Song Yanyu's God-like tone made Ye Lingxi very uncomfortable, and she said to Song Yanyu with a cold face: "This is my business, and it has nothing to do with you." As long as you don't stumble on me in secret, I think I'll have a good life in the next life!"

Seeing this, Song Yanyu shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Then I wish you to grow old with Lu Jingxing this time and be ......married forever."

"Neurotic!" Song Yanyu was too nervous, Ye Lingxi scolded coldly, ignored her directly, and walked back towards Xiao Mu's grandmother's ward.

After coming back from the hospital, I don't know why, Lu Jingxing always felt that Ye Lingxi had been a little absent-minded and unrelenting since he went out to buy fruit and came back.

However, Lu Jingxing was very considerate, since Ye Lingxi didn't take the initiative to say it, he didn't want to take the initiative to ask her.

Everyone has some secrets of their own, Ye Lingxi had it before, and Ye Lingxi can still have it now.

Originally, Lu Jingxing didn't want to ask, but after dinner, Ye Lingxi went to wash the dishes, and the water in the sink was almost full, and she had no intention of turning it off.

Seeing this, Lu Jingxing finally couldn't hold it back, stepped forward and turned off the faucet, and half-jokingly reminded: "It seems that I can't let you wash the dishes in the future, and if you wash it once, you will have to flood Jinshan once, this wooden floor is imported from abroad, and the price is too great if it is broken." ”

When Lu Jingxing said this, Ye Lingxi came back to his senses, and hurriedly put some water to hide his embarrassment and said, "I was just thinking about things, but I didn't expect the water to be full so quickly." ”

"Little fox, what are you thinking? It seems like you've been absent-minded in the hospital. Lu Jingxing gently hugged her from behind, leaned on her shoulder, and asked in a very gentle tone.

Hearing Lu Jingxing's question, Ye Lingxi didn't want to hide it from him, so he said honestly: "In the afternoon in the hospital, I ran into Song Yanyu. She seemed to have come to me specifically and said something inexplicable to me. ”

As soon as he heard Song Yanyu's name, Lu Jingxing's heartbeat was faster, his expression was a little solemn, but fortunately Ye Lingxi in his arms couldn't see it: "What did she tell you?"

"She seemed to know something, but she didn't want to tell me directly, saying something weird, I didn't know what she was trying to say. Ye Lingxi sighed, saying that he didn't know what Song Yanyu was talking about.

It seems that Song Yanyu still didn't say anything, Lu Jingxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and only reminded Ye Lingxi: "Song Yanyu doesn't recognize his six relatives, and he is ruthless, you stay away from her in the future, I'm afraid she will hurt you." ”

"I know, I'm going to get as far away from her as possible. Ye Lingxi agreed with a smile.

The weather has been very cold every day these days, and the wind blowing on the face while walking on the road can sometimes make people shiver.

The yellow leaves swirled in the wind, slowly drifted to the ground, and then were blown elsewhere by the next gust of wind, like homeless people.

I've been drifting for a long time.

When he saw these leaves, Meng Qingge's mind couldn't help but think of this poem.

Many times, Meng Qingge felt that she was no different from the fallen leaves in winter, and wherever the wind was blowing, she could only follow the wind, even if that direction was not where she wanted to go.

Entering her own café, the heating was fully turned on, and the temperature was instantly higher, Meng Qingge let out a long breath, and saw Qian Xi, the barista in the store, walking towards her.

"Sister Qingge, good morning!" Qian Xi was particularly sweet and warm when he laughed.

Hearing Qian Xi greet him, Meng Qingge also smiled and said, "This ghost weather, when I walked on the road, I thought I was about to be blown away by the wind." ”

"This winter is extremely cold, and it is said that it will snow, Sister Qingge, you have to pay attention to keeping warm. Qian Xi saw that Meng Qingge's coat was only wearing a thin sweater, and couldn't help reminding.

"Well, I will. Meng Qingge responded.

After chatting with Qian Xi for a few words, Meng Qingge prepared to go to the innermost office to see the recent performance of the store.

But before she could walk in, the door of the café was pushed open.

Meng Qingge and Qian Xi both thought that a guest was coming, but when they turned their heads, they saw a person dressed as a postman walking in.

"Is Miss Meng Qingge here? Here's a letter from her. The dusty postman stood in the doorway, waving the envelope in his hand.

Someone wrote a letter to himself?

Meng Qingge was full of doubts, stepped forward and said to the postman: "Hello, I am Meng Qingge, you can give me the letter." ”

"Okay, here's your letter. Seeing Meng Qingge coming up, the postman handed her the letter in his hand, and then left.

In this day and age, with such a developed mobile phone network, there are very few people who can send letters in such an old way.

Meng Qingge didn't know many people, she really couldn't think of why the other party would write to herself?

"Sister Love Song, which of your friends wrote a letter to you? In these years, mobile phones are so convenient, and some people still choose to send letters, which is really retro and emotional. Qian Xi also felt very curious, and leaned over to Meng Qingge and asked.

In addition to Meng Qingge's name and address, the envelope did not contain the sender's name and other information.

Thinking of the call he received from his father last time, Meng Qingge felt that this time the other party was afraid that the other party was not good.

Can't let too many people know about these things, Meng Qingge put the letter away, and said nonsense: "It's a friend of mine who has traveled abroad during this time, so he wrote me a postcard." He was afraid of losing it, so he deliberately packed an envelope. ”

"You friend, you are really cautious, writing postcards and envelopes. Qian Xi thought it was interesting and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Meng Qingge smiled awkwardly, and walked into the office with the letter.

After arriving in the office, Meng Qingge put the envelope on the table, she looked at the envelope on the table for a long time, but did not open it for the first time.

She had been through so much during this time, and although she was prepared for the worst, the bad news came one after another, which also caught her off guard......

Yes, although she didn't open the envelope, Meng Qingge's sixth sense told her that the contents of this envelope were definitely not a good thing!

It's just that it's useless to escape, and after thinking about it for a long time, Meng Qingge decided to pick up the letter and open it in one go.

The words on the envelope were printed, but inside the envelope was only a piece of ordinary composition paper, which looked like someone had torn it out of a notebook.

There was no writing on the composition paper, but a picture was breaded in the paper.

Seeing the content taken in the photo, Meng Qingge's whole person seemed to have encountered a thunderbolt from the sky, the whole person seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and the whole person couldn't move at all.

The photo shows Annan leaving from his house early in the morning, and the other party seems to be afraid that people will not know the time, so he specially marked it in the lower right corner of the photo.

After stiffening for a while, Meng Qingge's hand holding the photo began to tremble, and this trembling feeling made her feel angry inexplicably.

The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for many years seemed to explode in an instant, and Meng Qingge's hand holding the photo slammed on the table. It's just that she was too emotional, and she knocked down the water glass on the table without paying attention.

After the glass glass was poured, half a cup of water in it was poured out, wetting all the photos in Meng Qingsing.

Then the glass rolled off the table and fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

Qian Xi, who was outside, heard the movement in the office, and hurriedly rushed in and said, "Sister Qingge, what's going on?" I heard something fall. ”

The sound of the glass shattering woke up the emotional Meng Qingge, making her originally taut strings relax instantly.

Meng Qingge calmed down and explained with his back to Qian Xi: "It's okay, it's just that I accidentally smashed the cup on the table, I'll just sweep it myself away later." You go out and get busy first, and leave me alone. ”

Although Meng Qingge had her back to her, Qian Xi, who was standing at the door, could clearly feel that something was wrong with her whole mood.

Qian Xi noticed that the photos in Meng Qingge's singer were wet, but Meng Qingge didn't want her to ask, so she didn't speak again and obediently returned to the store.

The sound of Qian Xi closing the door came from the door, and after making sure that she was gone, Meng Qingge tore the wet photo with both hands!

In the end, Meng Qingge crumpled the paper-like dregs into a ball, and threw the torn envelope into the trash can at his feet without hesitation.

The world is ridiculous!

Obviously, she has never owed anyone, but these people can come to her arrogantly to ask for debts!

It's just a pity that she, Meng Qingge, has never been a person at the mercy of fate, even if she will get retribution in the end, it will never be judged by them......

When he saw the postman leave the café after delivering the letter, Zhu Jian, who was sitting in the car, called Lin Zifeng: "President, the photo has already been given to Meng Qingge, and this time it is estimated that she has seen it." But there's no movement in the café, so I wonder how she will react when she sees the photo?"

"It's okay, it's not going to be calm anyway. Lin Zifeng said clearly: "We have everything ready, just wait for the east wind to be together, and we can close the net." ”

"The subordinates understand. Zhu Jian responded, then hung up the phone and drove away from the café.

Since receiving the photo that day, Meng Qingge's people have been a little confused, and they have been thinking about who sent this photo to her?

Thinking about it, Meng Qingge only thought of the possibility of his father.

Because who else would do such a thing but him?

Just when Meng Qingge was thinking about it, the mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang again.

Looking at the displayed number, Meng Qingge's brows couldn't help frowning, but she still quickly connected the phone: "Didn't Qian Annan already give it to you? Why did you still call me? You don't think Annan gave you too little money, so you want to pester me again, right? I advise you not to be too greedy!"