That night, Song Yan was holding a laptop in his room to browse through documents. He read dozens of pages of documents for more than two hours and only read the first few pages. In the evening, Xia Lin and the American were in the right way The picture kept flashing in his mind, and it disturbed him that he couldn't concentrate on work at all.
Not long after, the assistant knocked on the door to come in and reported to Song Yanhui: "Boss, I followed the young man named Liang Jinhui and watched him go to the bar to drink boring wine alone, so I went over and talked to him."
"What did he say? ?
This afternoon he happened to be also the cafeteria, just like summer sit two little dinner together. he said that the Americans named Gavin, F is a large double master, they do academic exchanges during the day time, Gavin has been staring summer The Second Young Master didn't let it go, and afterwards he rushed to the hotel to confess to Xia Second Young Master."
Song Yan paused while holding the mouse's hand, and his voice was dumb: "Xia Lin... agreed?"
"I can't tell," Assistant "Listening to Liang Jinhui's meaning, it seems that Xia Ershao did not agree at first, but did not refuse completely. He seemed to appreciate Gavin during the conversation. After all, both of them are double masters and are of equal strength. Very common topic. After the two chatted, Gavin asked Xia Ershao to go out. Before Xia Ershao left, he told Liang Jinhui not to wait for him], it seemed that he was going to spend the night outside. Meaning..." The
assistant stopped here suddenly. He realized that his boss seemed to be infatuated with Xia Lin, and he was too blunt about what he said just now, and he was afraid that he would make the boss sad.
Song Yan lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadows, his hand trembling slightly, and the joints began to turn white, as if he was about to crush the mouse.
Over the years, he told himself over and over again to let Xia Lin be free and let Xia Lin find his home. But when things really arrived, he realized that he had overestimated his ability to bear.
"Okay, you can go out." After a while, Song Yan spit out these words in a suppressed voice.
The assistant glanced at him uneasy: "Boss, are you okay?"
Song Yan shook his head slowly.
The assistant said again: "I live in the next room. If you feel uncomfortable, you must remember to call me."
Song Yan didn't speak any more, so the assistant eased his feet and stepped out.
Not long after he returned to his room, he heard a few "cang-dang" muffled noises from the next room
. Every room in this hotel is covered with thick carpets. If it weren't for the noise, the people living next door People will not hear this kind of sound.
The assistant realized something, and was suddenly full of spirits. He rushed to the door of Song Yan, knocked on the door and said, "Boss, what happened?"
There was no sound from the room for a long time.
The assistant knocked on the door for a while, only to remember that Song Yan's legs were inconvenient, so he went back to the room and took the spare room card he had prepared beforehand, and finally opened the door and rushed in.
I saw a mess in the room, almost everything that could be thrown was thrown to the ground, and even the laptop was roughly folded in half.
Song Yan leaned forward and sat in the wheelchair, with one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, his palm was cut open by an unknown sharp object, and he was bleeding continuously; the sweaty hair fell down and covered it. With most of his face, his tight back was still undulating slightly, and the heavy gasp sounded like it was not enough.
The assistant looked terrified, and quickly took out the medicine box he was carrying with him and bandaged Song Yan's wound.
Song Yan slowly raised his head, leaned back on the back of the chair, his pupils were out of focus for a moment, and then he slowly recovered. He raised his other hand to cover his eyes, and let out a low, husky laugh,
"I am so What is the meaning of being alive..." He muttered to himself in a hollow voice, "If it wasn't for the promise..." The
assistant didn't quite understand what he meant by "promise", but he didn't dare to ask.
At this moment, Song Yan's mobile phone on the pillow rang abruptly.
The assistant took it over and looked at the telegraph, and cautiously asked for instructions: "Boss, it's Song Huai-yin."
Song Yanzheng was angry and didn't let it go, but the other party hit him by himself. He grabbed the phone in angrily and threw it away.
The phone bounced on the carpet a few times, and it still rang reluctantly. The assistant didn't dare to pick it up, so he could only look at Song Yeon eagerly.
After the phone rang for a while, it finally stopped for a moment. But after a few seconds, it rang out with perseverance.
Song Yan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. If it weren't for Song Huaiyun to treat Xia Lin in the future, he really didn't want to hear the other party's voice for a moment.
After a while, he finally let out a compromising sigh: "Help me pick up the phone." The
assistant knew that his sulking anger had passed, he sighed in relief, and quickly picked up the phone and handed it to Song Yan.
He knew that Song Yan and this mysterious figure named Song Huai-yin had to dismiss others every time he talked, so he consciously said: "Boss, I'm going out first, and you will call me when you finish talking. I will let the waiter come in and clean the room."