Dear girl

At eight o'clock in the evening, when Song Xinci came back to pick up dinner again, he saw the old Song's Maybach outside the gate.

I haven't seen you for some days, but I still miss Lao Song a lot.When Song Xinci arrived in the living room, her father was still reading documents, and his assistant was standing behind the sofa, not Liu Wei.

The assistant found her, but her father didn't. Song Xinci mischievously went around behind Old Song. Halfway there, Song Wentao put down the document in his hand and looked at her with a smile: "How old is she?"

Boring, Song Xinci walked over and sat next to Lao Song, and found that her father had a lot of gray hair, feeling a little sour, put his hand on her father's knee: "I didn't say you, Comrade Song, money is not earned Finished."

"It seems that I still have to learn from Comrade Xiao Song." Song Wentao said and gestured backwards, "What have you been doing these past few months?"

The assistant saw the gesture and went out, and since Song Xinci returned from Ningzhou a few months ago, Liu Wei has not supervised her anymore.

"Let's live like this." Song Xinci poured himself a glass of water, feeling a little guilty, "The time of being confused is over."

Song Wentao glanced at her, then looked at his watch, didn't say anything, and suggested: "You haven't eaten yet, let's go out to eat with Dad."

Not today, Xia Yao is still waiting for her in the studio, Song Xinci smiled like a flower, flattering her, "Dad, I..."

"What?" Song Wentao smiled, "I'm so busy that I don't even have time to have a meal with my father."

How does Song Xinci feel that Lao Song is a bit weird today, if he knew she was busy before, he would only let her go home early.Song Xinci shook Song Wentao's arm, and said coquettishly, "I've already made an appointment with someone."

"Oh." Song Wentao looked curious, "Aunt Chen specially asked you to help cook chicken soup. The person who can make my daughter so concerned, I really want to know who that person is."

If there are no accidents, we should know soon.Song Xinci didn't care about that, and temporarily concealed it: "Oh, it's just a friend. It's not like you don't know that your daughter and I have always been loyal."

"A friend—" Song Wentao didn't intend to be reasonable, "How about this, I'll get someone to deliver it for you, and you accompany me to dinner."

Old Song, what's the matter with you today... Song Xinci decided to make a quick decision: "I promised him..." Saying this, he got up and kissed his father's side face, "Dear dad, I will accompany you some other day Eat." After finishing speaking, he ran to the kitchen in a hurry.

Song Wentao watched his daughter's back disappear around the corner, took a while to pick up the file, looked at it twice, opened the drawer again, and took out an envelope from inside.Inside was a stack of photos, which was given to him by his assistant this morning, addressed to himself, and addressed to the company.

The company receives a lot of packages sent to him every day, such as self-recommendation letters, thank you letters, business proposals, or some prank-like things, which are screened by special personnel.The assistant saw Song Xinci on the photo, so he handed it over.

Song Wentao knew that girl, she had been to their house before, she thought she was a pretty good child, how could it be like this... All the photos are of the girl and her own daughter together, I don't know where it is, but it can be seen They are very close.Or holding hands, or holding hands, or pinching faces... Are friends so close?He was also someone he loved when he was young, and that kind of eyes and smile can't deceive anyone.

I don't know who sent it, and there is a text description.

But, he never thought that his daughter would be gay.

No, it's not that there is no sign at all. The new word has grown so big, and I haven't heard of any boyfriend.Song Wentao stroked his chin after thinking about it, and took out a box of cigars from the briefcase next to him.

**

The next day, Song Xinci led a group of people to smash Fu Chunrong Financial Company.

The first time, the criminal gang in Miaowang Village went to jail; the second time, Brother Sun, the bastard, was prosecuted by Shuanggui, and finally went to jail; the third time, the third time I can still forgive you!

The first night Song Xinci planned to stay in the studio to accompany Xia Yao, but her father urged her to go back with three phone calls.

Standing by the door reluctantly said goodbye to Xia Yao, after returning home her father was fine with looking for her, she was so angry that she went back to the room and fell asleep.

Xia Yao closed the door with obsessive-compulsive disorder, hugged her knees, and looked at the globe on the bedside table all night.The Middle East, the Middle East, the area about half a finger away from China on the globe, is like an attractive box that doesn’t know what it contains, can’t be opened, can’t be opened...

She gripped the necklace tightly.The door was not closed tightly, the curtains were not drawn, and a cold wind blew in.If only I wasn't sick.

How remote it is here, there is no sound of a car passing by.Turn on the night light to the lowest setting, the seemingly wide world, but I feel like staying in a box, when the night is quiet, I dare not even listen to a song.

Xia Yao barely fell asleep when the sky was slightly bright.Is it counted as falling asleep? I am dazed and seem to have a sliver of consciousness, but I am dreaming clearly. The dream alternates with the reality. One second I am still thinking about the way to go in the future. The next second the sea floods the city, and the sky collapses and the earth shatters. .

Are you dreaming?

There seemed to be some movement outside the bedroom, but she was too tired to get up.

New words, hug sister.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning when Xia Yao woke up, which means she didn't sleep long.

Blinking her eyes, Xia Yao turned over and touched the phone, turned on the screen, sighed, threw the phone aside, and lifted the quilt.

Putting on her slippers, when she stood up, she forgot that she was injured, her legs went limp, and she almost fell, but she managed to stabilize herself. She wanted to wash her face, so she walked out of the bedroom.

This rest room of Song Xinci, located in the studio, is a spiral staircase after going out, and an empty living room in the middle.It’s not nothing, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a treadmill, a few yoga balls scattered around, a dart board hanging on the wall, and some miscellaneous objects.But because the living room is so big, it seems a bit empty.The bedroom, which is used as a rest room, does not have a separate bathroom.The wash area, including a medium-sized bathtub, is opposite the bedroom and across the living room.

In the beginning, the layout of the house was not like this at all. Song Tuhao pointed out a few words of his own plan, and then left the problem to the decoration company.

When Xia Yao was brushing her teeth, she was taken aback by herself in the mirror. The dark circles under her eyes and haggard complexion seemed to have been up all night.It's only been one day, how can people change so much, because someone has been by her side some time ago, but yesterday wasn't there?No way, Xia Yao sighed, she knew it was because of her low mood.When people are depressed, they can't see anything to make them happy.

Why she was depressed, she couldn't tell.

Xia Yao turned on the faucet and watched the pure and transparent water fill her palm. The small container couldn't hold the liquid that flowed out from the hole continuously, and the clear water flowed out along the gap between her fingers. What did it look like?Like all the powerless or futile things, like the voice of sighing that is already doomed in the dark.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that her behavior was wasting water resources. After reflection, she lowered her head and patted the water on her face.The cold water made her wake up a lot.It really was a wise decision not to turn on the hot water.

There are many bottles and cans, facial cleanser, toner, moisturizing cream on the washstand... She reached for the outermost hand sanitizer, and rubbed her fingers back and forth until her skin turned red, over and over again, over and over again again.

After finally stabilizing her obsessive-compulsive disorder temporarily, Xia Yao turned around and walked back. When she passed the living room, she found a microwave oven on the cabinet where the projector and VR glasses were placed, and there were several boxes of packed meals next to it.When he got closer, there was a sticky note under the chopsticks:

【Sister Yao

When you wake up, heat up your meal and eat it

Also, remember to take your medicine after half an hour

Something happened to Cheng Yang

I'll be back at night

What a da~]

Holding the note, Xia Yao ran back to the room in two steps, picked up the phone, and called Song Xinci.

Connected quickly.

"hello."

"New words." Xia Yao sat by the bed, "Where are you now?"

"Ningzhou." Song Xinci explained over there, "Cheng Yang has an announcement, which was detained by the organizer. I'm waiting to see their person in charge."

"Okay—" Xia Yao's right eyelid kept twitching, "Don't go looking for them, do you hear me?"

A puzzled voice came over, "Who are you looking for?"

"New word, I'm not joking with you now, you know who I'm talking about." Xia Yao's tone became a little serious, "It's not that you can't go, it's that you are not allowed to go, do you hear that?"

"Pfft." Song Xinci laughed, "Sister Yao, you are sleeping stupidly. I don't understand what you are talking about. Okay, the person in charge has come out. I won't chat with you for now. See you tonight. Remember to eat medicine."

Then, Song Xinci hung up the phone.

Looking at the hung up phone, Xia Yao began to look through Cheng Yang's phone number.

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