Chapter 1242： Be a guilty conscience?

I looked around the huge living room and didn't see Qin Feimo, so he couldn't help asking his wife.

"He just came upstairs. What are you doing?"

"I was going to ask him if there is a suitable position in the company, and let him arrange one for Jing Lei." Qin Guozhong walked down with a cane and sat down in front of the sofa.

"He went upstairs to sleep, so don't talk about it for now."

"Why?" Looking at his wife, Qin Guozhong was puzzled.

Zhuang Yanyan sighed, "It's not because of that Mu Qianqian thing, Mo's attitude towards Jinglei is even less than before, and Jinglei seems to know it, so she doesn't seem to want Mo to come forward."

Hearing this, Qin Guozhong frowned, then sighed lightly.

It seems that we have to find a way to get the two of them to marry as soon as possible. Otherwise, with the attitude of a grandson, let alone cultivate a relationship, we will only go further and further away from Jinglei...

No, he has to think of a plan!

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The night is getting deeper.

Feng Jinglei, who hadn't fallen asleep, glanced at the time, and it was already 11:30.

She got up and went to the restroom, but she didn't feel sleepy when she came out.

Since her mother passed away, her sleep hasn't been very good, and she still relies on sleeping pills to help her sleep.

Thinking of going to a company for an interview tomorrow and knowing that she can't stay up too late, she plans to take half a sleeping pill to make herself fall asleep.

Pulling open the bedside table, took out the sleeping pills, and found that there was no water, so he went downstairs to the kitchen again.

I have lived here for three years, and the structure of this house has long since become perfect.

Because it was late at night, the corridor and the living room on the first floor were already dark. By the moonlight outside the window, Feng Jinglei went downstairs without turning on the light.

After entering the kitchen, she turned on the light, poured a glass of boiled water, and planned to go upstairs.

As soon as I walked to the corner of the stairs, before reaching the second floor, I suddenly heard steady and neat footsteps in the quiet corridor.

She stopped and could hear that it was not the footsteps of Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin.

It's Qin Feimo, he stayed overnight?

Looking up at the corner of the second floor, Feng Jinglei felt that the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Feng Jinglei suddenly became a little flustered, and instinctively turned and ran downstairs, hiding herself under the moonlight on the side of the stairs.

It was indeed Qin Feimo who walked downstairs. He walked downstairs because of thirsty, also planning to pour a glass of water.

However, as he walked down the stairs, he suddenly stopped and twisted his eyebrows.

"Who?"

Feng Jinglei, who was close to the wall of the stairs, suddenly increased her heartbeat, and she didn't understand why she wanted to hide?

"Come out!" In the dark night, his voice was elegant and low, with a low husky, especially sweet.

Feng Jinglei took a deep breath and planned to walk out. As soon as she raised her head, the huge figure of the man faced the moonlight and enveloped her completely.

Although his figure blocked the moonlight and enveloped her thin figure completely, Qin Feimo recognized her at a glance and twisted his brows slightly.

"A guilty conscience?"

There was no warmth in his voice, and even a hint of irony, which made Feng Jinglei's heart sting.

She walked out, under the dim moonlight, her delicate face was even more vaguely beautiful, but when she spoke, her voice was as cold as his.

"Master Qin thinks too much. Grandparents are very good to me and don't need me to steal anything."

Qin Feimo sneered suddenly and curled his lips, showing a sneer, "Grandpa and grandma? Even the word "Qin" is omitted, you are really shameless.