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Shang Siyuan parked the car on the side of the road and poked her head out to point Song Yiwen in the direction.

On the other road, Sun Haichao was standing by the wall, flipping through the materials and checking the information.Seeing Shang Siyuan's car, he walked over.

"Yo! Are you here to deliver materials to Uncle Rong today?"

Shang Siyuan turned to Sun Haichao: "Master wants to inquire about Xingang's recent trade invoices. I sent them to the auxiliary branch and am about to return."

"Return? Then what are you doing at the gate of the mansion? Are you here to tease the young man?" Sun Haichao teased with a smirk.

Shang Siyuan rolled her eyes and said she was speechless: "Sun Haichao, can you stop being poor?"

Song Yiwen, who was leaning over in front of the car window with his back to Sun Haichao, straightened up and turned to look at him.

The rest of the joke could not be said again, and Sun Haichao froze in place with a shocked expression.

"What's the matter with this man?" Pointing at Song Yiwen.

Shang Siyuan was baffled by Sun Haichaoda's reaction: "FishingLong's newly recruited waiter helped Yu Xiao to deliver suits to Shao Dang's family. I happened to be on the way and pulled him over."

"Hello." Song Yiwen greeted Sun Haichao politely.

Sun Haichao frowned and looked Song Yiwen up and down, but did not hold his outstretched hand.

"First time at the mansion?" asked.Song Yiwen nodded.

"Come with me, I'll take you in." Then he turned and left.

Song Yiwen bid farewell to Shang Siyuan, and followed Sun Haichao into Zhiying's mansion.

Sun Haichao walked forward without saying a word, and stopped beside the woods on the side of the mansion.

He looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he turned around and asked in a low voice with a gloomy face, "What does this mean?"

It was not difficult to recognize Song Yiwen. Although Sun Haichao had no work relationship with this new colleague, he had called him once or twice, and he was a little familiar.It's just that the sudden appearance of Lei Ting's people here is definitely not a good sign for Zhi Ying.

Song Yiwen shrugged: "It's just following orders, I suggest you don't ask too much."

Sun Haichao opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but looked over Song Yiwen's shoulder and saw May and Uncle Rong approaching from a distance, so he had no choice but to go up to him and bow to say hello.

"Young master, the waiter from FishingLong has brought you the suit."

"Xiaochuan's new waiter? Hello." May leaned forward and looked at Song Yiwen.

And Song Yiwen looked at her silently, with a deep expression in his eyes, as if he was penetrating her to explore the past memories.

Sun Haichao elbowed him and brought Song Yiwen back to reality: "Why not be polite?! Do you understand the rules?!"

Only then did Song Yiwen bow slightly.

May didn't care about anything, and waved her hand to Sun Haichao, expressing that she didn't care: "The newcomer is new here, there is no need to be too harsh." Then she showed a friendly smile to Song Yiwen, "Welcome to FishingLong, Yu Xiaochuan is a good boss, I hope you enjoy your work. "

Song Yiwen's face showed a little joy and sadness intertwined, and it flashed by.

She is Teacher Meifang's daughter.Song Yiwen thought to himself.The child I once envied in every possible way.The warmth radiating from her body smelled like Teacher Meifang, but why was there so much forbearance and melancholy buried deep in her eyes?

He still vaguely remembered that Xiao Yi X, whom he met by chance in front of Teacher Meifang's tomb, also hid the great pain. Although he tried his best to maintain a calm and breezy face, it was no longer possible to have pure happiness.

The little girl with an innocent smiling face in the family photo of Teacher Meifang has now walked through too many ups and downs alone, with layers of thick patches in her heart, shed her childishness early, and is so old that it is distressing.

The little daughter who was tenderly loved by Teacher Meifang, after losing the protection of her parents, I am afraid that she will no longer be able to crave the warmth of any family affection.

Song Yiwen felt a sudden pain in his heart, this was not the future Mr. Meifang expected, but this was a reality that no one could change.

"Give me the suit." He heard the man behind May say.

Song Yiwen looked up and recognized the person who followed Xiaoyi X in the cemetery that day.Over the years, his face has changed a lot.Probably Zhiying's housekeeper, assisting the family members of the past generations to bear the important responsibilities of the family.With that in mind, he handed over the dry cleaning bag.

"And Fishing Long's account book." Song Yiwen opened the briefcase and took out a stack of papers.

Uncle Rong took it in his hand and said to Song Yiwen, "Okay, you can go back."

Song Yiwen bowed and walked towards the gate.

May stared at Song Yiwen's back, and murmured: "Where did you see it before? I always feel a little familiar..."

Uncle Rong frowned slightly, but said nothing.

After May returned to the mansion to change clothes and make up, she adjusted the slipknot of her tie while walking along the corridor on the second floor to the stairs.

She stopped when she passed an open door, and Li Yunwei who was watching the door was sitting at the end of the bed in the bedroom, with his hands propped up into a triangle, his chin propped up, his waist arched, motionless and silent.

May knew in his heart that he was missing Through, but this feeling was really incomprehensible. When Through left, he had made up his mind, and even if May bruised his lips, he might not be able to persuade him back.

She pushed open the door, sat down beside Li Yunwei, looked at his frowning and sighed.

"I said you, hurry up and take care of yourself, the reception is about to begin." Reminding, the light of the spotlight has already shone under the darkening night sky.

Li Yunwei shook his head slowly, unwilling to move.

"Don't be self-willed." May stood up and persuaded, "This reception is very important to the whitewashing of Zhiying-related trade routes. Uncle Qiongyu's opinion is also to hope that you and I will be present, and we will discuss some short-term handovers and participation in the meeting in the future. To communicate with each other on behalf of each other. This is the meaning of our rushing back from school this time, have you forgotten?"

After a long while, Li Yunwei stretched out his hand lacking in interest, took the tie that was casually thrown on the bed, and put it around his neck, and his clothes were ripped to sloppy.

May was speechless, rubbing her temples with a slight headache.Pulling the lifeless Li Yunwei, re-tied his tie, patiently smoothed the messy ends of his hair, and then pushed him out the door.

"How long are you going to be decadent?" May said as she went downstairs, "You should get rid of the past and look forward, okay? I heard from my roommate that the student organization is recruiting new students these days. Go back to school early to join the campaign with me, it's better to be too busy than to be depressed and moldy!"