Xia Ziqing was also very refreshing: "Okay! ”

The two sat by the West Lake. It's not about eating, it's about talking. Xia Ziqing didn't look like he was on business, but looked at the West Lake very leisurely: "The most beautiful April day in the world, Hangzhou is really a good place." ”

Li Xuanwen didn't smile, and his tone was inquiring: "But why did you, a Hangzhou person, go to Guangdong?"

"Because of that!" Xia Ziqing said.

"When I saw you this time, I felt that you were completely different from the last time. Li Xuanwen said bluntly.

Xia Ziqing straightened up: "Is it?

"There seems to be a strand of body up and down. Festivity. Li Xuanwen found the right word to describe it, yes, it is joy.

What can a young man be happy about? It's not his career or his feelings. When he returned to Hangzhou after a successful career, he was not so happy.

It seems that Xia Ziqing has found his other half.

Xia Ziqing raised his hand and took a sip of the newly produced Longjing: "Xuanwen, I admire your eyesight. Really unique! From doing business to people, they are very strong. ”

"Then you don't plan to share it and let everyone have some joy together?" Li Xuanwen seemed to be particularly interested in him.

Xia Ziqing smiled in his eyes and said slowly: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm married." ”

"That's a great way to congratulate. Li Xuanwen was not surprised, "You are so uninteresting, and you don't invite your classmates to congratulate you when you get married." ”

Xia Ziqing remembered the scene of talking to Wang Xueyan last night.

The topic was brought up by him first, and he asked her: "Xue Yan, if I inadvertently mentioned you when I met Li Xuanwen, how should I answer?"

During this time, because of Cheng Anqi and He Haiyang's troubles, Xia Ziqing specially wrote an article to the effect that he would rather offend a real villain than a hypocrite.

Because hypocrites act recklessly, and they are more terrible than real villains. And you don't know when or what point will offend the other party. Thus exposing the horror of moral kidnapping.

The depth of this article has stimulated the situation that many people have encountered, and there are a lot of messages in the background.

He never retweeted his article in the group of his classmates, but this one he not only forwarded, but also invited everyone to comment.

He was defending Wang Xueyan in his own way.

Therefore, when he asked this, Wang Xueyan felt that he was asking too much, how to answer, didn't he already know it in his heart?

She stopped what she was doing: she was shopping for baby products, and said with a slight smile: "Wouldn't it be nice to answer in your way?"

"He's said he's looking for you. Xia Ziqing said, "I would love to see what his expression would be if I told him that you were in Shenzhen." ”

"I'm sure you won't do that. Wang Xueyan tilted his head to look at him, "However, if you really do that, I won't blame you." ”

So, he told Li Xuanwen that he was married, but he left a piece of suspense: "My wife doesn't like publicity, and she has a child, and she can't stand the toss." ”

Li Xuanwen sat up straight: "I didn't expect you to marry your son." It seems that the other party must be very good. ”

Xia Ziqing stared into his eyes: "It's really very good, it's the goddess I've dreamed of for many years." ”

Li Xuanwen's heart trembled inexplicably: he has dreamed of a goddess for many years.

Isn't Wang Xueyan also like this?

He didn't ask any further, but came with a vague politeness: "I wish you happiness." ”

Xia Ziqing didn't answer, and glanced at him meaningfully.

The meal suddenly became a little awkward, and Li Xuanwen asked, "It seems that you have not been in Hangzhou for a while." How's your branch office being renovated?"

Xia Ziqing did not hide his whereabouts at all: "Well, I went to Shenzhen a while ago. The decoration is almost over, and the speed and quality of one grid are quite satisfactory. ”

The ghost made a god, Li Xuanwen said: "Xue Yan and I will not get married." ”

Xia Ziqing was not surprised, but he was surprised: "Have you been in contact with Xue Yan recently? I mean, isn't she the chief designer of your company's decoration?"

"Hehe!" Xia Ziqing smiled a little strangely, "She hasn't been to the construction site for a long time." ”

He's telling the truth, there's nothing wrong with that!

"Oh, yes? It seems that you haven't been in touch either?" Li Xuanwen pretended to be an understatement.

Xia Ziqing chose to tell the truth: "If you want me to help you find her, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." ”

Isn't this the truth? This is too much of a big truth, okay? Of course, I won't help you find Wang Xueyan.

He doesn't have the heart of a villain, Wang Xueyan is right, he has already made a plan, he will hide her whereabouts to death.

Li Xuanwen couldn't find Wang Xueyan when he heard what he said, but why did he hear it so awkwardly?

He asked, "Do you remember Li Mingze?"

Xia Ziqing didn't expect him to change his words so quickly: "Of course." ”

"What would you think if he was alive and there for us, but forgot about us?"

"Are you talking about smelling a painting?" Xia Ziqing asked rhetorically according to his meaning.

How smart Li Xuanwen was: "Xue Yan told you?"

"No, she asked me to check it. Xia Ziqing told the truth again, let him be surprised!

Li Xuanwen was really surprised: "How did you find it?" He didn't believe it, he definitely didn't believe it.

When he told Wang Xueyan, she definitely knew the look for the first time.

Xia Ziqing nodded firmly: "Yes, I asked someone to check Li Mingze's death record, and there is a person's signature on it: it is Hua Churong." That is, the mother who smells a painting. ”

Li Xuanwen suddenly stood up his hairs, feeling that the man in front of him was a little scary. Xue Yan trusted him so much and let him do these things.

And he was still in the dark, thinking that he was the first to know this fact.

No wonder Wang Xueyan happily agreed to himself to protect the identity of Wen Yihua with him, The more I thought about it, the more it tasted, and the meal in front of me became like chewing wax. He didn't dare to imagine what Wang Xueyan and Xia Ziqing would think when they learned the facts, it was certain that their opinions were the same.

On the shore of Xizi Lake, there are crowds of tourists, and his mood is like a traffic flow: blocked.

When he returned to the office, he still couldn't think of a solution, so he had to call Li Hong, and said to his father like he wanted to get a book when he was a child: "Dad, can you call Aunt Song? ”

Li Hong couldn't believe what his son said: Wang Xueyan left Hangzhou with his old mother, deliberately staying away from their world.

Although he hesitated, he still chose to give it a try and began to call Song Yizhen's phone: turn off the phone.

He sent another text message, expecting her to see it when she turned it on, but in fact he was doubting: Is she still using this phone number?

Night was slowly falling, and Li Xuanwen had not left the office yet.

His tall back is still majestic when he stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, and the prosperous Hangzhou has ushered in a noisy nightlife. It's just that his heart is so desolate.

The sense of steadiness that I could have controlled the situation is being lost bit by bit, and there is a feeling that I will never come back.

Smell the picture, do you know where she is?

He dragged his cheeks with one hand, hugged with the other, and his slender fingers loosened back and forth on his chin, and after a long time, he made up his mind to turn on the phone: "Hey, is it Mr. Wen?"

Unexpectedly, the other party did not hear the voice he expected to hear, but a beautiful mezzo-soprano: "Hello, Mr. Wen is not here now, may I ask who you are?"

He was stunned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm his assistant Yan Yu, are you?" Yan Yu's polite voice made Li Xuanwen a little surprised, she was just an assistant, how could she answer a personal call from Wen Yihua? Is there anything between them?

Yan Yu usually never answers a call from Wen Yihua, but today is a bit special, because Cheng Anqi is here!

It was another overtime day, Wen Yihua went downstairs temporarily, left his mobile phone in the office, and staggered it properly with Cheng Anqi. Just as the phone rang, Yan Yu deliberately took his phone and picked it up.

Cheng Anqi will naturally be as puzzled as Li Xuanwen: how can she?

"Okay, when Mr. Wen comes back, I will notify him to call you back as soon as possible!" Yan Yu's words were not critical, and his answer was not leaky. Cheng Anqi frowned and asked, "Why do you want to answer the phone call?"

Yan Yu held this brand-new Huawei in his hand, looked at it deliberately, and asked rhetorically: "Miss Cheng, why are you here again?" Actually, it's not good for you to come here, if I were you, I would never come again. ”

She looked at Cheng Anqi's feet: and put on a plaster!!

Oh, do you need a cast as well????

Cheng Anqi came uninvited, sat on the sofa as she should, and stretched her plaster leg straight: "I'm here to ask Mr. Wen for reimbursement of medical expenses and compensation." ”

"What?" Even the calm Yan Yu felt a little nonsensical, in order to be able to see and hear a painting, Cheng Anqi really took great pains.

Cheng Anqi ignored her, and sat there by herself, she had already inquired, and she would work overtime tonight.

Yan Yu looked at her helplessly, and secretly said in her heart: Hopeless!

Compared to her, smelling a painting is medicine.

When the pill walked to the office, Yan Yu smiled lightly, stepped forward to hold his hand, and his voice was no longer professional, but sweet and gentle: "Yihua, there was a call coming in just now, I answered it for you, you remember to give him back." ”

Wen Yihua was startled by her movements, and his body stiffened, but he soon saw Cheng Anqi sitting next to him. He quickly adjusted his expression, and said very relaxedly, "Where's the phone, help me get it." ”

When an incredible scene happened in front of him, Cheng Anqi stood up stiffly and watched Yan Yu take the phone for him.

Wen Yihua looked at her calmly: "Anqi, you should have a good rest at home." ”

Her eyes were full of hatred: "If I were at home, I wouldn't have seen this good show." Smell a painting, you'd rather be with a working girl than look at me?"

She deliberately belittled Yan Yu and used this to vent her saddest feelings.

Yan Yu's cold words almost drove her crazy: "When you were with Mr. Zhang, did you consider Mr. Wen's feelings?"