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Chapter 6 It's a pity, it's just a resemblance

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    I drove Qian Qian to No. 400 Yanghe Road, and finally found the address.  Qian Qian saw a familiar place, got out of the car and walked over.  I followed him, trying to see who lived there.

    After the door was knocked open, a dark-skinned fat woman came out. Seeing Qian Qian, she swears: "Old bastard! How dare you come back! You owe me rent!"

    Qian Qian didn't feel embarrassed because the landlord was collecting debts, but asked her if she had seen Cui Qian.

    The woman snorted coldly and said, "Your concubine, she ran away with her a long time ago, and stayed here to pay the rent for you."

    "Did she not come back?" Qian Qian asked again unwillingly.

    "No¡ªyes!" The landlady was not polite at all.

    "Thenthen what should I do?" Qian Qian had a sad expression on his face, and only then did he think of his situation.

    "What should I do? You ask me? I don't know, why are you paying my rent! If you don't pay back, throw all your broken things out!" The landlady threatened.

    "Isn't it just that I owe you some rent, so that I am so unreasonable? How much he owes you, I will pay it for him!" I really can't stand the landlady's arrogant attitude.

    "It would be great if someone paid back the money! Two thousand yuan!" The landlady's words were like chopping a kitchen knife on a chopping board.

    I sorted out Qian Qian's things from the room.  He didn't have many things, and a quilt was damp and smelly, so I threw it into the trash can.  Immediately, a group of flies surrounded it as if seeing a treasure.  For the rest of the clothes, I picked a few that were reasonably well thought out and put them in the trunk, and asked me to throw away other miscellaneous things including toiletries.

    In the end, I saw a notebook with a book cover, which seemed to be a meaningful thing, so I kept it.  Seeing that there was nothing more to pack up, I took it out and threw it away.  The landlady stood at the door like a warden, watching me pack my things, as if I was afraid that I would steal something from her house.

    After packing up, I left No. 400 Yanghe Road with Qian Qian and his belongings.  Qian Qian's eyes did not leave that place, watching it slowly go away, and finally disappeared from sight.

    I was driving the car thinking about what to do next?  Qian Qian can't live with me all the time.  But in his current situation, if I don't help him, who will help him?  It is really unpredictable that this god-level teacher will end up like this.  In addition to being pitiful, I suddenly felt hateful.  At such an old age, how could he still mess with a third-rate female star?  The concubine that the landlady mentioned was definitely referring to Trish.  Changing names and surnames, getting together with a bad old man, what kind of singing is it?  The taste is unique enough!

    Along the way, I thought about many messy things in my heart.  But Qian Qian didn't say a word, just looking in the direction where No. 400 Yanghe Road disappeared.

    Lao Ji called. In the past two days, he took Wan Qiu'er to attend a ribbon-cutting ceremony in Yihu City.  Tomorrow night, I can set aside time to have a meal, but I will use the name of the interview.

    Thinking of Lao Ji's saying "A piece of grace should be reciprocated by a spring", this spring is still gushing so fast.

    "Brother Zhixuan really didn't build it."

    "Haha! How dare you not work for a beautiful woman!"

    "My press card came in handy again!"

    "Then interview me by the way, I know everything, and I can talk endlessly!"

    "OK!"

    I took Qian Qian to get a haircut, which made people look more refreshed, so I wouldn't be kicked out of the coffee shop in Fengqing Street.  I specially bought a new set of clothes for Qian Qian to wear, but when I was dressing Qian Qian, a thought suddenly popped up in my mind: Maybe I misunderstood it at the beginning.  Wan Qiuer and Cui Qian are basically two people, they just look alike.  If this is the case, wouldn't it be a joke to take Qian Qian to see Wan Qiu'er rashly.  After this idea came into being, I thought it would be better to be more cautious in this meeting.  So I decided not to bring Qian Qian this time, and I will make a decision after I confirm whether Wan Qiuer and Cui Qian are the same person.

    I took a photo of Qian Qian and quickly printed it out with a printer.  After that, I went out half an hour early, ordered a bouquet of flowers at the flower shop, and asked the waiter of the flower shop for a greeting card, which wrote: May Miss Wan Qiuer stay young forever!  The inscription reads: modest.  At the same time, the photo was pasted on the greeting card.  I paid the money, left an address for the waiter, and asked to deliver it to the coffee shop on Fengfeng Street on time at 7:30 in the evening, and hand it over to Miss Wan Qiuer at table No. 8.

    Everything is ready, I drove to Fengfeng Street.

    When we arrived, Wan Qiuer didn't come, so I chatted with Lao Ji for a while, and Lao Ji??Ask me why I didn¡¯t bring that friend, and I shared my thoughts with Lao Ji.  Lao Ji also felt a little strange, so it's better to be more cautious.

    Ten minutes past seven, Wan Qiuer finally appeared.  Carrying an LV bag, she dressed like a high society lady.  Lao Ji set a chair for her, and she sat down awkwardly, and called "Brother Zhixuan".  That voice gave me goosebumps.

    As a reporter for Xinxing Weekly, I interviewed Wan Qiuer and Lao Ji, asking about the start of filming of some new dramas, and Wan Qiuer's future work trends.  Wan Qiu'er, who is half red but not purple, is very interested in seeing the exclusive interview.  She talked in a whiny voice about cooperating with celebrities in the filming circle. She talked so eloquently that she didn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth.  one.

    I straightened my hair and listened to her quivering.

    At 7:30, the florist showed up on time, and he walked straight to our table with flowers.  Sending the flowers to Wan Qiuer respectfully, that Wan Qiuer didn't take the opportunity to pose for me to take a photo?  I lost no time to send a sentence: "Miss Wan is really a fan of thousands of people, I didn't expect to have your fans here!"

    "Where! Where!" Wan Qiu'er said so, and her heart must be full of joy.

    She is happy, I really feel sorry for the hundred oceans.

    After taking the photo, Wan Qiuer found a greeting card inside the flower.  She took it out, opened it, and read the words on it naturally.  Then he pointed to the photo and smiled at us and said, "So I still have such an older fan, haha!"

    In this situation, I exchanged glances with Lao Ji.  We all know that Wan Qiuer and Cui Qian are two people.

    Wan Qiu'er was still intoxicated there, but I had no idea in my mind.  what on earth is it?  Who is the real Trish?  where is she?

    Leaving the coffee shop, I and the two of them were separated, I was facing south, and they were facing north.

    Lao Ji will have another unforgettable night tonight.

    Qian Qian is still waiting at home.  When I went back, he asked me when I would take him to see Trish.  When I saw his eyes, he looked like a child who was anxious to find a mother. I didn't know whether to feel pity or hate.

    I said: "Teacher Qian! Cui Qian is not here for something. She will be back in two days. May I take you there?"

    He nodded.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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