The man was familiar with Weibo, a little stuck, and the headlines came into view a few seconds later: supermodel Yan Shiqi blew up that he was married, and her husband was suspected of being an outsider. For the latest news, please click on the link below......

When he saw this news, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and after finding his only follower, the Weibo content posted by Yan Shiqi was also impressive.

A weather-beaten heart, full of warmth.

About twenty minutes, Yan Shiqi walked out of the bathroom, her face was dyed, her eyes were warm, and she subconsciously looked for the man's figure in the bedroom, but she was empty.

It's almost eleven o'clock, where has he been?

Yan Shiqi sat at the head of the bed a little suspiciously, her fingers running through her hair from time to time, thinking of something, she got up and took her mobile phone from the coffee table again, and entered the Weibo page.

She wants to see what public opinion is happening on the Internet now.

In the hot search at the moment, there is a name that has been pushed to the front row, and there is a word 'explosion' behind it.

Another hot search exploded?

When Yan Shiqi saw it, his hand holding his hair slowly paused.

Her eyes fell on the hot search name for a moment, and her heartbeat was slightly disturbed.

Old Alleys of the Old City......

This name alone has led to countless wind and moon.

She hesitated to click in, and soon saw the Weibo at the top of the topic page.

Old City Old Lane: Hello Mrs. Qin, I am Mr. Qin. [Picture] @砚时柒v

The photo attached to Weibo was taken secretly by Qiao Mu in the nanny car, she sat in front of the car window, her bright eyes looked out of the window, and her cheeks were in a mottled street light.

Yan Shiqi didn't know the allusion to this photo, but she clearly remembered that that night, on her way back from Quancheng, she wanted to see Qin Baiyu.

That night, he was super eager to see her.

The name of the old alley of the old city took the initiative to expose that he was Mr. Qin, which once again detonated the gossip soul of netizens.

Who is he, what is his identity, and how can He De win the supermodel, countless people are curious.

And Yan Shiqi didn't even read the comments, because she was looking at the Weibo content of [Old City Old Alley] little by little.

There are 322 pieces of content on his Weibo, all of which are reposted from her Weibo.

There is only one personal release, which is the news of the marriage just announced.

It turned out that he had been paying attention to her so early.

Yan Shiqi clenched his mobile phone, and after paying attention without hesitation, he walked out of the bedroom with his slippers.

The night is deep, the moon hangs on the willows, and the temperature in the corridor is a little cold, but it is difficult to cool the boiling in my heart.

In the days when they didn't meet, did he use this way to probe her life little by little?

Even, the first Weibo he forwarded was the lovelorn mood she posted when she broke up with Pei Tang.

Yan Shiqi went all the way from the third floor to the downstairs living room, it was very dark around, only the night light was lit on the wall by the staircase.

Passing the staircase, she saw a bright light on the marble floor of the living room, coming from the direction of the dining room.

patted his chest, slowed down the violent heartbeat, and Yan Shiqi approached the kitchen hall step by step.

In the dim light around, only the kitchen is lit up with bright yellow warm lights, the glass door is half open, and the sight is the noble figure of a man who is elegantly busy.

A man who is as bright as jade, even if he does everyday things, does not damage his outstanding and elegant temperament.

Yan Shiqi could see the gods, like a ghost who was confused, passed through the glass door of the kitchen, stepped into his world, and hugged him behind himself.

"Fourth brother, are you the old alley of the old city?"

The man put the soup bowl on the countertop, took her hand, and said in a gentle and mellow voice, "It's me." ”