Song Qingyu frowned.
She didn't order room service.
Could it be...
Her heart began to pound, and she hurried to the door.
When she opened the door and saw that it was Alma, the smile on her face froze.
Seeing this, Alma said unhappily, "Why, are you unhappy seeing me?"
"No." Song Qingyu pursed her lips and looked at the corridor again. After making sure that there was no one, she let Alma into the room.
Seeing her cautious look, Alma couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Don't worry, no one is following me. If Gu Hanxing hadn't told me that you lived here, I really wouldn't have been able to find you. The place you live is really secretive."
When Gu Hanxing was mentioned, Song Qingyu's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Alma hesitantly, wanting to say something, and finally pursed her lips.
Seeing this, Alma laughed. "If you want to know about Gu's situation, just tell me directly. Why are you hesitating so much? I find you Chinese people really interesting. You're clearly in love, but you have to be so reserved... Isn't that interesting?"
Song Qingyu's face flushed red: "Ms. Alma, Gu Hanxing and I..."
Alma waved her hand and interrupted Song Qingyu: "Ah, I'm not interested in the complicated feelings between you two. I came here this time with a mission."
Song Qingyu was surprised: "What mission?"
Alma took out an invitation and said, "Gu Hanxing asked me to take you to this event. He said this event is very important to you."
Song Qingyu picked up the invitation and was stunned.
This invitation letter is the invitation letter for the cultural relics exchange activity between China and Country E.
Where did Gu Hanxing get it?
Alma sighed deeply. "Although I don't understand the way you Chinese express your emotions, I take back what I said last time."
Song Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at Alma in confusion.
"I said I still had a chance, but now it seems I have no chance at all." Alma sighed again, but it was only a moment later. She smiled and patted Song Qingyu's shoulder and said, "Don't be sad for me. The thing that this world has the most is men. I'm so rich, why would I worry about not finding a man?"
Although she said it casually, Song Qingyu did not miss the disappointment that flashed across her eyes.
Song Qingyu moved her lips, but couldn't find the right words to comfort Alma for a long time, so she finally gave up.
"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow!" Alma raised her voice, as if to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the room.
Song Qingyu nodded and walked Alma to the door.
Seeing Alma about to leave the room, Song Qingyu finally spoke: "Alma."
Alma turned around and asked, "Anything else?"
"That Lu Ang, he already has a wife..."
"I know," Alma said with a smile, "Lu Yanzhi is his son, right? I'm not some naive person, so don't worry about me."
Song Qingyu was finally relieved, and she smiled at Alma.
Alma smiled back.
The smiles of the two people met under the warm light.
In this foreign country, Song Qingyu finally found a little comfort.
After sending Alma away, her eyes fixed on the invitation on the table.
After a long time, she finally looked away and looked out the window.
I don't know when the moon came up, and it fell right in front of the window. It was round like a jade plate.
…
The other side.
After following Gu Hanxing around the streets of Country F for several circles, Lu Yanzhi finally realized that he had been fooled.
Looking at the Bentley parked not far away, he suddenly opened the car door, rushed to the Bentley, and smashed the car window with a bang.
Gu Hanxing, who was sitting in the car, gently brushed off the glass that fell on his shoulder and his eyes fell on Lu Yanzhi's bloody fist.
"Mr. Lu, we meet again."
Lu Yanzhi grabbed Gu Hanxing by the collar: "Gu Hanxing! Where is Song Qingyu?!"
Gu Hanxing looked at Lu Yanzhi calmly: "I don't know!"
"Gu Hanxing!"
Lu Yanzhi's voice sounded lonely and painful under the empty night sky.
"As long as you tell me Song Qingyu's whereabouts, I can give you what you want most."
"Do you know what I want?" A faint smile appeared on Gu Hanxing's lips.
Lu Yanzhi's eyes stern, and his gaze suddenly turned scarlet.
The hand that was pinching Gu Hanxing's collar tightened even more.
The veins on his arms throbbed.
"I advise you to give up this idea now."
He said this almost through gritted teeth.
Gu Hanxing still had a faint smile on his face: "You should know better than me that some thoughts, once they arise, are impossible to dispel. Otherwise, you would have let them go long ago."
Lu Yanzhi's expression suddenly changed, and the strength in his hands loosened a little.
Gu Hanxing pulled back his collar and smiled faintly: "Boss Lu, I also want to thank you!"
After that, he said to Song Feng in the front row: "Drive."
Without any hesitation, Song Feng stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out.
Lu Yanzhi stood there, like a sculpture.
After a while, he finally reacted. Looking at the Bentley going away, a feeling of powerlessness came over him.
But soon, his eyes became sharp again.
Song Qingyu will eventually return to him.
Even though he told himself this over and over again, somewhere deep down inside him, something was collapsing at a rapid speed.
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