fight with anyone next time. You can go to my place when you have time."

I glanced at him, I was afraid he would starve to death there alone."

Yuan Yanqi seemed a little helpless when he said this, and he didn't know if an artist could feel hungry.

"Without the young master's life, it is all the young master's illness."

Afeng smiled and nodded in agreement, and the last sentence summed it up particularly well.

Yuan Yanqi watched A Feng go upstairs, then started the car again and returned to the old house.

After explaining to Zhang Congshen that Zhang Yang was going to retreat and paint at his place, he picked up Jiang Miao and sent her to the company.

When Jiang Miao got off the bus, Yuan Yanqi did not get off, but rested his head on the window and looked at Jiang Miao with burning eyes.

Jiang Miao stood in front of the window, turned her head and looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Yuan, did you finally get down to business today?"

"I'm going to have a meeting and I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

Yuan Yan Qineng used a computer to work in Jiang Miao's office, and he wished he could take root in Jiang Miao's office, but there were also some things that needed to be done personally.

"Well, let's go." Jiang Miao nodded. Just as he was about to retreat, Yuan Yanqi took his hand out of the car window and suddenly pulled Jiang Miao.

Their eyes met, and Yuan Yanqi's eyes were full of tenderness. He raised his head slightly, stuck his head out of the car window, and then pointed at his face, "Don't you leave anything for me?"

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