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That night, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Xu Wei ran out of the banquet hall, leaving only an ambiguous apology to Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe spent a lot of effort to get this book for Yang Chengli to help Xu Wei. Of course, Song Qinghe couldn't just let Xu Wei do whatever he wanted.

Just as Xu Wei pushed open the door of the banquet hall, Song Qinghe chased him out with a sullen face.

Walking to the entrance of the hall, Xu Wei's running figure was right in front of him. Song Qinghe only needed to follow a few steps forward to keep Xu Wei, but he still had time to chase after him. stopped him.

"Hey, Mr. Song, you've finally come out. I'm going in to find you." The waiter looked at him and said respectfully.

His face was not good-looking, and his tone was frighteningly cold. He casually glanced at the waiter and said, "What's the matter?"

The waiter turned around, took out his mobile phone from the cabinet behind him, and handed it to him: "Your mobile phone has been ringing for half an hour, and it just stopped. I guess there may be something urgent. I want to go in and find you."

Song Qinghe glanced down at his mobile phone, and for some reason, panic suddenly rose in his heart.

He took the phone from the waiter, turned on the screen, and the words "Xu Huai missed calls - 10" jumped into his eyes instantly.

He clenched his phone tightly, walked out with a sullen face, and called back Xu Huai's number as he walked.

However, what came out of the mobile phone was a cold reminder of "Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off".

I made three calls in a row, and each call got such an echo.

Gradually, his breathing became heavy, and his elegant facial features exuded a sharp and terrifying aura.

When he got to the gate, the driver, Old Yu, was already waiting for him there in advance. He slammed the door of the car hard, and when he got in the car, he told Old Yu coldly, "Go to the hospital, drive faster."

Lao Yu, an old man from the Song family, has been with Song Qinghe for many years. It used to be Lao Yu's job to drive Song Qinghe to and from him. After Xu Huai came, Lao Yu was sent to do other things.

"Hey, okay," Lao Yu started the car, looked at Song Qinghe's gloomy face in the rearview mirror, and dared not speak out.

The car was driving fast on the road, Song Qinghe took out his mobile phone, found a contact named "Doctor Zhao", and dialed it.

Dr. Zhao is the attending doctor of Xu Huai's mother and also Song Qinghe's child.

The phone rang four or five times before being connected, Dr. Zhao's voice came quickly, "Qinghe, you have answered the phone!"

Song Qinghe's eyelids twitched, and then he spoke in a deeper voice, "What happened?"

Doctor Zhao sighed, "It's Xu Huai's mother, who passed away half an hour ago."

After a pause of two seconds, Song Qinghe spoke again, "Where is Xu Huai? Are you in the hospital?"

"No, he called you a dozen times but didn't get through, and then he ran away from the hospital," Dr. Zhao said helplessly, "When he left, he was crying badly, and I was just about to call you , let you quickly find and appease the person."

Taking a deep breath, Song Qinghe pressed his eyebrows and said, "Did he leave any message when he left?"

"No, he didn't say anything, just kept crying."

"Got it." After saying this, Song Qinghe hung up the phone.

Seeing him hang up the phone, Lao Yu's face was even more gloomy than before, it was almost icy, and he didn't even dare to make a sound.

"Go to Xu Huai's residence." Song Qinghe leaned on the back seat of the car, closed his eyes, and said solemnly.

"Okay." Old Yu turned around immediately.

After a moment of silence, Song Qinghe took out his mobile phone again and dialed Xu Huai's number, but it was still turned off.

Call again, turn off the phone.

Call again, or shut down.

After making five calls in a row, the phone is still shut down.

The clarity in Song Qinghe's eyes was gradually replaced by anger. With a sneer, he turned off the phone screen and turned to look out the window.

Xu Huai's residence was naturally empty, so Song Qinghe ran away again, and when he returned to the car, Song Qinghe couldn't even maintain the sneer on his face.

After sitting quietly in the car for 5 minutes, Lao Yu couldn't stand the suffocating silence, so he turned around and asked Song Qinghe in a low voice, "President Song, where are we going next?"

"Did I let you talk?" Song Qinghe raised his head and looked at Old Yu coldly, as if he was going to eat him.

Lao Yu has been in the Song family for decades, so he naturally knows the temper of Song Qinghe, the former devil king. What is the driver who drives the car.

Thinking of this, Lao Yu hastily turned his head back embarrassingly, not daring to say another word.

A piercing cell phone ringing suddenly rang in the carriage. Song Qinghe quickly picked up the cell phone, and after only one glance, the tense muscles all over his body loosened again.

It's the company's HR director.

After answering the phone impatiently, Song Qinghe said sullenly, "If what you say next doesn't mean anything to me, then pack up and leave me tonight."

The supervisor was taken aback by his cold tone, and quickly said: "Mr. Song, it's Xu Huai's business. He just sent me an email saying he was going to resign. I thought, I'd better tell you."

Xu Huai has been with Song Qinghe for three years. Everyone in the company knows about his special status. Therefore, whenever there is something about Xu Huai, the company will definitely notify Song Qinghe immediately. .

Hearing the supervisor's words, Song Qinghe put his arms on the car window, and a frightening sneer appeared on his lips.

First he disappeared, and now he is resigning. Is this to draw a complete line with him?

It was pitifully naive.

"Is the email sent by mobile phone or computer?" Song Qinghe asked the supervisor.

"Mobile," said the supervisor, "sent 2 minutes ago."

2 minutes ago.

Song Qinghe didn't say anything, just hung up the supervisor's phone and dialed Xu Huai's number again.

This time, the bell only rang four or five times before the call was connected.

Song Qinghe straightened his body, gripped the phone tightly with his fingers, and asked in a calm voice, "Where are you?"

After two seconds of silence, Xu Huai's hoarse voice came from the receiver.

Xu Huai said, "It has nothing to do with you."

The suppressed anger broke out completely at this moment, Song Qinghe frowned, and shouted directly into the receiver: "I ask you, where the hell are you?! Don't make me say it a third time."

Lao Yu sat in front, trembling with fright at the sound.

Xu Huai still replied unhurriedly: "I have already offered to resign. Although you have spent a lot of money on me in the past few years, I have also tried my best to sleep for you for such a long time. It's cleared up, after this call, I don't need this number anymore."

"Mr. Song, let's not contact each other in the future."

"Liangqing? Don't you see what you are, are you worth the price?" Song Qinghe clenched his phone tightly and sneered mockingly, "I spend money to find ducks, which is more exciting than you, so why do you have to be clear with me? ?Um?"

"But I didn't force you to give me money, you gave it voluntarily," Xu Huai sighed, "I know I'm not as good as a duck, but at least I'm cleaner than a duck, and I haven't let Mr. Song get sick for so many years, right? "

Xu Huai seemed to be tired and didn't want to entangle him any more, "My mother has passed away, and I don't have any need to stay in Beijing anymore. I will leave tonight. I answered this call just to say goodbye to you. , I hung up."

"How dare you!!" Song Qinghe shouted angrily while pinching the phone.

However, before Song Qinghe could speak again, Xu Huai had already hung up the phone.

Song Qinghe called again, but he couldn't get through.

Raising his hand, Song Qinghe threw the phone into the car angrily, glared at Old Yu out of breath, and said, "Go to the airport, go now!"

"Okay, okay." Lao Yu didn't dare to breathe, and quickly started the car.

That night Song Qinghe took the fastest flight to Guizhou alone, while Xu Huai did not leave Beijing on the other side.

The reason why he told Song Qinghe that he would leave tonight was because he was afraid that Song Qinghe would find him relentlessly. Although he knew it was unlikely, Song Qinghe hated others disobeying him the most. If he proposed to resign after discussing it, Song Qinghe would definitely be angry, and if he was angry, he would have to vent his anger on him, but now, he didn't want to see Song Qinghe at all.

After sending Song Qinghe to the Banquet Hotel, Xu Huai drove to the hospital. During this period of time, due to Xu Wei and Song Qinghe's incident, Xu Huai was in a very low mood. He was afraid that his mother would worry, and he hadn't been to the hospital for several days. .

His mother's condition had stabilized before, and he was still imagining that he would take her back to his hometown when her condition recovered, but he never thought that her condition would suddenly deteriorate sharply, so he rushed to the hospital At that time, I only had time to see my mother for the last time.

He hugged his mother's body and burst into tears. He didn't know what to do. In his despair, he thought of Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe didn't like him, even loathed him, he knew this a long time ago, but he couldn't help himself to be attached to Song Qinghe, in despair he even wanted to use someone who didn't like him as a straw to save his life.

He sat in the corridor of the hospital and called Song Qinghe.

One pass, two passes, three passes...

"Answer the phone, answer the phone, Song Qinghe, just take pity on me, answer the phone once..."

He cried and begged silently.

However, he called Song Qinghe ten times in a row, but Song Qinghe didn't answer a single call.

He knew that today was a big day for Song Qinghe and Xu Wei, and he was the one who ran down the project that Yang established over and over again. He didn't expect Song Qinghe to take a second look at him, but it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that What kind of state of mind is the sentence "making wedding clothes for others"?

Wouldn't Song Qinghe be willing to spend 1 minute answering his phone call?

He fell down in the corridor of the hospital, holding his head in his hands.

Inside the door is his miserable and dying mother, while outside the door is a world that has abandoned him.

It's time for him to wake up, he really should wake up, there must be a limit to being cheap, and he has reached his limit at this moment.

He turned off his mobile phone, left the hospital, returned to his residence, packed his things, found a hotel to stay, and then sent a resignation email to the company's supervisor.

Three days later, he took his mother's ashes and took the train to Guizhou. Before leaving, he threw his mobile phone and calling card into the trash can at the train station.