After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

While in a coma, Qin Sang had a dream.

Xu Yilin appeared in her dream for the first time, and maybe the last time.

In the Xinghui Art Museum, he was wearing a very draped and lazy purple suit as usual, with slightly long hair falling on his neck, a pair of long and narrow peach eyes, and thin lips slightly upturned, as casual and elegant as always. evildoer.

He saw her from the side, and smiled, "Are you here?"

"How do you..."

"I came to see you," Xu Yilin smiled dotingly, brushing away the broken hair on her forehead with slender and white fingers, "I'm sorry, I was so ugly in Paris, I'm sorry to see you."

Qin Sang couldn't help her nose sour, "Why are you ugly? You are very good-looking, the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

"Fool, when you really see me like that, you won't say such things." Xu Yilin curled up his fingers and scratched her nose, then turned to look out the window, her eyes were incomprehensible Relieved, like letting go of a lot of things.

"In the future, you can only walk alone."

Qin Sang grabbed Xu Yilin's sleeve, "You are my partner, where do you want to go?"

"Okay, don't worry, the contract is written in black and white, I can't run away." Xu Yilin smiled helplessly, "But to be honest, I am actually very grateful to you."

"Grateful...to me?" Qin Sang didn't quite understand.

"Well, it was you who made me find my direction again." Xu Yilin's smile became a little bleak, "Actually, I am not as comfortable as you imagined. Before I met you, my life was a mess."

"But then I discovered that it turns out that people can really be passionate about one thing."

"It turns out that some people and things can really give me peace of mind." Xu Yilin's eyes fell on Qin Sang, as if he wanted to say a lot, but in the end he just sighed and covered it up with a smile. everything.

"In the future, I won't be able to escort you, but I will give these to another person, another... who cares about you as much as I do."

As if he had finished speaking his last wish, Xu Yilin's figure gradually became blurred in the dream.

After Qin Sang woke up, Song Qian was the first reaction to Xu Yilin's last words.

After all, according to what Xu Yilin's mother said, before Xu Yilin's accident, it was the last phone call with Song Qian.

"Eat something when you wake up." Song Qian just froze for a while, then got up quickly and poured her a bowl of chicken soup.

Qin Sang stared straight at his back, and repeated the question just now, "Did you make any deal with Xu Yilin?"

Song Qian put down the bowl, turned to look at her with a gloomy face, "Why, do you want to give up the resources and trophies you got and change your career as a detective?"

"he is my friend."

So Qin Sang can't just sit idly by.

"what about me?"

Song Qian's words made Qin Sang unable to answer.

fiancé? PY?And enemies?

"...you are the last person who saw Xu Yilin."

Song Qian sneered in his heart, it turned out that Xu Yilin was much more important than him in Qin Sang's eyes, and suddenly he understood what Xu Yilin meant on the phone.

"Anything you do now is a battle between trapped beasts. Sangsang won't give you the slightest chance."

He originally thought that the accidental drug had brought them closer.

But only now did he realize that everything was his wishful thinking.

"His death has nothing to do with me," Song Qian snorted coldly, his eyes gradually turned cold, "I like you, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate your unreasonable speculation all the time."

Qin Sang's eyes fell on the trophy on the bedside table.

She suddenly felt that the trophy was extremely dazzling, Qin Sang picked up the trophy and threw it in the direction where Song Qian left.

"I don't need you to like me!"

The quality of the trophy was very good, and there was no damage when it was smashed hard on the ground. Qin Sang looked at the trophy lying quietly on the ground, and suddenly felt powerless.

This trophy really resembles her relationship with Song Qian.

No matter how hard it is, it can never be separated.

Qin Sang fell into a coma all day and was no longer sleepy. She took out her tablet and opened her mailbox to check the latest work email, but saw an encrypted email. When she opened it, she found that it was Xu Yilin's blog password.

A long time ago, I once laughed at Xu Yilin, who seemed quite trendy, but was still blogging.

Qin Sang guessed that this email should be sent to her by Xu Yilin, because it was just the day before his death.

Qin Sang entered the blog address, logged into Xu Yilin's account, and found that there were many private blogs that only she could see.

She opened them one by one, and unconsciously saw the next morning.

Thirty private blogs, starting from when Xu Yilin was studying abroad, when he met Qin Yue, when he was forced by his father to start a business, when his father's illegitimate son appeared, when his parents divorced, and finally he let go of the family business. Go home alone.

Xu Yilin's words were not very complicated, like keeping a running account, but Qin Sang saw a touch of sadness in it.

In fact, Xu Yilin's parents never knew what he wanted, but a strange friend who never knew him could read his heart.

This year-end friend, Xu Yilin rarely recorded in the blog, and did not mention her name, but Qin Sang felt a sense of familiarity.

Perhaps people with similar souls will always resonate.

The doorbell of the apartment rang, and Qin Sang turned off Xu Yilin's blog, only to find out that it was Meng Xiaowan who came.

"Sister Sangsang, are you awake?"

Holding the thermos in her hand, Meng Xiaowan hurried over, "This is Shengji's porridge. It's so early, and the chicken soup store hasn't opened yet. You should drink some porridge first."

chicken soup?

Qin Sang looked at the cold chicken soup on the side table.

"Didn't you buy it?"

"I bought it, but there was an accident at this door. A handsome guy accidentally bumped into me, and all the chicken soup was spilled. That handsome guy is quite handsome, but he seems to know you..." As she spoke, Meng Xiaowan I also saw the bowl of chicken soup, and was stunned, "Eh? I remember that the bowl of chicken soup was all spilled, where did it come from?"

Qin Sang's eyes flickered, "Perhaps Song Qian bought it."

"Impossible! That business is very popular, the queue has to be more than two hours, and people have to queue there, and no number plate is issued, afraid of scalpers, how can Mr. Song line up to buy this..."

Meng Xiaowan couldn't believe it, but Qin Sang looked at the bowl of chicken soup in silence.

After a while, she took the porridge from Meng Xiaowan's hand.

"Take that chicken soup and pour it out."

"Ah?" Meng Xiaowan actually felt a little distressed, but seeing Qin Sang's face, she could only pour out all the chicken soup in response.