This voice is so unique that it is hard for Song Qingyu to forget it.

Unexpectedly.

This little boy actually belongs to the uncle next door.

When the little boy saw the uncle, he immediately threw himself into his arms and began to cry.

The uncle didn't understand what was going on.

The staff explained on the side.

Only then did the uncle realize that the little boy was lost.

He looked at Song Qingyu gratefully: "Thank you so much, young lady."

Song Qingyu: "It's just a piece of cake."

You are not allowed to ask the other party's identity at the auction.

The uncle had no choice but to say, "Miss, please wait a moment. I bought an antique today. This is my thank you gift."

Song Qingyu: "No, it's just a small matter."

"Yes, yes," the uncle insisted, "Just wait a moment, the staff will bring the antiques out soon."

Song Qingyu frowned slightly. Looking at the uncle, he seemed to be so concerned about the little boy. The boy's parents must also love him very much.

But why did he say that his parents didn’t want him anymore?

Is it just a careless remark of a child?

Song Qingyu couldn't help but look at the child again.

The child was also looking at her with his round eyes.

His eyes are big and look like sapphires, sparkling.

And those eyes are particularly deep, and at first glance, they don't look like those of a child.

He seems more like a cunning old fox.

Song Qingyu almost suspected that she had seen it wrong.

She couldn't help but take another look.

But the child's eyes looked very innocent.

Is she too sensitive?

Song Qingyu shook her head.

Maybe she has experienced too much, so she is wary of a child.

Just then.

Song Yan came out.

As soon as he saw Song Qingyu, he walked over.

"Sister Qingyu, let's go." Song Yan greeted.

"You can't leave yet." The one who spoke was the uncle with a smoky voice. He repeated what Song Qingyu had done for him, "Hey, little brother, please wait a moment. My lot will be here soon."

Song Yan's expression changed slightly.

This man was the one who competed with him for the fan.

Absolutely!

No one else can compare to this smoky voice!

Thinking that this was the culprit who caused him to spend an extra four million to buy the fan, Song Yan's face became even uglier.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask so no one could tell.

He looked at Song Qingyu, and his mood became slightly balanced.

This fan is given to Song Qingyu.

He could see that Song Qingyu was unhappy.

Since coming back with him.

So, he wanted to make her happy.

The first time he saw the fan, he had a strong feeling that Song Qingyu would definitely like that fan.

Just when everyone was thinking about it, the staff finally took out the antique that the uncle had bought.

It's a sachet.

The sachet, which is hundreds of years old, has been preserved as if it were new.

"I asked the staff," the uncle handed the sachet to Song Qingyu, "This sachet is still usable. Moreover, the fragrance inside will take at least hundreds of years to dissipate. It's amazing, isn't it?"

Song Qingyu wanted to refuse, but when she heard that the fragrance could last for hundreds of years, she instantly became interested.

He brought the sachet under his nose and sniffed it.

But I didn't smell anything special.

She knew that the ancients would take some measures to make the sachets last longer.

But even if measures are taken, they can only last for a few years at most.

This is the first time I have seen something like this that has lasted for hundreds of years.

Seeing that Song Qingyu was interested in the sachet, the uncle said with satisfaction: "We'll meet again next time if there's a chance."

After saying this, he left with his grandson.

Song Qingyu: "Your sachet..."

Song Yan said with a smile: "Sister Qingyu, since it is given to you, you should accept it. This kind of novelty is hard to come by."

Song Qingyu held the sachet.

"Um."

The two left together.

Arrived at the hospital.

Song Yan, who had hesitated all the way, finally took out the fan.

"A gift for you."

The fan is wrapped.

Song Qingyu couldn't tell, so she had to ask, "What is this?"

"You'll know when you open it when you get back."

Song Qingyu: "Okay."

"goodbye."

Song Qingyu nodded, got out of the car, and slowly walked towards the inpatient department.

Song Yan sat in the car, looking at Song Qingyu's back, his mood becoming increasingly heavy.

He knew that not allowing Song Qingyu to return to Kyoto was a cruel decision for her.

But that was all he could do.

Only by doing this can he be with Song Qingyu.

"Sister Qingyu, don't hate me."

Song Yan murmured to himself, then drove away.

When he got home and saw the cake in the back seat, Song Yan remembered that he had not eaten the cake made by Qiao Lanxin yet.

In order to give Qiao Lanxin a good impression, Song Yan ate the cake.

I have to say that Qiao Lanxin's craftsmanship is really good.

The cake is fragrant and sweet.

Very delicious.

Song Qingyu didn't eat it, it was a complete mistake.

Next time, he must recommend it to Song Qingyu.

Qiao Lanxin in the villa heard the noise, hurriedly put on her shoes and came down from the second floor.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Song Yan.

With a happy look on her face, she asked, "How was it? Did you encounter anything interesting at the auction today?"

Song Yan: "Mom, why do you ask that?"

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