Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Every day, Wu Ye personally sent her to Second Uncle to learn about antiques.

Qi Yu felt that she had been living a very fulfilling life recently. Even her appetite had increased.

Qi Yu lay on the table and watched Wu Ye put three dishes and one soup in front of her.

She set the table and filled a bowl of hot soup for both of them. Mr. Wu had been addicted to making soup recently.

Her mother-in-law said that people who liked to drink soup were soft-hearted.

Today's soup was tomato brisket soup, and Qi Yu's favorite rice was northeast rice.

She smelled the aroma and gave Mr. Wu a kiss. Then she drank a mouthful of the soup that was full of ingredients.

There were many tomatoes in the soup, but the sweet and sour taste was ruined by the saltiness that couldn't be ignored.

Today's soup was even saltier.

Qi Yu looked at Wu Ye, who was sitting opposite her and didn't seem to notice anything. She felt very complicated.

Wu Ye put a piece of boiled beef in Qi Yu's bowl. "Xiao Yu, you've been working very hard recently."

Second Uncle praised Xiao Yu when he saw him. Wu Ye, who drove Qi Yu to and from work every day, felt gratified.

"Because I want to know more about Mr. Wu. It's really interesting to learn all kinds of knowledge from Second Uncle every day.

I learn knowledge during the day and exercise in the afternoon.

I think if I keep doing this, I can apply for CPA next year. "Qi Yu put the beef in her mouth and chewed it with a smile.

The beef was just right, but there was too much chili.

Qi Yu drank a mouthful of mango juice. She didn't know if Mr. Wu's poor performance in cooking had anything to do with the snake venom Pheromone.

She felt that everything was developing in the direction she was most afraid of. She didn't know if her inaction would lead to Wu Ye's slow suicide.

No, she wouldn't let that happen.

Qi Yu whispered to herself in her heart. She lowered her head and thought about it seriously as she ate.

After dinner, Qi Yu touched her belly and put a thick notebook in front of Wu Ye.

Wu Ye looked at the notebook in front of him in confusion. He didn't know what Qi Yu meant.

"This is my diary. Every time I dream, I write down what I can remember."

Qi Yu pursed her lips. Her fingers caressed the two words' Qi Yu 'on the title page. "I've written many books over the years, but this is the only one I have with me."

Wu. Wu Ye's eyes. Qi Qi Yu. Yu. Qi Yu's Xue Yi.

Qi Yu looked at Wu Ye's expression and couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know what I can do. I just think that this thing might be helpful to you.

I wrote down what I saw after I absorbed the Pheromone. I hope it'll be useful to you. "

She reached out and hugged Wu Ye's waist. She could feel that Wu Ye had lost weight.

Qi Yu felt a lump in her throat. She blinked to make herself look less fragile. "Mr. Wu, I've made an appointment with the doctor. Let's go for a physical examination in a few days, okay?"

It was necessary for adults to have a thorough physical examination every year, especially for men like Wu Ye who smoked often and had old injuries.

Qi Yu looked at her phone. There was a text message telling her that the physical examination report could only be collected tomorrow.

She turned on her phone and found that the number of unread messages in the author group had increased to 99 +.

She opened the chat and found out that something had happened in the past few days.

The author Lan Ting committed suicide at home late last night. Her body was found by the editor who came to collect the manuscript.

Qi Yu was stunned by the news. Before Lan Ting went on the road of physical publishing, they were authors of the same website.

They were old acquaintances. Qi Yu didn't expect that the great author Lan, who had a bright future, would commit suicide.

She remembered that when they met at the symposium last time, she was happily preparing to shoot scenes for the theme of her new book.

Qi Yu couldn't imagine why such a successful girl who loved to smoke and had a successful career would suddenly commit suicide.

"Where is the memorial service? I want to go and offer my condolences."

Qi Yu sent a private message to the editor. Because of this incident, she was in a very bad mood.

After the editor sent her the address, Qi Yu was ready to go.

From Hangzhou to Beijing, she could take the six o 'clock flight in the morning.

Qi Yu calculated the time. The round trip would take less than eight hours.

Qi Yu wanted to talk to Wu Ye about this in the evening, but Wu Ye didn't come back all night.

Qi Yu only got a text message and a short voice message. "One of the guys in charge of the business had an accident. I have to go out and solve it myself.

I'll be back tomorrow. Don't wait for me. Xiao Yu, you should rest first. "

Qi Yu listened to the short voice message several times. Then, she packed her things and prepared to wear the clothes for tomorrow's memorial service without any drowsiness.