Huang Ligong and Ling Yuanruo were separated at New York's JFK International Airport. Cao'er flew to Beijing, and Huang Ligong flew to London.

Arrived at London Heathrow International Airport, it was around 12 noon local time. Huang Ligong dragged the suitcase, walked to the exit, and saw Xu Qianqian at a glance. She was wearing a black dress and a short coat, and her clothes were very decently cut, and she just smiled slightly when she saw Huang Ligong. Next to her stood a young Chinese man, who looked slightly older than her, cream white trousers, light blue shirt, long pointed collar and a dark blue jacket. He took the initiative to step forward, shook hands with Huang Ligong, and welcomed him to London. Speech and demeanor, quite a gentleman.

"This is Harry, a senior partner at Huiquan Investment." Xu Qianqian said. Harry and Xu Qianqian are British alumni, and Xu Qianqian graduated in his second year at the school. Originally from Taiwan, Harry and the two have crossed paths, often meeting at business events in the alumni association and the Chinese American community. Xu Qianqian became a partner of Huiquan Investment on the recommendation of Harry, who was interested in her work experience in the mainland and her background in the family business. Headquartered in Shanghai and with a branch in London, the team led by Xu Qianqian focuses on China business and helps Chinese companies achieve industrial transformation and upgrading through overseas industrial mergers and acquisitions (Chi

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Harry drove, Xu Qianqian sat in the passenger seat, and Huang Ligong sat in the back seat. Xu Qianqian looked at her watch, turned her head to Huang Ligong and said, "Mr. Huang, you go to the hotel to rest for a while." Let's go for afternoon tea. Dinner is arranged at your hotel. "The tone is professional and capable, and the expression is also professional and capable. Huang Ligong felt a faint sense of loss in his heart, and he was not the Xu Qianqian he was familiar with at all.

Ling Yuanruo picked up his luggage, left the conveyor belt, went through immigration procedures, and followed the flow of people towards this familiar and unfamiliar homeland.

When I walked out of the door of the station, I saw a dense crowd of people picking up the airport, and there were many signs. She saw her sign at a glance, the person who wrote it was meticulous, her name written on a thin wooden board with a thick pen, the indigo color of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, like a lonely and conspicuous flag in the cookie-cutter A4 paper and print. The man holding the sign, with ordinary clothes and an ordinary expression, stood calmly, looking ahead, his hands were firm, and the sign did not move a bit. This stranger evoked for a moment the familiarity that swirled in her heart. The fine beat of the drum gradually rose from the silence, becoming more and more violent, reverberating in the chest.

Liu Ruiyang moved his gaze slowly, looking at the crowd leaving the station. He shifted his gaze back to a man on the side of the exit door. The girl stood still, staring ahead. The people out of the station dragged suitcases, dragging tired or excited figures, hurried in front of her, endlessly, like a slideshow playing quickly. The girl's face was flashing, and her proud eyebrows were always staring at this side. Liu Ruiyang's heart was grabbed and he was almost out of breath. She was staring at me. Their eyes met, and the girl suddenly smiled, and the smile climbed to her eyes like a bird in flight. Liu Ruiyang was dizzy, and his hand holding the sign trembled slightly. She...... How is she? It's her...... In his dizziness, he still stared at her.

She walked over, and her usual pace was soon in front of him. Her hand let go of the trolley case and smiled.

"Ling Yuanruo."

"Liu Ruiyang."

The two didn't speak, they were looking at each other.

"You wrote it?" Ling Yuanruo raised his eyes and looked at his name on the board. Liu Ruiyang heard a secret joy, held his breath, and nodded. It's her. He was so sure that he was dizzy like an undercurrent under calm water, tearing at a lonely boat, and his body went limp, and he almost fell. Ling Yuanruo stretched out his hand to hug him, his hand wrapped around her waist, hesitated for a moment, and hugged her tightly.

"Cao'er ......," Liu Ruiyang muttered her name. It's like in a dream.