Song Qingyu instantly recovered from her immense sorrow. She sat up straight and pointed at Gu Hanxing's pocket: "Someone's looking for you."
Gu Hanxing nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the phone.
It’s Song Feng.
He picked up the phone with a frown.
"What's up?"
"It's about Lu..." Song Feng just started to speak when he was stopped by Gu Hanxing, "Wait a moment."
Song Feng: “?”
Gu Hanxing took the phone off, looked at Song Qingyu, whose eyes were no longer filled with tears, and said, "I'll take a call first."
Song Qingyu understood immediately. She wiped her face and said, "Then I'll go back first."
"Um."
Gu Hanxing picked up his phone only after Song Qingyu left, but his expression turned extremely gloomy in an instant.
"continue."
Song Feng heard the conversation between Song Qingyu and Gu Hanxing on the phone, and then he understood why Gu Hanxing wanted to stop him.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the Third Young Master was really worried about Miss Song.
"Well, didn't you ask me to send someone to follow Mr. Lu? This morning, the person I sent brought back news that Mr. Lu had already left Kyoto."
"Left?"
"yes."
"Where did you go?"
"Wuzhou."
Wuzhou?
Gu Hanxing frowned. It was a second-tier city in China and not very famous. What was Lu Yanzhi doing there?
"Keep watching him."
Gu Hanxing still didn't think that Lu Yanzhi was someone who would give up easily.
"yes."
at this time.
Song Qingyu returned to the room and looked at Gu Hanxing downstairs, her heart pounding.
The moment she knew Song Xiu was not her biological father, her heart was broken.
But the moment she leaned into Gu Hanxing's arms, her head seemed to be repaired again.
She could no longer figure out what her feelings were towards Gu Hanxing.
Is it gratitude or love?
But she knew that she was willing to give herself to Gu Hanxing.
Regardless of the consequences.
"Miss Song."
There was a knock on the door.
Song Qingyu turned around and was surprised to see that it was the butler.
She felt even more surprised when she saw that the housekeeper was holding a cup of hot milk.
"The Third Young Master told me to give it to you. He said that you were in a bad mood and that drinking a glass of milk could improve your mood."
Song Qingyu's eyes warmed up: "Did Han Xing really ask you to prepare this for me? Didn't you make the decision on your own?"
The housekeeper quickly said with a smile, "Miss Song, it was really the Third Young Master who asked me to do this. I...how could I dare to interfere?"
Song Qingyu didn't believe it. The housekeeper had done this kind of thing many times.
Seeing that Song Qingyu didn't believe it, the housekeeper had to tell the whole story: "When you went upstairs just now, the Third Young Master sent me a message. If you don't believe it, I can show you my phone."
Song Qingyu's face froze, and her gaze involuntarily fell on Gu Hanxing outside the window.
Even in such a short time, he did not forget to remind the housekeeper to take care of himself...
Song Qingyu seemed to have returned to her childhood.
At that time, my father was very busy.
Even when he occasionally went home, he was busy working in the study.
But even so, he would not forget to instruct the servants at home to prepare delicious food for her.
Song Qingyu stared at Gu Hanxing for a long time, but her restless heart gradually calmed down.
She found the answer.
"Butler..." Song Qingyu turned around and looked at the butler with a bright smile, "Recently, have there been any dates that have held special meaning for your Third Young Master?"
The butler looked at Song Qingyu in confusion. After thinking for a moment, he said hesitantly, "In two weeks, it will be the Third Young Master's birthday. Is this a day with special significance?"
"Birthday?" Song Qingyu's eyes shone with a faint light, like a slowly blooming flower, "Of course it counts!"
This is a meaningful day!
Is even God giving her the answer?
After the housekeeper left, Song Qingyu took out her cell phone and called Zhao Xi: "Xixi, can I ask you a question?"
Zhao Xi was still sleeping. When she heard Song Qingyu's voice, she closed her eyes and said, "Sure."
"I want to give Gu Hanxing a gift. What gift do you think is suitable?"
"You want to give the Third Young Master a gift?" Zhao Xi turned over. "A man like the Third Young Master shouldn't be short of gifts, and he'll like anything you give him, so feel free to give him anything you want."
"I want to give it to him on the day I confess my love to him. I can't do it so casually."
"What did you say?!" Zhao Xi jumped up from the bed in shock, "You want to confess to Gu Hanxing?!"
Did she hear it right?
Today the sun rises from the west again.
Song Qingyu smiled helplessly: "You heard it right."
"You finally figured it out!" Zhao Xi was so excited that she danced with joy. She wanted to rush to Song Qingyu immediately, "That's great! Qingyu, how did you figure it out?"
Song Qingyu looked out the window, but Gu Hanxing was no longer there.
How did you figure it out?
Because she saw in Gu Hanxing the pattern of how Song Xiu loved her.
Meticulous and attentive to every detail.
"You should first tell me what gift I should give to confess my love."
"What gift should I give..." Zhao Xi was in a dilemma. Although she had given many gifts to boys, she had never given a gift to a man like Gu Hanxing, who had everything he needed. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally came up with an idea: "How about giving you a sweater I knitted myself?"
"A sweater? No," Song Qingyu frowned, "His birthday is in two weeks. It's too late."
"Then send the scarf. Two weeks is enough."
Song Qingyu: "Okay."
She is a person of action. After making a decision, she immediately went out to buy tools.
Song Qingyu had experience knitting sweaters for Lu Yanzhi before, so she was familiar with choosing the tools, but felt a little awkward when holding them in her hands.
I always feel something weird.
"Miss, is there any problem?" The clerk couldn't help but speak when he saw Song Qingyu holding the wool with a somewhat absent-minded expression.
Song Qingyu finally came back to her senses. She looked at the wool and shook her head: "No, where can I pay?"
"This way, please." The clerk took Song Qingyu to the cashier.
After Song Qingyu paid the bill and left the store, the strange feeling in her heart still remained.
Just then, her cell phone rang.
It was Fang Yu calling.
"Ms. Song," Fang Yu's voice was very pleasant, and even through the phone, it made people feel intoxicated. "The crew just called me and said that 'Longing' has received additional investment, and it's from a big investor... But this investor is very strange. He didn't make any excessive demands, but just asked the crew to start filming in a week.
The crew said that in order not to delay the progress, they asked me to go there early, so I thought of calling you to let you know.
"No problem. It's your first time on a crew. Are you nervous?"
"Not nervous."
"That's fine. By the way, where should we shoot it?"
"Wuzhou."
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