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Summer drank a mouthful of boiled water, sighed and said, "but at my request, Liang Yin said something about Qin Youle. I'm sure you'll want to know."

Song Tingchen raised his eyes and looked at summer waiting for him to come back. His hands on the table were tightly held together.

"Youle's situation is not particularly good," continued Xia Xia after a pause. "I heard Liang Yin say that she was ill for nearly a week when she went to Dongcheng."

"Is she ill?" Song Tingchen frowned. He was distressed. He felt sad when he thought that Qin Youle was ill in bed, but he was not with her.

The subtle changes on song Tingchen's face made summer understand Qin Youle's position in his mind.

"Yes, Liang Yin said that Qin Youle had been ill for about ten days. When I came back, she said that Youle's body was much better. There should be no big things." Summer continued, "although I have prejudice against Qin Youle's sudden departure, it seems from Liang Yin's message that Youle has a compelling reason to leave you."

Song Tingchen's pupils narrowed slightly, his lips closed tightly, and his sword eyebrows rose slightly, with both silk dignity and desolation.

"Tingchen?" Seeing song Tingchen in a daze, summer whispered, "what are you thinking?"

"No." Song Tingchen said lightly, "summer, thank you, but you don't have to worry about it."

"How can I not worry?" Summer sneered and said, "song Tingchen, I know your temper too well. I know you won't stop until you find Qin Youle, but is it really possible for you to send your subordinates to walk aimlessly in the east city? It is a big city, not a small county with only hundreds of thousands of people. "

Song Tingchen's right hand gently touched the position of his ring finger, where he once wore a wedding ring belonging to him and Qin Youle.

This little action fell into summer's eyes, and he became sad. Usually song Tingchen always looks serious, and he is the most disrespectful. Now facing the affectionate song Tingchen, he feels guilty and blames himself for not taking good care of song Tingchen's feelings.

"Tingchen..." Xia asked earnestly with a long tone, "since Qin Youle left for a reason, don't you know at all? Don't you know where she'll hide? "

Song Tingchen looked at summer for a long time. If he said the relationship between Qin Youle and him, he was afraid he would bring trouble to Qin Youle; But if he doesn't say it, he doesn't know how to explain it to summer.

Sharp as summer, he suddenly saw song Tingchen's dilemma.

He waved his hand and said indifferently, "well, if you feel embarrassed, don't let me know this reason. As long as you know where the problem is, and then face it rationally, I don't say much, and I don't get involved in the things between you. "

Song Tingchen was deeply moved by summer's understanding. He looked at summer and didn't speak. Indeed, he didn't intend to let more people know about it until he had investigated the relationship between him and Qin Youle.

"In summer, when I find out, I will tell you the whole story of this matter." Song Tingchen looked at summer and promised with some guilt, "I didn't mean to hide you. Some things in this are really hidden secrets."

Summer understood and nodded. What he was worried about was song Tingchen. Since Song Tingchen said he could solve it, he wouldn't have to worry about it any more. I don't know. Tell him the secret and let him hide it in his heart. He will feel more sad and heartburn.

"Well, just know it yourself." Summer said blandly, "however, song Tingchen, I have a request."

Song Tingchen looked at summer and waited for him to put forward conditions.

"In the future, every night, I will have someone send you dinner, and you eat it on time."

"It's not a child anymore." Song Tingchen smiled and refused, "do you still let someone supervise me to eat? Then I won't! "

"It's not impossible to quit." In summer, I shook my head and said with a bad smile, "then I'll work harder. I'll bring you food every night, and then I'll simply move to Kangcheng. Anyway, you live alone now. It's very spacious and convenient."

"I disagree!" Song Tingchen refused without thinking about it. He didn't want to move in with him in the summer, so he completely lost his personal free time.

"Then choose between the two situations." Summer slightly picked his eyebrows and said cunningly, "don't think I don't know. You work endlessly at home at night, right? Then I just went to supervise you to sleep every day."

"Ancestor, I'm really afraid of you!" Song Tingchen waved his hand and admitted defeat, "then please ask someone to bring me dinner every day. Let the crew trouble me and say that I deliberately open a small stove for myself every day."

"You have no choice." The summer rascal said, "my task this month is to supervise you to eat and sleep well and feed you back every day."

Song Tingchen shook his head helplessly.

After staying outside in summer, song Tingchen returned to Kangcheng to take a bath. It was already more than one o'clock in the morning.

Originally, he was tired and sleepy, but after taking a bath, song Tingchen became more and more sober. In his pajamas, song Tingchen poured a glass of red wine at the bar. He took the red wine and went to the huge French window.

Song Tingchen's apartment just faces the river in s city. Standing in front of the French window, you can clearly see the wide river and the spectacular cable bridge on the river. The car is walking in a continuous stream. Although it was late at night, the car never stopped running.

When he bought this place as his residence, song Tingchen was not only satisfied with the various facilities in Kangcheng, but also decided to buy the night view that he could see standing here. Every night, standing in front of the French window and looking at the prosperous night scene of s city and the dark and vast river, song Tingchen will slowly raise a force in his body. He will feel like he wants to conquer and have the effect of emptying himself.

"How many lonely souls are there in this huge city?" Song Tingchen held the glass in his hand and asked softly. I don't know why. He felt more and more energetic when he stood here.

Before Qin Youle left, he often took Qin Youle to sit in front of the French window with a cushion. They often did nothing. They snuggled quietly to enjoy the beauty in front of them.

Thinking of those beautiful scenes in the past, song Tingchen became melancholy. He shook his glass and sipped red wine. Before that, he was really appreciating the scenery, but since Qin Youle left, he has never seriously appreciated the scenery, more to relieve his depression.

He still remembers that not long ago, he held Qin Youle's waist and two people slowly danced here; Not long ago, at the sofa here, the two of them were sitting and doing their own things.

Song Tingchen only felt a cramp in his heart. He covered his chest and leaned painfully against the French window. Because there are too many memories, there are memories of Qin Youle in every inch of Kangcheng's skin, so song Tingchen always thinks of her, and even can't sleep all night.

"She's not worth it."

Summer's words suddenly came out of song Tingchen's mind.

Song Tingchen put down the wine cup in his hand. He picked up a pile of information from the tea table. Usually, he won't be idle. Either he wants to go to deep sleep, or he wants to devote himself to hard work.

At work, although he will suddenly think of Qin Youle, the situation is much better. At least Qin Youle's appearance will not always appear in his mind.

It was not until more than four o'clock in the morning that song Tingchen dragged his tired body to bed.

The alarm rang again at seven.

After washing, song Tingchen began to tidy up. He wanted to move to a hotel today. While packing up, song Tingchen's eyes fell on the group photo on the bedside table. On it, he and Qin Youle smiled brightly and sweetly. Anyone can see that they were very happy and sweet.

This group photo was taken when we went to Tannan Bay. Qin Youle was wearing a long bright yellow dress with suspenders and a flower hat on his head. Song Tingchen was wearing a simple casual dress. He hugged her waist closely. They smiled brightly at the camera, and even the rising radian of the corners of his mouth was the same.

Song Tingchen could not help gently rubbing Qin Youle in the photo. He missed her, her face, her slender hands, every inch of her skin and every hair.

The doorbell rang at this time. Song Tingchen hesitated and put the photo back on the bedside table. He moved to the hotel just to stop thinking of Qin Youle. Naturally, he didn't have to bring the picture.

"President song." Huang Zhiming came in with big and small bags.

"Has the hotel been booked?" Song Tingchen asked quietly. He looked back at the apartment and was reluctant to get up. Here, he seemed to feel the smell of Qin Youle.

In fact, he always thinks of Qin Youle because there are still traces of Qin Youle everywhere in Kangcheng. There are women's slippers at the door, women's backpacks on the hooks, including toothbrushes and cups in the bathroom. There are items everywhere to remind song Tingchen that there was another person living here.

The most important thing is the Simmons in the bedroom. The bed was made together when they got the certificate. After spending so many beautiful nights together, song Tingchen is alone in this bed every day. As long as he thinks of these, he will feel cold all night.

"It's already booked. I booked a presidential suite between the crew and Chenxi." Huang Zhiming took out his breakfast one by one and put it on the table. "I don't know what you want to eat today, so I'll have some. It's still early. Have breakfast before you go. "

There are western breakfast: toast, bread, milk, sandwiches, etc. on the table, as well as Chinese breakfast: boiled eggs, vermicelli, steamed buns and soybean milk.

"I can't finish what I buy so much. I'll just eat some." Song Tingchen sat down. He picked up a piece of toast and took a bite. Then he motioned Huang Zhiming to sit down.