The second after Song Qingyu connected to the youth hostel WiFi, she received a message.
It was sent to her by Lin Qinxue.
She clicked it.
Another photo.
In the photo, a small hand is placed on a pair of big hands.
It is obvious that the small hand belongs to Lin Qinxue and the big hand belongs to Lu Yanzhi.
In the past, Lin Qinxue had sent her many such photos. Every time, Song Qingyu felt heartbroken. She tried to use the photos to ask Lu Yanzhi what was going on.
But every time, Lu Yanzhi's answer was perfunctory.
I think she is making a big deal out of nothing.
Later, her heart still hurt, but she learned to keep her mouth shut.
Now look at it again——
Just two words.
ridiculous.
After setting the message do not disturb setting, Song Qingyu threw the SIM card that she had taken out when she left the restaurant into the toilet and flushed it away.
She registered without using her ID card.
After all, a youth hostel is not a hotel.
The management is not that strict.
You just need to give the staff a few hundred dollars to make them flexible.
Without her ID card and mobile phone card, it would not be easy for Lu Yanzhi to find her again.
It's the police...
Song Qingyu opened Liu Yiyang's WeChat with a headache.
Ever since she realized Liu Yi Yang's feelings for her, she has avoided contact with Liu Yi Yang.
But there's no way.
Everyone knows that she is Lu Yanzhi's bootlicker.
They all look down on her.
She only has one connection in City A, Liu Yiyang.
[Brother, I've moved out of Chiba. This is my new address. If the police contact you, give them this address.]
Liu Yiyang replied immediately: [Why did you move out of Qianye? ]
Song Qingyu: [The situation is a bit complicated. I'll explain it to you when I have time.]
【good. 】
Song Qingyu exited the chat interface and started looking for a private detective online.
She must leave City A as soon as possible.
Her father's antiques are still in Kyoto.
Zhang Lan and Xu Jiaojiao will definitely not stop.
…
When Lu Yanzhi rushed back to the restaurant, he found that the seat where Song Qingyu had been sitting was occupied by a somewhat vulgar-looking woman.
The woman was wearing heavy makeup, with bright red lips, and she was acting coquettishly towards the man sitting opposite her.
"No, I want you to feed me."
The man opposite her said with a doting look on his face, "Okay, okay, I'll feed you."
As he spoke, he picked up the fork and brought the steak to the woman's lips.
In the past, when he saw such scenes, he would just think they were tacky.
But today, he felt inexplicably warm.
As far as he could remember, when he first started dating Song Qingyu, she had also acted like this towards him, but he was a mysophobe, so every time Song Qingyu brought it up, he would just brush it off.
After that, Song Qingyu never mentioned it again.
Lu Yanzhi's eyes paused.
Suddenly I realized that Song Qingyu's enthusiasm had been lost little by little over the years.
His heart sank and he turned around and dialed Song Qingyu's number.
No one answered the phone.
He dialed the villa's phone again.
This time, someone answered the phone, but the servant who answered told him that Song Qingyu did not return to the villa.
The feeling of weightlessness surged into his heart even more strongly.
Makes his head spin.
He called Chen Zhou and said, "Find Song Qingyu for me! I'll find her even if I have to dig deep into the ground!"
Youth hostel.
Song Qingyu searched for a long time and finally found a private detective who was willing to take her job.
Moreover, it just so happened that the other party was also from City A.
Song Qingyu sent him the address and agreed to meet in two days.
Then she put down her phone, got up to get her clothes, and planned to take a shower and have a good sleep.
She had hardly had a good rest these days.
However, at this moment, the cell phone rang.
Song Qingyu was startled. When she saw that it was Director Tang calling, she breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the phone.
"Director Tang."
Director Tang on the other side also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Song Qingyu's voice. However, his tone soon became concerned with some complaints: "Qingyu, what's wrong with you? I called you, but your number was not connected."
Song Qingyu felt warm in her heart: "Sorry, Director, my SIM card is missing."
"So that's how it is," Director Tang sighed, "I'm glad you're okay."
"What do you want from me?"
"It's nothing, it's just that you asked me to find someone to help you take care of your father's antiques last time. I actually found someone for you. He used to be the president of the Cultural Relics Association.
I just retired this year and have rich experience in cultural relics.
Give the antiques to him for safekeeping, and there will be no problem.
Moreover, he has several properties in Kyoto.
They are all used to store antiques.
Knowing that you have a villa full of antiques, he even said he could vacate a villa for you."
Song Qingyu was worried about not being able to find a house, but now that she had found both the house and the people, she felt relieved. "Okay, how much is the monthly rent plus management fees?"
"No money is needed. The old president said that he would be very satisfied if he could look at all the antiques you have."
"That's not good..."
"What's wrong with that?" Director Tang said with a smile, "Qingyu, you're also involved in cultural relics, so you should know best. Many of your father's antiques are priceless. The old chairman is interested in your father's antiques, so he's willing to make such a big deal."
Song Qingyu was still a little hesitant when she heard Director Tang say, "Qingyu, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After all, it's easy to find a place, but it's hard to find someone with rich experience in managing antiques."
Director Tang is her father's good friend and has given her many suggestions, so Song Qingyu naturally believes him.
But this president...
"Okay, I'll contact the logistics department."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyu glanced at the time.
Today is Friday.
The logistics storage office doesn't open until Monday, so she can only wait until Monday to contact them.
Although she had some doubts in her heart, adhering to the principle of trusting people when employing them and not employing people she doubts, Song Qingyu finally chose to trust Director Tang.
Since he is the person Director Tang likes, he must be trustworthy.
After taking a shower, Song Qingyu went to bed.
She was sleeping soundly here.
But he had no idea that chaos was about to break out in Chiba.
Lu Yanzhi sent everyone to find Song Qingyu.
But I just couldn't find it.
Song Qingyu was like a dewdrop, evaporating in City A.
"We must find Song Qingyu tonight. If you can't find her, you won't be able to sleep." Lu Yanzhi said this to all the servants and bodyguards, then strode into the study.
In the study, Fu Cheng was already waiting for him.
Seeing him come in, she quickly rotated the computer screen towards the door.
"This is the last traceable image of Song Qingyu."
Lu Yanzhi frowned, pressed the mouse with his slender fingers, and enlarged the screen.
The picture froze on the scene where Song Qingyu walked out of the restaurant.
Lu Yanzhi squinted his eyes and looked at him for a moment.
Suddenly, he paused and his eyes fell on a figure behind Song Qingyu.
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