After I lost my memory, I attacked the crematorium.

The audience was even more uproarious, Han Xiuqi laughed even harder, and Han Dongzhou slapped the table and stood up.

Li Yue took the microphone from the master of ceremonies in a calm and generous manner, and said in a clear and decisive manner: "Mr. Han received a call from an important customer temporarily, and he has something to deal with. I will accompany you to drink wine. From now on, Li's and Fenghan International Please support the project.”

Her generous attitude stabilized the venue, and most of the guests felt sympathy for emergencies in major projects. Han Yicheng has stabilized Fenghan International's business at a young age, and everyone has a long-standing reputation. Han Dongzhou immediately followed suit. Following the steps given by Li Yuexin, Han Yicheng's sudden departure was gracefully brought back.

Han Yicheng went to Xie Jinian's house without hesitation.

Unlock it with fingerprints, open the door, the layout of the room is as usual, Xie Jinian's usual things are all there, and the key of Little Fit is also placed in the entrance.

But the room was so quiet that there was no possibility of Xie Jinnian coming back.

Sitting down on the sofa in a daze, Han Yicheng called up the emergency contacts on his mobile phone and called Xie Jinian.

The mechanical electronic tone of "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable" is consistent with the response he received when he dialed Xie Jinnian in the banquet hall.

He shook his hands and took a deep breath, opened WeChat again, and made a video call to Xie Jinian's WeChat.

The continuous connection but no response was consistent with when he sent a message to Xie Jinian in the banquet hall to ask what was going on.

Reluctantly yelling at the phone, "Thank you, don't make such jokes with me, go home immediately", the voice message sent again, still did not receive any response after a long silence.

Han Yicheng smashed his phone to the ground angrily.

The sound of the impact did not give him any relief to relieve the tightness of his heart.

The phone lay quietly on the ground, and after a few minutes, the sound of a message arriving suddenly rang.

Han Yicheng stood up abruptly, and stepped forward to pick up the phone.

Part of the phone's screen has been cracked, but it still works.

What I received was a picture text message. Although the number was just a series of numbers, Han Yicheng knew it was from Han Xiuqi.

He didn't add any contact information of Han Xiuqi at all, and he didn't expect Han Xiuqi to send him a message.

But the title of the information is simple and clear with three words: Thanksgiving Year.

Han Yicheng immediately clicked on the message.

A photo slowly loads on a cracked phone screen.It's a photo taken secretly. In the photo is the international terminal of the airport. The person walking into Gate 6 of "International Departures" is exactly Xie Jinnian.

Before he had time to digest the meaning of this photo, Han Xiuqi's second message came one after another: "Brother, there is no need to rush to the airport, the flight to England has already taken off for an hour. You don't need to thank me. I wish you a happy engagement."

Holding the phone, Han Yicheng rushed into Xie Jinian's study.

He flung open the drawer on the right side of the desk.

That was the place where various documents and materials of him and Xie Jinian were stored.

All his things were clearly and neatly placed inside, and there was even a note written by Xie Zhinian on it, indicating the expiration time of each certificate.

All the papers and certificates for Xie Qinian were gone.

Sitting down on the desk chair, Han Yicheng trembled his lips and hands, even if he pressed his heart tightly, the pain that scratched his chest like a tide could not be relieved.

Half an hour later, Xiao He and Fu Nianheng arrived at Xie Jinian's house.

Entering through the wide-open door, bypassing the hallway, Han Yicheng leaned against the corner of the sofa, his lips were pale, his face was pale, and the forehead was covered with cold sweat, which kept rolling down with the violent ups and downs of his chest.

Xiao He immediately became nervous: "Mr. Han, let's go to the hospital first!"

"No." Han Yicheng shook his head with difficulty, and looked at Fu Nianheng, "You have friendship in England, please help me check Xie Qinian's itinerary after he arrives in England."

Xiao He looked at Han Yicheng's stubborn expression, took out his mobile phone and said to Fu Nianheng, "Boss Fu, I'll call the private hospital and ask them to send a car and someone."

Fu Nianheng agreed and said yes, and said to Han Yicheng: "Just rely on a flight number? How can I find a needle in a haystack?"

"Looking for a needle in a haystack also means looking for it."

Xiao He suddenly said: "Brother Nian still has a brokerage contract? He has to contact the brokerage company?"

"I just asked his assistant." Han Yicheng's pale face was slightly livid, and his breathing was short of breath. "He terminated the contract early."

"You don't know anything about these things?" Fu Nianheng was surprised, "He really made an absolute cut with you."

Han Yicheng's distressed voice was full of paranoia, "He can't leave unless I die. I'll give you his passport information."

Fu Nianheng rolled his eyes greatly: "Han Yicheng, do you know [-] or do you think I am in charge of MI[-]? Or are you actually a hidden head of state? Don't be naive, okay. If he wants to leave, at least he can do it." I won't let you find it easily. Didn't you say it yourself? He is very capable, and he does everything seamlessly. If he can be found easily by you, then it's not a breakup, but he's just playing tricks with you."

Fu Nianheng also sighed with regret in his voice: "Do you think he is a hypocritical person?"

Thanksgiving year is really not.What he decides must be done clearly and cleanly.In the first year he signed the agency contract, the company accepted the drama for him without showing him the script. After reading the script, he insisted that the company and the drama party terminate the contract.

The only one who can make Xie Jinnian compromise and back down is him, Han Yicheng.

However, he never thought that there would be a day when Xie Jinian really cut him off neatly.He didn't even delete WeChat, didn't change the password of the house, didn't have a face-to-face dispute with him, terminated the contract early, didn't leave any clues, and just gave up all the past lightly.

All his unscrupulousness, half is accumulated in his loneliness that he has nothing to lose, and half is accumulated in Xie Jinian's sense of security that he accepts him wholeheartedly.

But now, all he had left was a sharp loneliness.

He turned on the phone again.Shards of shattered glass dug into the skin of his clinging thumb, leaving a trail of blood across the screen.

He raised his head slowly, looked around the room, raised his head again, looked at Fu Nianheng blankly, and whispered hoarsely: "Qiqi, he doesn't want me anymore?"

While speaking, his breathing became disordered, Han Yicheng's eyes were tightly closed, and he passed out under the nervous calls of Xiao He and Fu Nianheng.

The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. After 30 seconds, the lock screen interface flickered, and then darkened into black, swallowing the last message from Xie Jinian under the bloodstains on the screen:

【Ah Cheng, no more. 】

It rained heavily, but the city was as noisy as ever.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a small white Fit approached the lobby of "S&A".

The waiter in the welcome area immediately notified the public relations manager in the clubhouse through the intercom: "Manager Li, Mr. Han is here."

After half a month, the novice waiter who had almost memorized the membership information hurriedly said to the senior waiter who had just informed the manager: "Brother, Mr. Han, who reserved the venue today... will drive this car?"

The senior waiter nodded: "No one is allowed to touch Boss Han's car. No need to park for him."

While talking, Little Fit had been properly parked in the parking area facing the middle of the hall, Han Yicheng got out of the car, and the PR manager had already walked in front of him.

The PR manager was all smiles: "Mr. Han, happy birthday!"

Han Yicheng nodded calmly, said "thank you", and walked towards "S&X" without stopping.

Walking through the foyer and the corridor, the lobby of the clubhouse is already very lively.Han Yicheng still looked around the audience with a calm expression, nodded slightly to the person who greeted him with a smile, then walked through the hall to a sofa in the corner.

Fu Nianheng was looking at his mobile phone with whiskey in his hand, and he didn't want to blend in with the excitement not far away.

But when he saw Han Yicheng approaching, he still put down his phone and raised his glass to Han Yicheng: "You've lost weight again."

Han Yicheng sat down, and the waiter immediately brought a glass of whiskey.He took a sip and didn't speak, just shaking the cup gently in his hand.

"I still got nothing from going to England this time?" Fu Nianheng asked.

Han Yicheng nodded, and took another sip of wine silently.

"Three years." Fu Nianheng seemed to be emotional, "Are you still looking for it?"

"It's only been three years, why didn't I look for it?" Han Yicheng smiled lonely and absolutely, "I've been looking for it all my life."

"By the way, do you still remember Jiang Ruifeng who used to stick to you all over the world?" Fu Nianheng suddenly remembered something and asked Han Yicheng.

"Who?"

"Little model. I filmed a drink commercial with your family, Xie Jinnian."

"Oh. He." Han Yicheng didn't care much, "They didn't shoot together. Qiqi is a personal story, he is a bunch of people."

"Okay, okay, I know that no one is as powerful as Qi Qi from your family." Fu Nianheng said, "The main reason is that I heard that he found a financial backer."

Han Yicheng glanced at Fu Nianheng: "What does it have to do with me? You are his benefactor?"

"How is it possible? Is my taste so bad?" Fu Nianheng immediately retorted, and then said, "No, I heard from Xiao Er that he and his benefactor seem to be at odds with you."

"Then why didn't you ask Xiao Er who his benefactor is?"

"Xiao Er also heard from his little brother who raised him, so he didn't bother to get involved in these messy things." Fu Nianheng said, "He said that he once caught sight of Jiang Ruifeng in their group of brothers and said that as long as he can It's so disgusting to you, you can do whatever you want, so you just remembered to talk to me."

"Disgusting me?" Han Yicheng smiled disdainfully, "With him? Also worthy?"

"Yes, yes, except for Xie Jinian, who is worthy to make Boss Han feel a little turmoil?" Fu Nianheng said half-sarcastically and half-sarcastically.

Han Yicheng raised his head and drank the glass of whiskey.

"Is there still no news from the private detective?" Fu Nianheng looked at the slumped Han Yicheng, and asked with some concern.

"Recently, a private detective found a source who didn't disclose information and asked me to send a photo of Qi Qi and me together." Han Yicheng pointed to the wall of the empty wine glass and pondered, "I don't think it's very reliable."

Fu Nianheng nodded: "It's fishing."

As he spoke, he frowned again: "Is this related to that little model and his benefactor?"

Han Yicheng put down the empty wine glass and poured himself another glass of wine: "I asked another group of private investigators to conduct a reverse investigation, but there was no result yet."

"You have to be careful." Fu Nianheng said seriously, "You and your father have to see each other before the stock is in hand. Don't fall in love and ruin my investment. I plan to retire and travel around the world in my [-]s."

"If I was in love, would he leave?" Han Yicheng laughed at himself and drank half a glass of wine.

"Even if you are in love, that still can't change your paranoid possessiveness and controlling behavior towards him. Do you know why he left?"

Nodding, shaking his head again, Han Yicheng put down his wine glass, turned on his phone, and sent a message to that WeChat who didn't block him but never got a reply.

[Today is my birthday, will you come back? 】

Three minutes later, the phone vibrated in my hand.

Han Yicheng's eyes lit up, and he held the phone in front of him nervously and expectantly.

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