The phone hung up, Song Qingyu looked at the calendar next to the bed and muttered: "Go home for the New Year...... I should bring some gifts with you. ”

Song Qingyu changed her clothes and made a phone call to Song Chang.

"Uncle Chang."

Song Chang was running errands outside, and as soon as the bell rang, he picked it up: "What's wrong, Miss?" ”

Song Qingyu said: "How is Song Shi doing over there. ”

Song Chang said: "It's already on the set, and now he has put all his valuable projects on Lime, and as soon as we close the net, Song Shi will have nothing." ”

Song Qingyu thought for a while and said, "Collect the Internet." ”

"Now?" Song Chang was puzzled: "Didn't you say before that the year would be after the year?" ”

Song Qingyu said lightly: "It's almost the New Year, the Song family always has to be restless, this year can make them unforgettable." ”

Song Shi and Song Wei have no shares in the Song family, and Song Chen's mother who was a secretary helped him plan it, Song Shi and Song Wei's mother are authentic rural people, and they are not good at deceitful in wealthy families.

So in Song Shi, Song Qingyu fell from the position of president as long as he was untrustworthy in Song.

Once all the projects under Song Shi's hands went wrong, Song Shi was left with only two options.

The first is to embezzle the Song family's public funds behind Song Yuan's back to fill the gap in funds, so as to maintain his position in the Song family. Second, he can only step down.

No matter which one he chooses, the Song family will not have a good year.

Song Chen's limbs are developed and his mind is simple, and it is easy to deal with him, but Song Shi is different, it took Song Qingyu three years to achieve this step.

Song Qingyu exhaled slowly, her eyes locked on the photo frame at the head of the bed.

It was a photograph that had been cut into pieces, carefully dipped in glue little by little by the owner, and was old and yellowed.

She stretched out her hand, her fingertips gently touched the edge of the photo frame, the tip of her nose was sour, the corners of her eyes were a little wet, Song Qingyu raised her head, and did not let the tears fall.

This is the only photo left by her mother, but it was cut into pieces by Song Wei, along with her hair.

WeChat dingdong, Song Qingyu glanced at it, it was Bai Yan's message urging him to go quickly.

Song Qingyu picked up the pearl bag and walked out.

Fu Wenzhou was holding Congee Congee and was booking tomorrow's surgery on his mobile phone, and after hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and saw Song Qingyu walking to the door and changing his shoes.

He frowned: "Where are you going?" ”

Song Qingyu put on a white down jacket, and the whole face was very small: "A friend's house is eating." ”

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows: "Yan seconds? ”

Song Qingyu shook her head: "No, you don't know." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows twisted deeper, there were still people around her who she didn't know?

Seeing that someone pushed the door open, Fu Wenzhou's eyes sank, and he stepped forward in three or two steps and grabbed her wrist: "I want to be with you." ”

Song Qingyu glanced back at the big palm on his wrist: "You want to come with me when I go to a friend's house?" ”

"Yes." Fu Wenzhou said in a natural tone: "I will be with you wherever you go, and it has nothing to do with what you do." ”

Song Qingyu pondered for a while, and looked at him with watery eyes: "Fu Wenzhou, do you have nothing to do?" Even if we're together now, we should give each other a little space, I don't like to be stared at everything, I hope you can understand and respect me. And I have a lot of things to do every day, and I can't get tired of being with you all the time, you know? ”

Fu Wenzhou's face fell, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he slowly let go of his hand for a while.

Song Qingyu raised her hand and pulled up the man's collar, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, "Reward." ”

Fu Wenzhou grinded his back molars, pinched her cheeks with his backhand when she left, and kissed her heavily on the lips that always couldn't say anything good, until he let go of the other party's kiss.

"Song Qingyu, don't come back too late."

Song Qingyu gasped lightly, her eyes shining like water, "Got it." ”

It was freezing outside, Song Qingyu wrapped the down jacket very tightly, Song Chang came back just at the right time, and when he saw her come out, he hurriedly greeted her: "Miss, get in the car." ”

The Bai family lives in the suburbs, relatively close to Prison No. 12, and a little far from the city.

There was a traffic jam at this point, and it began to snow again, so Song Chang drove for more than an hour to arrive.

From a distance, I saw a person standing at the door of Bai's house, standing straight against the wind and snow.

When the car drove over, he made a slight movement and walked in the direction of the car with an umbrella.

Song Qingyu got out of the car, the white down on her body and the snow melted together, as if in the smoke and fog, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her face was like Chaohua, but there was a trace of blood between her skin, which looked pale and abnormal.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, a black umbrella was held above her head, accompanied by a low and deep voice.

"Green grapefruit, long time no see."

Song Qingyu raised her eyes lightly, and when she saw her face clearly, a smile appeared in her eyes: "When did Brother Li come back?" ”

"The day before yesterday." Bai Li said.

Song Qingyu was surprised for a moment: "Then why didn't you come to me?" ”

Bai Li was silent for a moment: "I found it, I met another man at the door of your house, and he said that you moved." ”

Song Qingyu: "......"

She pursed her lips and walked in side by side with Bai Li, "He's joking, you should contact me directly." ”

"Dad said you would come over today, so he didn't bother you." Bai Li paused and asked, "Who is he?" ”

Song Qingyu stepped into the house, the heating swept all over her body, and the temperature outside was completely two, she dusted off the wind and snow on her pants, and said:

"My boyfriend."

Bai Li paused abruptly following behind, "Didn't you divorce Fu Tingshen?" ”

Song Qingyu took off her down jacket and hung it on the shelf: "His name is Fu Wenzhou, he is Fu Tingshen's nephew, and we have been together for a while." ”

"Nephew?" Bai Li's brows furrowed even deeper, and his expression was dark, "Are you with your ex-husband's nephew?" ”

Song Qingyu's eyes moved slightly, Bai Li is a soldier with strong roots, he grew up in the army since he was a child, and his thinking is rigid and stubborn, in his eyes, it is very ridiculous to estimate that he and his ex-husband's nephew have become boyfriend and girlfriend.

However, she didn't want to explain this matter specifically, so she simply bypassed the topic: "What about Uncle Bai?" ”

Bai Li frowned: "In the kitchen." ”

Song Qingyu nodded: "Then I'll go to the kitchen and take a look." ”

Bai Li grabbed her: "The smoke is big, don't go in." ”

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes and looked at the hand holding her wrist, and a strange feeling rose in her heart, it was strange that Fu Wenzhou grabbed her hand like this, and she had no resistance.

Song Qingyu broke free silently, "When will Brother Li take office?" ”

Bai Li looked at her avoiding herself, and her expression darkened: "After the year, I will go when my father is transferred to the book." ”

After a pause, he gestured in the air again: "You were only fourteen in the year I left, but I didn't expect you to grow so big in a blink of an eye." ”

Song Qingyu smiled: "After all, ten years have passed. ”

Bai Li's eyes were very deep, like a deep pool, and his gaze was firmly locked on Song Qingyu's face.

The girl's smile is still as moving as it was back then.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a laughing voice.