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Within half a minute of the text message, Song Qingchun received a call from Cheng Qingliang.

Song Qingchun stared at the three words "Cheng Qingliang" on the caller ID for about half a minute, before swiping the screen and putting the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Miss Song." Cheng Qingli on the phone asked well, but she didn't give her a chance to speak, so she apologized to her first: "I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

"Hmm...... It's okay......" Song Qingchun paused and asked, "Miss Cheng, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

Cheng Qinglian: "That's the case, Miss Song, I suddenly couldn't contact Mr. Su ten days ago, and there are many things waiting for him to make a decision on the company's side, so I can only take the liberty of coming to you to ask and see if you know where Mr. Su is now?" ”

It turned out that Miss Cheng called her to find Su Zhinian...... It's just that he has no contact with her at all now, so how can she know where he is?

Song Qingchun leaned on the head of the bed, staring at the TV set that was on in front of her, the corners of her eyes were a little dry, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva before saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Cheng, I don't know his whereabouts." ”

"It turns out that Miss Song, you don't know where Mr. Su is......" Cheng Qinglian's voice was slightly disappointed, she seemed to be hesitating about something, and after a while, she opened her mouth again: "Miss Song, I don't know if I can trouble you?" ”

"You say ......"

"Many people on my side have contacted Mr. Su, but he hasn't answered any of them...... So, can you please give Mr. Su a call and ask where he is? ”

Call Su Zhinian, I'm afraid that in this world, she is the least qualified to call him, right?

Song Qingchun subconsciously clenched his mobile phone and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Cheng Qingliang seemed to notice her embarrassment, and was quiet for a long time before asking, "Miss Song, is it inconvenient?" ”

"Well, I'm abroad, so it's really a bit inconvenient." Song Qingchun blinked his eyes and suppressed the soreness in his eyes: "I still have something, if you don't have anything else, I'll hang up first, goodbye." ”

After Song Qingchun finished speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Song Qingchun turned off the machine, closed his eyes, and lost the slightest sleepiness.

She didn't know what was going on in her mind, so she lay in a daze, and in the middle of the night, there was thunder outside the window, and it rained heavily, and it wasn't until early in the morning that she fell asleep in a blur.

When I woke up again, it was noon.

After the rain in Tokyo, the sky was exceptionally blue, Song Qingchun first had lunch in the hotel's cafeteria, then returned to the room, dressed up carefully, and took his wallet out of the hotel.

Song Qingchun came to Japan purely as he said, and he didn't do any strategies in advance at all, so he went wherever he wanted and played wherever he wanted.

As she passed through a square, she saw a group of people gathered around a large canvas painting oils.

She studied art but was not proficient, but she still paid for it and played with everyone.

Song Qingchun has always felt that his trip to treat emotional injuries is already full of stories, making friends, being confessed, picking up wallets, and dancing square dances...... But she didn't expect that on the second day of her visit to Tokyo, she also staged a scene of being robbed of her bag on the street.