Song Qingyu's breathing quickened for a moment, but soon, she smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Lu has a criminal record, so don't blame me for being suspicious."
Lu Yanzhi bent his waist another inch, his forehead almost touching Song Qingyu's eyebrows: "Are you suspicious, or do you want me to come to you deep down?"
The man's breath lightly fell on the outline of Song Qingyu's cheek.
She stiffened her body, not daring to move, and could only look up at Lu Yanzhi's face that was so close to her.
The man's short black hair fell in front of his forehead, highlighting his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, making him look very heroic.
The nose bridge is high and the thin lips are slightly upturned, as if they are a carefully carved work of art, showing the innate nobility.
Song Qingyu used to love and hate this face, but now, she only feels indifference.
"Mr. Lu is such a joker—" She raised her hand and pressed Lu Yanzhi's chest, exerting a little force to distance them. Then she looked at Lu Yanzhi with a smile and said, "If there was a button that would make you disappear, I would definitely press it until it broke."
Lu Yanzhi's face darkened.
Song Qingyu had already taken out the key, opened the door and entered the house.
Looking at the closed door, his eyes darkened.
For the remaining few days, Song Qingyu never saw Lu Yanzhi again.
She gradually gave up the idea of moving away.
Maybe, just as Lu Yanzhi said, he just came to inspect the house.
Early on Sunday morning, Song Qingyu received a call from Liu Yiyang.
"Are you free today? I have good news for you!"
Song Qingyu: "Yes."
"Then let's meet downstairs at your house."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyu stood in front of the wardrobe. She originally wanted to just put on a coat and go out, but when she looked at herself in the mirror without makeup, she decided to dress up.
Not to please others, but to please yourself.
After putting on makeup, Song Qingyu changed into a black cloak coat and paired it with over-the-knee boots.
Her legs are long and thin, and they look even slimmer in long boots.
Looking at herself in the mirror, who looked much more energetic, Song Qingyu's mood also improved.
When I went downstairs, Liu Yi Yang was already waiting.
When he saw her, his heart was pounding before he even opened his mouth: "You look so beautiful today."
Song Qingyu curled her lips: "Thank you."
"Let's go and find a place to sit."
"good."
There was a cafe opposite the community, and the two people walked in.
Because it was the weekend, there were quite a few people in the store.
Even so, the two of them instantly became the focus as soon as they appeared, especially many people recognized Song Qingyu and secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures of Song Qingyu and Liu Yiyang.
"Let's go upstairs."
Liu Yiyang frowned, not liking this feeling.
"Um."
Song Qingyu nodded slightly and followed Liu Yiyang up to the second floor.
The second floor is a private room, which is much quieter.
"What good news do you want to tell me?" Song Qingyu asked after sitting down.
Liu Yiyang took out an invitation letter.
Song Qingyu only read the beginning and her expression changed slightly.
"Xu Yanhuan?"
"yes."
Song Qingyu raised her eyes and stared at Liu Yi Yang. Seeing that Liu Yi Yang still had a faint smile on his face, she moved her lips.
This Miss Xu is the third daughter of the Xu family.
Although the Xu family is not as wealthy and powerful as the Lu family and the Fu family, it is also a presence that cannot be underestimated in City A.
She had a vivid memory of Xu Yanhuan's high-profile pursuit of Liu Yiyang back then.
Every day, banners and heart shapes are hung at the door of the boys' dormitory.
Liu Yi Yang had finally gotten rid of Xu Yanhuan, so how could he get in touch with her again?
Song Qingyu unfolded the invitation and discovered that Xu Yanhuan was holding an antique exhibition.
Many collectors must have been invited to the exhibition.
She has been worried about not being able to find customers.
Aren’t these people the source of customers?
Song Qingyu: "You... went to find Xu Yanhuan because of me?"
Liu Yiyang smiled and did not answer, but asked: "Are you going?"
Seeing the expectation flashing in Liu Yiyang's eyes, Song Qingyu felt touched and nodded: "Yeah."
The next night.
The two went to the exhibition together.
As expected, many famous collectors from City A came to the exhibition.
Song Qingyu came here today just to meet them and get acquainted with them. It would be best if she could get their contact information.
Therefore, she was not in a hurry. After entering the exhibition hall, she focused her attention on the exhibits.
Seeing her staring at the antiques with sparkling eyes, Liu Yiyang couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips: "Do you like antiques so much?"
Song Qingyu stared at the gold-inlaid jade hairpins in the glass. "Yes, they are not just objects, they are living historical recorders. Listen carefully, do you hear them telling you about the past dynasties?"
The smile on Liu Yiyang's face deepened.
At this moment, a joyful voice rang out.
"Yi Yang! It's really you! You really came, I thought..." Xu Yanhuan's smile froze instantly when he saw Song Qingyu, "Why are you here?"
A woman's sixth sense told Song Qingyu that Xu Yanhuan had not forgotten Liu Yiyang after all these years.
Just as she was about to speak, Liu Yiyang spoke first, "I asked Qingyu to come with me."
Xu Yanhuan's expression changed, and he suddenly thought of something, and the hatred in his eyes became more obvious.
"She's not welcome here!"
Liu Yiyang: "Miss Xu San, can't we come to this banquet just by having an invitation?"
"Yes," Xu Yanhuan raised his chin slightly, "but my invitation is for you. How could I know that you would bring Song Qingyu with you!"
Liu Yi raised his eyebrows: "Miss Xu..."
"Brother," Song Qingyu interrupted Liu Yiyang softly, "Since Miss Xu doesn't welcome us, let's go back."
"Sister Xu, why do you have to do this?" Another voice sounded, soft and gentle, like the sound of ice and snow melting in spring when flowers bloom.
Song Qingyu's heart skipped a beat.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Lin Qinxue, who was wearing a white dress and walking towards her.
The sickly paleness faded away, and her face became extremely rosy, like a pretty flower about to bloom.
When she reached Song Qingyu, she finally stopped and said, "Sister Qingyu is my good friend. Just give me some face and don't chase her away, okay?"
Xu Yanhuan glanced at Song Qingyu and asked in confusion, "Qinxue, this woman took away the position of Madam Lu that should have belonged to you while you were away. Why are you still speaking for her?"
Lin Qinxue smiled slightly: "Sister Xu, you all misunderstood. Sister Qingyu is helping me take care of Brother Yanzhi. There is no such thing as snatching him away, right, Sister Qingyu?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at Lin Qinxue, who was smiling softly, and raised the corners of her lips slightly:
"Help you? Lu Yanzhi and I have been together for four years, but I have never heard him say that you are his girlfriend. Where did he say the word 'help'?"
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