President, madam, she can't read it anymore

"you……"

Aunt Li seemed to have something to say, but Lin Nian interrupted: "You don't need to talk about Aunt Li, I understand everything.

Aunt Li sighed, she seemed to know that the quarrel between the young couple was a bit deep, and it couldn't be resolved with a single sentence.

So she stopped talking: "then, Miss Lin, you go to bed."

Lin Nian nodded and said, "You should also rest earlier."

She turned her head and went upstairs to her room.

In fact, she didn't need to care about this at all. What does it matter to her if he doesn't come back? What does it matter to her where he goes? What if he doesn't answer her calls?
In a few days, she will be leaving, and then everything will have nothing to do with her, why should she worry, worry, worry?Especially the loss and sadness in her heart now is even more boring.

Thinking of this, she climbed into her bed, lay down under the warm quilt, and began to sleep.

In fact, habit is a terrible thing. When she first left the master bedroom and came to this guest room to sleep, she even suffered from insomnia for the first night.

Not only was she not used to not having him by her side, she even felt a little bit of a bed.

You have to know, how could a child who grew up in an orphanage have such delicate problems.

It's so strange, she really started to feel dependent on that bed in such a short period of time, and she couldn't sleep even if she left that bed.

Sometimes I miss his warm embrace.

But in any case, this will pass, and it will pass quickly.

Thinking of this, she began to look forward to a new life again.

The next day, after Yan Tingchen left Gu Han's house, he drove directly to the orphanage in the suburbs.

Because it was rush hour, there was a traffic jam along the way, and the distance was relatively long, so it was already noon when he arrived at the orphanage.

When I first came to the orphanage, the memories of my childhood living here came with me.

All the memories, good or bad, of being bullied or protected by her, were like a torrent that washed him away.

The director of the orphanage trotted down from upstairs: "President Yan, what's going on, why are you here?"

Yan Tingchen really didn't have a good impression of the dean. He had stayed in this orphanage for more than a year. The whole orphanage was full of the weak and the strong, and the children were all in cliques. They didn't have the innocence and kindness that children should have.

And for such a long time, he has not seen the dean.

The few teachers did not care about these children.

"Dean, long time no see."

Yan Tingchen smiled at him, then opened the trunk, pointed to some food inside and said, "These are for the children."

"Boss Yan really has a heart."

The head of the department smiled.

Yan Tingchen took out another card from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "I hope this little money can help these children."

Although he has helped the children, as long as the money is not donated through formal channels and the money is not recorded, it is tantamount to handing it directly to the dean.

Of course Yan Tingchen knew this and didn't say much. Anyway, he donated money to the orphanage every year, which was not bad.

As soon as the dean saw the card he handed over, his eyes lit up immediately, and he reached out to take the card and said, "Mr. Yan, you really have something on your mind. I thank you for the children."

Yan Tingchen closed the trunk after seeing the teacher move the things out of the car.

The dean invited him to the building and said, "Is Mr. Yan going to see the child?"

"No need for now."

Yan Tingchen said, "I'm looking for you today."

The principal was actually mentally prepared for Yan Tingchen to come to him this time.

Therefore, when he picked up the thing, he was not surprised: "Oh? I don't know what's wrong with Mr. Yan?"

When the two of them were sitting in the dean's office, Yan Tingchen began to ask him: "I don't know if the dean remembers that little girl who has a good relationship with me when I was here."

"Oh? I don't know what President Yan wants to say?"

The head of the department pretends to be stupid

He is six years younger than me.

"Although he is small in stature, he has a fierce personality."

Yan Tingchen thought of the girl in his childhood, with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh, these words seem to have left some impression on me."

The head of the department smiled.

"I wonder if the dean can't remember her name?"

Yan Tingchen frowned.

In the beginning, although he and that girl got along for a long time, they were so ridiculous that they didn't even ask each other's name.

He kept calling the little girl Xiaoyatou, and the little girl called him Xiaotuanzi.

"It seems that his surname is Lin..."

The principal recalled a little, and looked at Yan Tingchen, "I don't know why Mr. Yan suddenly brought up these old things again?"

"This one……"

Yan Tingchen asked lightly, "Is Lin Nian like this?"

"I think……"

The dean recalled it carefully, and before he could speak, Yan Tingchen lost his patience and seemed to distrust him: "Is that file still there?"

"After so many years, it may be too difficult to find this thing now."

The head of the department was a little embarrassed: "Is there any urgent need for Mr. Yan?"

"Where is it?" Yan Tingchen got up and asked.

So the director took the key, took Yan Tingchen to a room at the end of the corridor, opened the door and went in.

A wave of water hit, Yan Tingchen, who was a bit of a clean freak, frowned.

The principal smiled and looked back at Mr. Yan: "Mr. Yan, I have been looking for the children's information here over the years. Do you want to look for it?"

Yan Tingchen didn't say anything, and looked inside. There were rows of bookshelves inside, and each row of bookshelves was full of papers.

"The shelves inside are from the past, and the ones outside are from the past few years. President Yan doesn't need to look at it."

The head of the department said with a smile.

Yan Tingchen took a closer look, and sure enough, the row of bookshelves inside was the oldest, and the documents on it were also in color, obviously old, while the documents outside were all new.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

The provost went busy. "

"Now it's time for the children to have dinner, so I won't accompany you for now."

After the principal finished speaking, he turned and left.

Yan Tingchen went in by himself and ran directly to the shelf.

Smelling a musty, pungent smell, he frowned, his face ugly.

He checked the time and found that there were quite a lot of children who were hospitalized, and there were two entire shelves.

It seemed that the work was still very heavy, he sighed, turned around and took off his coat, and began to look for a book.

Letters can lie, people can lie, but materials from ten years ago will never lie.

For now, he's pinning all his hopes on this information.

He always felt that this material could give him a satisfactory answer.

Just now, he thought of the little girl from many years ago, her clear eyes suddenly overlapped with the current Lin Nian.

It's clearly the same person.

Yan Tingchen finally spent nearly an afternoon finding the information about Lin Nian.