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Wei Qing thinks he is not a philanthropic person, he will donate money, but only if the public welfare activities of the donation must be open to the public, can have a positive effect on the company's image, and can achieve mutual benefit, then he will agree to let the finance department plan payment.

He has never done such a thing that benefits others and does not benefit himself by funding a college student alone and anonymously.

In other words, Yan Chuyang had always made a mistake.

He identified himself as the anonymous person who had donated to him.

That's why he was tempted by him, that's why he came to see him, and that's why he married him in the name of lack of money...

Wei Qing let out a long breath, his heart was so stuffy that he felt suffocated.

After another two or three seconds of silence, the man clenched his chin and lowered his hand, picked up the notebook from the ground with his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently turned to the page he was looking at just now.

"Well, I decided to like him.

Yes, it was that sudden.

Uh... Actually, it was not sudden. He wrote so many letters to me, said so much encouragement, and helped me so much. I have already regarded him as someone I can rely on. "

He has long been regarded as an object that can be relied on.

"hiss"

Wei Qing clenched his fingertips and tore off the page, holding it tightly in his palm with sullen eyes, and clenched it into a ball.

I wrote a lot of letters and said a lot of words of encouragement, so there was so much interaction between the two of them.

Yan Chuyang is still very soft-tempered at the age of eighteen or nineteen, and he can't wait to cling to you every day and say that he wants to repay anyone who treats him better.

He had only spoiled him for three or four months, and this man foolishly decided not to divorce him.

He was already so easy to deceive at the age of 19, let alone thirteen or fourteen.

What's more, he had such a difficult time at that time, his grandma was sick, he had to go to school, and there was not even a strong adult in his family. The anonymous donor suddenly appeared and came to protect him like a god. How could it not fall into it.

Books and nutrition, writing letters and encouragement, no wonder Yan Chuyang said that he had already regarded that person as an object of dependence.

He would like him now only because he regarded himself as the object of the donation.

If he knew the truth, he knew that he was not the one who made the donation...

With a sound of "bang", Wei Qing suddenly stood up from the sofa, like a wild animal whose eyes had been stabbed blind, suddenly pacing back and forth in the living room with his brows pinched and eyes irritable.

Being anxious, the man's eyes flashed suddenly.

Court 001, Hengyang Villa Area, Haihe Road.

He is very familiar with this address. He lived there for half a year five years ago. Later, because it was too noisy there, he couldn't get used to it, so he moved to the place where he lives now.

But at that time he did not live in Court 001, but a villa opposite, Court 003.

Yan Chuyang said that the address to send things was 001 Yuan, that is to say, the person who donated money and goods to Yan Chuyang once lived in a villa area with him.

That is to say, when Yan Chuyang came along the address, he mistook him who was standing in front of 001 Court feeding the stray cats for the person who donated money to him.

"Huh" The man let out a long breath in disbelief, it's all too coincidental.

However, who lives in Court 001?Why did that person donate money to Yan Chuyang?Does he know Yan Chuyang?Is it simply to show kindness and want to help Yan Chuyang, or do you have other plans?

After Wei Qing frowned twice, he hurried to the coffee table, picked up his cell phone, and called his assistant.

The call was quickly connected.

"Hello? Mr. Wei?"

"Xiao Liu, look up the house I bought five years ago in Hengyang Villa District on Haihe Road. Who lives in the 001 Court opposite, and send me his name, family information, and detailed address information."

The assistant was stunned for two seconds: "Now?"

"Yes, right now, I'll give you 5 minutes!"

"Uh...Okay, okay." The assistant said nervously, "I'll hang up on Mr. Wei first, and I'll check right away."

Wei Qing cut off the phone, turned around and sat on the sofa, even though his heart was in a mess, his face was still calm and calm, but the coldness in his eyes could not be concealed.

The call came back quickly.

The assistant checked quickly, and Wei Qing gave the detailed address, but it was not difficult to check the name and basic information of the person who lived five years ago.

"Mr. Wei, I found it." The assistant said in a calm and authentic voice on the other end of the phone, "The place you mentioned, five years ago, Song Yilin's family, a real estate developer in Nanlin District, lived there, but only for two years. Now Already moved out."

Wei Qing frowned: "Song Yilin?" He was not familiar with this name. After all, he was involved in fashion design and real estate business. Apart from knowing a few top-notch figures in Songcheng, he also knew about other things. really do not know.

"Yes, it's clear that his family lives there, besides Song Yilin, his wife Jiang Shanshan, son Song Huaiqi, and..."

"Wait!" Wei Qing interrupted him abruptly.

The assistant was stunned, "Is there any question?"

"What did you say his son's name was?"

"Song Huaiqi, the Huai of Huainan, the inspiration of Qi."

The phone fell silent.

The assistant listened to the silent breathing coming from the microphone, froze for a long time, and then said bravely, "Mr. Wei, is there any question?"

No one spoke, and after a while, there was a violent banging sound from the microphone, and the assistant clenched his hands in fright, and quickly shouted: "Mr. Wei, is something wrong?" followed by a beep that the phone hung up busy tone.

The mobile phone was scattered on the floor, the screen was broken, and the back case had several cracks.

The living room was quiet, although it was almost July, the atmosphere was cold and creepy.

The man stared darkly at the mobile phone on the ground. He didn't want to drop the mobile phone at first. This is a behavior he despises for a weak person who can't restrain his emotions.

But there was no way, after hearing that person's name, he no longer knew how to calm down.

Everything makes sense.