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"President Song..."

Huang Zhiming wanted to persuade him again, but Zheng Huier stopped him. Zheng Huier shook his head at him.

Zheng Huier went out and took a big bag of chocolates. She put the chocolates on the table, took a deep breath and said, "President song, this is what my wife left with me a few days ago. She said that if you insist on working overtime or are too busy to have time to eat, let me remind you to eat some chocolates first."

Song Tingchen raised his eyes and looked at the chocolate on the table. He still remembered that Qin Youle always had chocolate in his schoolbag for fear that his hypoglycemia would make him dizzy.

"When did she give it to you?" Song Tingchen doesn't know whether he should be happy or sad. Didn't Qin Youle forget to leave him the last warmth before he left?

"Just a week ago." Zheng Huier also felt depressed at that time, but because Qin Youle and song Tingchen got along very well recently, she never thought Qin Youle would suddenly leave s city.

"A week ago?" Song Tingchen touched the chocolate and gently repeated, "well, I see. You two go out. I still have some work to deal with."

"Song......" Huang Zhiming still doesn't trust song Tingchen.

"Let's go." Zheng Huier pulled Huang Zhiming out of the office. She knew that song Tingchen needed space and time to digest and accept the fact that Qin Youle left.

Zheng Huier forced him to leave the president's office. Huang Zhiming asked nervously, "Huier, why did you pull me out? Don't you see that President song is in a bad mood? I'm afraid something will happen to him. "

"If something happens for this kind of thing, then he is not song Tingchen in my heart." Zheng Huier sighed and said, "in the final analysis, song always has to face these alone."

"Hui'er, you don't know." Huang Zhiming said sadly, "President song looks cold and heartless, but he pays great attention to feelings in his heart."

"Song and Qin screenwriters haven't been together for long?" Zheng Huier asked suspiciously, "does president song really like Qin screenwriters so much?"

Huang Zhiming hesitated and decided to tell Zheng Huier the story between song Tingchen and Qin Youle.

"God, I really didn't think of the relationship between them for so many years." After hearing Huang Zhiming's words, Zheng Huier covered her mouth and looked at Huang Zhiming in surprise. "I thought that President song and the screenwriter Qin met only recently, and then got married." Huang Zhiming shook his head: "I have been with President song for so many years. I know his character. He is the kind of man who has a deep love for his wife. Moreover, for his wife, although they have been separated for more than three years, President song has never forgotten his wife, or even his girlfriend. "

Huang Zhiming's words shook Zheng Huier very much. In her opinion, there are many dragons and everyone in the entertainment industry, but there are too few men like song Tingchen who are not greedy for romance.

"Alas, let's go to dinner first and pack some food for president Song later." Zheng Huier said sadly, "it's the end of the year. There are a lot of things waiting to be done in the company. It seems that the crew has reached the final stage, and just all the things are together."

Huang Zhiming looked dignified. He was also worried about song Tingchen.

A week later, it was mid December.

In the president's room, song Tingchen was coughing constantly. There were piles of documents on his desk for him to review.

"Mr. Song, drink more hot water." Huang Zhiming took a cup of hot water and put it on the table. He looked at Song Tingchen with a very bad face anxiously. "My cough hasn't been good. Let me get you some medicine."

"No." Song Tingchen still didn't even raise his head. His eyes moved quickly on the document.

"Mr. Song, you have been coughing intermittently for a week. If you don't go to see it, I'm afraid I'll cough up pneumonia." Huang Zhiming frowned. Since he went to the airport that day, song Tingchen has suffered from the cold and has been coughing and having a low fever.

Song Tingchen slowly closed the document in his hand. He took the cup to cover his hand and asked in a hoarse voice, "how about it? Did the person sent find any clues? "

Huang Zhiming looked at Song Tingchen and shook his head in embarrassment: "President song, there is still no news."

Hearing Huang Zhiming's answer, song Tingchen did not fluctuate much on the surface. This week, he almost gave up tracing Qin Youle. Qin Youle who left s city seemed to evaporate and couldn't find any clues.

"Keep checking." Song Tingchen replied lazily. He held his head with one hand and looked very tired.

Seeing that song Tingchen had lost a lot of weight in a week, Huang Zhiming was worried and helpless.

"Mr. Song, if madam and Mr. Qin deliberately hide from us, with our manpower, I think it is difficult to find them." Huang Zhiming said his worry, "just relying on our people to find it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. Mr. Qin still has a little power. It's very easy to want someone to cover him. "

Song Tingchen stroked his chin thoughtfully. He looked up at Huang Zhiming and asked, "what can you do?"

Huang Zhiming hesitated and said slowly, "if we can use Dong song's manpower, I think the probability of finding it will be greater."

Song Tingchen's hand paused, and he took a meaningful look at Huang Zhiming. He knows what Huang Zhiming means. As such a large enterprise, Chenxi has an independent gray team in order to be safe and not disturbed by local ruffians. Naturally, the person in charge of this team is song Lixian.

Seeing song Tingchen's hesitation, Huang Zhiming continued to advise: "I think they will be more skilled in finding people."

Song Tingchen didn't promise immediately. What Qin Youle said to him before he left was always in his mind. He didn't mention Qinhuai in front of song Lixian, but he vaguely felt that there must be some abnormal relationship between the two families, which is absolutely bad.

"President Song..."

Song Tingchen raised his hand and motioned Huang Zhiming not to speak first. After a long time, song Tingchen said coldly, "Zhiming, go and contact Mo Xiong immediately and ask him to help us."

Huang Zhiming's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly. Mo Xiong is the leader of the team. With his help, he may not be so busy finding Qin Youle and Qin Huai.

"Mr. Song, I'll arrange it now." Knowing that the best way to help song Tingchen is to find Qin Youle, Huang Zhiming is anxious to go down and assign tasks.

"Wait a minute." Song Tingchen said seriously, "Zhiming, you go and talk to Mo Xiong about this without permission. Remember, don't disturb the chairman, you know?"

"Yes, I see." Huang Zhiming understood and nodded. He also saw that song Lixian was not very satisfied with Qin Youle now.

Feeling his throat smoking, song Tingchen immediately felt much more comfortable after taking a sip of hot water.

After suddenly stopping his busy work, Qin Youle immediately appeared in front of song Tingchen. He held the water cup tightly and forced him not to think about her, but the more this way, the more he missed Qin Youle. Miss her smile, miss her days in Kangcheng international, miss the night when he hugged her and slept with her.

East city.

It was noon. In the garden, a woman wrapped in a coat was sitting on a chair in the garden in the sun.

"Youle, how are you feeling?" Qin Huai and Lao Fang, who came back from the outside, looked at Qin Youle and asked anxiously.

Like song Tingchen, Qin Youle had a fever intermittently since he came to Dongcheng that day. He once lay in bed and couldn't get out of bed. He didn't come downstairs until today.

"Much better." Qin Youle replied weakly that although the sun shone on her face, she could still see that her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and her small face was only the size of a palm.

"Sir and miss, let me go up and cook for you first. You can sit down for a while." Lao Fang walked upstairs with large and small bags of vegetables. Their community is an ordinary community.

Qin Huai sighed and sat down beside Qin Youle.

"In the afternoon, dad will take you to the hospital. You can't drag it all the time." Qin Huai put his hand on Qin Youle's shoulder. He said anxiously, "this winter seems particularly cold. You're afraid of the cold. You'd better go upstairs."

Knowing what Qin Huai was worried about, Qin Youle pulled the scarf around her neck at night. She covered her cold face with her gloved hand and whispered, "Dad, I've been in the room for a week. It's not easy to get out of the sun today. I want to sit here and bask in the sun. It's remote. No one should find it."

Qin Youle spoke in a sad tone. He felt guilty when he thought of Qin Youle fleeing with him. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "OK, if you want to sit here, I'll sit here with you."

Qin Youle looked back at Qin Huai and gave him a sweet smile.

"Dad, I liked weekends best when I was a child." Qin Youle gently leaned against Qin Huai's shoulder. She closed her eyes and said slowly, "only at the weekend can you play with me for half a day."

Qin Youle's words let Qin Huai's thoughts suddenly return to nearly 20 years ago. At that time, he had just arrived in s city. He and sun Huo were discussing how to get a foothold in s city. He was busy every day and had no time to accompany Qin Youle, who was still young.

"Yes, I still remember growing many unknown kinds of flowers with you in the garden." Qin Huai took Qin Youle's hand and said lovingly, "at that time, your mother and I were very busy. In order to make you not lonely, I brought you a puppy from elsewhere. Do you remember?"

"Of course." Qin Youle's mouth raised a beautiful arc, "at that time, I named it Lele. It played with me at home every day. Unfortunately, it died of illness after more than two years."

"You cried for several days." Qin Huai gently leaned his head against Qin Youle. He said sadly, "your mother and I were the busiest time at that time, but you were ill for more than half a month. Your mother had to put down her work and take care of you at home."

Qin Youle smiled faintly. Those days are so happy now.