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"I'm still sincerely sorry." The boy said with guilt.

"Sorry, thank you for us..." the girl paused and said, "thank you, President song."

Huang Zhiming looked at the girl and was surprised. The girl looked a little similar to Qin Youle. Huang Zhiming nodded: "I will. It's okay. Don't take it to heart."

After appeasing the student couple, Huang Zhiming immediately caught up with song Tingchen.

"How's it going? Have you solved it? " Song Tingchen walked aimlessly with his hands in his pockets, and countless couples walked by.

"Don't you think that girl..." after seeing song Tingchen's shivering eyes, Huang Zhiming shut his mouth.

Unexpectedly, he unknowingly came to the memory wall. Song Tingchen simply raised his eyes and looked at the couple's group photo on the memory wall. There are those who embrace each other shyly and those who hug and kiss warmly. Here, you can see that every couple is so sweet that people envy.

"This is not..." Huang Zhiming said in surprise looking at the freeze frame picture. "Isn't this the little couple just now?"

Now the couple on the memory wall is the couple who just stepped on song Tingchen's mobile phone. Girls and boys hold hands as if they were praying.

"This couple seems a little different." Huang Zhiming looked at their sincerity and said with a smile, "at first glance, it seems that they are praying for something."

"Go and check." Song Tingchen said softly.

"Ah?" Huang Zhiming didn't react for a moment. He was just a couple who met by chance. Huang Zhiming didn't understand song Tingchen's words.

"Investigate the woman's family." Song Tingchen didn't mean to continue watching. He turned and left directly.

Huang Zhiming sighed helplessly. He knew that song Tingchen must have taken a fancy to the girl who looked like Qin Youle.

That's how song Tingchen spent his new year's Eve.

Although the east city is not as prosperous as s City, the lively atmosphere is not less than s city.

Although Qin Huai repeatedly stressed that it didn't matter to go out, Qin Youle refused the invitation to go out. She thought that song Lixian might have guessed that they would come out on New Year's Eve.

Finally, Qin Youle thought she could sleep in the early morning. Unexpectedly, the sound of fireworks outside disturbed her. She couldn't sleep all the time.

Regardless of the time difference and whether Liang Yin is at work or not, Qin Youle couldn't help calling Liang Yin.

"What are you doing?" Qin Youle asked lazily.

At this time, Liang Yin was walking on the streets of London. She was carrying her bag and asked with a smile: "just got off work and was preparing to have dinner. It's early morning in China. Why don't you sleep?"

"Can't sleep."

Qin Youle's lost voice distressed Liang Yin, but she said in a happy voice, "what's the matter? It's the beginning of the big night, isn't it? You know, we're old now, but we don't have the capital to stay up late. "

"Liang Yin, when will you be back?"

Liang Yin paused first. Knowing that Qin Youle was sad now, she could only comfort and say, "I think I'll go back to accompany you for a few days during the Spring Festival."

"Yes." Qin Youle looked at the time and whispered, "go to dinner and hang up."

"Alas!" Liang Yin asked anxiously, "Youle, are you okay?"

"Nothing." Qin Youle lay in bed and wiped her tears. She had been trying to hold back her tears. She was afraid that now she was crying, which would make Liang Yin in a foreign country sad.

"Are you going to stay in the east city?" Liang Yin said puzzled, "Youle, do you really decide to hide from Song Tingchen all your life? I heard from Xia Xia that song Tingchen is not in good shape. "

Qin Youle was silent. She remembered the media report on song Tingchen some time ago, but what could she do? If she shows up, the lives of their whole family will be threatened.

"Youle?" Without hearing Qin Youle's voice, Liang Yin called again with worry, "Youle, are you okay?"

"Oh!" Qin Youle suddenly recovered. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

"Youle, you..."

"Liang Yin." Knowing what Liang Yin wanted to say, Qin Youle interrupted her, "go to dinner early. I'm a little tired and go to bed first."

"Well, go to bed early." Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, Liang Yin sighed. She didn't know about the relationship between Qin Youle and song Tingchen until she came to Britain. However, she has promised the company to train and study here. She really can't get away.

Liang Yin looked at her watch. It was half an hour before the meal time agreed between her and summer. She turned and entered a bookstore.

After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, Qin Youle finally turned on the light and sat up.

She put on a coat and went into the study. Her notebook was broken and Lao Zhu had to repair it. It would take a few days to get it back. She thought she would use Qinhuai's notebook.

Crept into the study, she saw a pile of papers on the table. While taking away the notebook, Qin Youle suddenly caught a glimpse of the newspaper exposed in the drawer. Curiosity drove her to open the drawer. Unexpectedly, it was a newspaper in s city.

There is a letter with the newspaper. The letter has been opened. Qin Youle glanced at the letter from sun Huo.

Qin Youle repeatedly read the newspaper and didn't find anything strange. Qin Youle put it back again.

When she was about to turn off the lamp, Qin Youle suddenly remembered that when she came to the study to ask Qin Huai to have dinner this evening, Qin Huai seemed to hide something anxiously.

"Is it this letter?" Qin Youle's hand stopped. She hesitated for a while and then opened the drawer. This time, Qin Youle picked up the envelope.

Looking at the critical notice in his hand, Qin Youle's eyes were wet. She couldn't believe it. She read it again and determined that it was about Wu Huizhen's critical notice. The hospital's notice is that Wu Huizhen needs surgery as soon as possible.

Qin Youle picked up the newspaper and read it again. This time, she finally found the key point: Wu Huizhen was seriously ill and asked her husband Qin Huai and daughter Qin Youle to return quickly after seeing the news.

She felt the words gradually blurred in her eyes, and her heart was only the woman lying in bed at home.

After giving up his notebook, Qin Youle returned to his bedroom. Leaning back in his chair, Qin Youle thought of the contents of the letter again and again. The signing date was two days ago. Thinking of this, Qin Youle couldn't help crying. Two days later, she didn't even know whether her mother was still alive.

Qin Youle summoned up the courage to call song Tingchen. Unexpectedly, song Tingchen's mobile phone was turned off.

Qin Youle didn't sleep all night. As soon as dawn came the next day, she put on her bag and set out.

In the apartment, the sun shines in warmly.

"Sir, you're up." Seeing Qin Huai getting up, Liu Ma nodded with her apron.

Lao Zhu returned to s city the day before New Year's day. Sun Huo arranged a reliable nanny for Qin Huai to take care of Qin Huai and Qin Youle's daily life.

"Yes." Qin Huai stretched himself. He went to the living room and took a look at the Dongcheng morning post. Fifteen minutes later, he entered the study.

"Liu Ma!" Qin Huai ran out with the letter. His face was pale and asked, "Liu Ma, have you seen Youle?"

Liu Ma hurried out of the kitchen, shook her head and said, "miss may not have got up yet. I haven't seen her since I got up."

Qin Huai glanced at the letter in his hand again. He quickly went to Qin Youle's room and knocked at the door and said, "Youle, are you in there?"

No one responded.

"Youle?" Qin Huai raised his voice and asked.

Still no one responded. Qin Huai directly pushed the door in and saw Qin Youle's room clean. There is a small note at the bedside table.

After seeing the note, Qin Huai's face was earthy. He suddenly sat on the bed.

"Sir, what did miss write to you in the letter?" Liu's mother was also very nervous. She carefully took out a note from Qinhuai's hand. She saw only a few lines written on it: Dad, I'm back to s city. Don't worry. I just went back to see my mother. I'll take the initiative to contact you if there is anything.

"Sir? This...... "Liu Ma asked anxiously," is it dangerous for miss to go back like this? "

"Liu Ma, pack up my things. I'll go after her!" Qin Huai stood up and immediately ordered, "just clean it up for me. Also, just wait here. Maybe we'll come back."

"Sir, it's dangerous!" Mrs. Liu comforted, "you should call Mr. Sun and Mr. Zhu first. You can't go back to s city directly."

"I don't trust Youle. Stop talking and get ready right away." Qin Huai could not listen to any consolation. Now he was only worried about Qin Youle's safety.

Liu Ma nodded, "OK, I'll prepare right away."

Just as Qin Huai and Liu Ma were busy in their apartment, Qin Youle had boarded the plane to s city.

In the Empire Hotel.

"Mr. Song, your mobile phone is installed." The waiter handed the installed mobile phone to song Tingchen.

"Put it on the table." Song Tingchen tidied up his collar before looking back at his mobile phone.

When he saw the information, song Tingchen's pupil widened instantly. He couldn't believe it. After reading it again, he immediately dialed the original phone, but the mobile phone was turned off.

"Hello, Zhiming!" Song Tingchen said nervously, "Youle called me."

Hearing song Tingchen's words, Huang Zhiming immediately sat up from his bed, but Huang Zhiming thought about it and lay back and asked faintly, "President song? You didn't drink last night, did you? "

"I'm serious!" Song Tingchen said seriously, "go and check today's flight and high-speed rail for me right now. Youle is likely to come back today!"

"Really?" At this moment, Huang Zhiming became energetic. He rubbed his eyes and confirmed, "President song, did your wife really call you? What did you say? "

Song Tingchen frowned and replied angrily, "my mobile phone broke down last night and didn't receive it."

Thinking that Qin Youle finally called him, and his mobile phone happened to be broken, song Tingchen wanted to drop something.