Two and a half hours later, the plane landed at Heathrow International Airport in London.

Some soft feet really stepped on the ground, and Song Zhiyuan clearly realized that the distance between her and Zhou Qichuan had crossed the other side of the ocean.

Perhaps, they will never see each other again.

Song Zhiyuan is very sure that in the years to come, she will never meet the next Zhou Qichuan who is so good and loves her that he is willing to give up his life for her.

It was as if a piece of my heart had been stripped off and empty. It's like being punched hard, stuffy and astringent.

Star was right, she regretted it.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.

"Iris, are you alright?" Seeing her standing motionless in place, her face was not good-looking, Xia Xingluo instantly became nervous.

Song Zhiyuan smiled at her, "It's okay, maybe a little airsick." ”

With just one sentence, Xia Xingluo knew that she was lying.

When she was in college before, she went back and forth between Ji's family and Jinning, and she basically took a plane, how could she get motion sickness?

As if thinking of something, Xia Xingluo quietly glanced back when he followed Song Zhiyuan out.

At the end of the crowd, a man in a black trench coat with a cold body around him stood out among the hurried people.

Walking to the exit of the airport, while Song Zhiyuan was going to collect her luggage, she took out her mobile phone and edited a text message and sent it to Zhou Qichuan.

[Go back, I'll take care of the kite.] 】

The other side quickly replied, "Thank you. 】

……

After resting in the hotel for one night, Song Zhiyuan took Xia Xingluo to see the house.

She contacted online in advance, and the house is a two-bedroom apartment, with two bedrooms, one for rest, and one that can be converted into a study.

The house was renovated more than half a year ago, and the owner didn't plan to rent it out, but he happened to be traveling abroad, so he was worried that the flowers and plants on the balcony would not be taken care of.

It just so happens that Song Zhiyuan is a person who likes flowers and plants.

She took a look at the house, and the style of the house, whether it was the layout or lighting, was her favorite.

Even though she has seen the photos on the Internet, she is still a little unbelievable when she actually sees them.

This house is like it was made for her.

The owner of the house, a kind white woman, enthusiastically introduced them to the structure of the house and repeatedly told them not to forget the flowers on the balcony.

The rent is not high, but it needs to be paid for a year at a time, the deposit is paid for three months, and the owner can occasionally make a video call to check the property.

Song Zhiyuan could accept these, and signed the contract on the same day.

The landlord was also very happy, saying that the new appliances in the house were not given to friends, and she was given free of charge, and if it was broken, it was okay to make up for the new one.

The attitude was so enthusiastic, if it weren't for the complete formalities, Xia Xingluo would even wonder if this house was specially arranged by Zhou Qichuan.

There are still a few days before the start of school, and Song Zhiyuan took Xia Xingluo to wander around the major shopping malls and bought a lot of small things full of life.

Xia Xingluo also chose two cute villains and placed them on Song Zhiyuan's workbench, which was called a miniature version of them.

But what Song Zhiyuan thinks, the one in blue suspenders inside is a male character.

Even, it's a little like Zhou Qichuan in high school.

At that time, she had just entered junior high school, and when she went back to Ji's house for dinner on the weekend, she heard Zhang Jingyi and her husband holding a magazine praising Zhou Qichuan for his youthful achievements.

At that time, he was still a minor, and he had already won many well-known awards at home and abroad through excellent results.

She didn't know about the previous grievances at the time, only that her mother, who lived in a nursing home, hated the family.

Therefore, she naturally dislikes Zhou Qichuan, and feels that geniuses are sometimes not necessarily good people.

Thinking about it now, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel funny.

Her initial prejudice against Zhou Qichuan probably became deep-rooted from her mother's repeated complaints.

If she had tried to understand Zhou Qichuan earlier, she would have found that he was really good and good......

……

"Boss, my wife seems to like those sculptures." In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel's presidential suite, Zhuo Mu poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Zhou Qichuan.

From this location, you can just see the balcony of the apartment rented by Song Zhiyuan.

They don't dare to live too close.

Hearing this, a little warmth finally appeared on Zhou Qichuan's cold face, "It's good if she likes it." How did the new ones upstairs and downstairs feel? ”

"They are all international students from all over the world, with a clean foundation and basically no bad habits." Zhuo Mu said respectfully.

Zhou Qichuan's chin twitched slightly, thinking that Xia Xingluo would not stay long before returning to China, his eyes were slightly dark, "Before school starts, find a reliable person to be friends with the kite." ”

If it weren't for the fear that Song Zhiyuan would not want to see him, he would have wanted to stay in London.

He was afraid that the meeting would bring back her bad memories.

But completely losing news of her, he can't do it, he's going to go crazy.

Zhuo Mu nodded, indicating that he understood, "Boss, Yang Mingyu is calling, I want you to go back to Zhuoyuan, you see?" ”

He has been hiding behind the scenes before, and sometimes, he commands online, and the affairs of the group are handed over to Yang Mingyu.

But now that his true identity is known internationally, many in the New York business community have long been asking around.

If you don't show up all the time, it will inevitably make people speculate.

"Let him wait two more days." Zhou Qichuan put down the red wine glass, looked into the distance with heavy eyes, and took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and lit it.

Thinking of Song Zhiyuan's previous advice, Zhuo Mu whispered, "Mrs. said, let you smoke less." ”

When the words fell, he realized his name and hurriedly said, "Boss, it's me who is too talkative." ”

After calling the title of Mrs. for so long, he really couldn't change it for a while.

Zhou Qichuan lifted his eyes lightly and glanced at him, "It's okay, what you said is very good." ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Mu, who was already apprehensive, couldn't stand still, and began to reflect on whether to listen to his boss and sign up for a shift.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhou Qichuan pressing out the cigarette butt, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly sighed that Song Zhiyuan's words worked.

He hesitated for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "Boss, what about Yang Mingyu?" ”

"Let him fly over tomorrow."

……

I haven't studied for too long, and the professional knowledge that Song Zhiyuan has learned in University has been forgotten, and he plunged into the ocean of knowledge as soon as school started.

With a serious attitude and fluent spoken English, she was not excluded at school because of the difference in skin color.

On the contrary, I get along well with my classmates and tutors.

Xia Xingluo also returned to China after she got used to life here, and continued to run her spring breeze.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

While learning professional skills, Song Zhiyuan did not forget to understand the management style and methods of local companies and learn from them.

Only when she is busy does she have no time to think nonsense.

If it weren't for seeing Zhou Qichuan on the financial news, Song Zhiyuan even thought that they would not have crossed paths in the future.

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