President, stay safe

However, Gu Chen didn't care about these things, he just knelt in front of the mourning hall, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking at all.

And Uncle Zhou, holding his collar directly, gave Gu Chen a punch in the eyes of everyone caught off guard.

Qin Yun could clearly see this punch, and Uncle Zhou didn't show mercy.

And Gu Chen probably fainted because he was too tired.

Then, Uncle Zhou directly called someone to carry Gu Chen back to his room.

Then, he walked up to Qin Yun, looked down at her and said, "Little girl, do you like that kid?"

Qin Yun didn't expect Uncle Zhou to ask her this question suddenly, he was caught off guard for a while, and didn't know how to respond.

But Uncle Zhou shook his head as he looked at Qin Yun's momentary confusion.

"Forget it, please help him survive this time." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

And Qin Yun looked at Uncle Zhou's originally strong back, after these few days, he also lost a lot of weight.

She remembered that when Uncle Zhou saw Gu's mother, there was a simple and honest smile in his eyes, and he dared not show his affection in front of others.

Seeing Uncle Zhou now, she realized that there was a feeling that could be buried silently in her heart for a lifetime.

Even if you are sad, you can only hide behind your back and cry quietly, and you cannot show it in front of others.

It's like how he has kept his feelings for her for so many years in the bottom of his heart, not daring to show them to others.

Because of this matter, Gu Chen and Qin Yun stayed in Z City for half a month. After returning, Qin Yun was still Qin Yun, but Gu Chen made Qin Yun feel that he was no longer the old Gu Chen.

As for what was wrong, she couldn't tell, she only knew that the Gu Chen in front of her was no longer the one who would show his decadence and show his weaknesses without fear.

As soon as he came back from City Z, Mu Hantang called her to ask her to meet, as if he had installed a monitor on her body.

She had just entered the house, and his call arrived shortly thereafter.

So at this moment, the two of them are sitting in the western restaurant downstairs of her house, she is exhausted, and he is radiant.

He didn't seem to see anything wrong with Qin Yun, but he still asked her with a smile like half a month ago, "Did you miss me?"

"Aren't you in Italy? Why are you back?" Qin Yun asked absent-mindedly, rubbing the throbbing eyebrows between his eyebrows.

"Of course I'll be back when the business in Italy is over," he replied.

"I thought you would stay for at least a year or so." She said lightly, perhaps because of what happened five years ago, she didn't have the slightest impression of Italy.

Mention this city, is a look of indifference.

How could Mu Hantang not be able to see it? It's just that you don't need to mention these things. You can talk about anything between the two, except that the various things between the two of them five years ago are scars that they don't want to uncover.

"Xiaoyun, have you considered resigning?" He suddenly asked casually.

But Qin Yun looked up at him alertly for a moment, as if trying to see something from his indifferent face, but there was no flaw at all.

She relaxed and shook her head, "No plan."

Hearing this, Mu Hantang sneered, as if he had guessed that she would answer like this.

His Xiaoyun has always been a girl who likes persistence, but what he likes is her persistence.

"I was still worried, if there was a second Manager Zhou, would I listen to you and not do anything?" Mu Hantang looked at her, his tone seemed a little annoyed.

It seemed that he was regretting why he let that manager Zhou go.

Hearing this, Qin Yun slightly paused the hand holding the cup to drink warm water, and after a while, she finally raised her eyes to look at him.

"Mu Hantang, we are actually not suitable." She held the cup with both hands, as if she wanted to draw warmth from it.

"Just like what you did, no matter how long it has passed, I still can't accept it. Just like my decision, sometimes it seems incomprehensible to you, we can't fully understand each other, so many times, we I can't understand it at all, I obviously want to do the best for the other party, but why is she always ungrateful?"

She said seriously, with deep tiredness in her eyes, "The two of us, no matter in terms of worldview or values, are not familiar with being in the same position, even if we are together in the end, we will soon be separated Instead of this, why don't you waste each other's time, let's get together and relax, how about it?"

Maybe it was because he had seen life and death, so Qin Yun suddenly felt a little enlightened.

She used to be entangled and painful because of her feelings every day, and found it difficult to let go.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if you can't let go of feelings, then don't let them go. If you can't be together, then you can't be together.

Anyway, with the passage of time, everything may fade until it is brought into the soil, turned into a breeze, and dissipated in the world.

And Mu Hantang obviously didn't expect Qin Yun to say that, and his face was stunned for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.

"Xiaoyun, I said before the first time we met, between us, no matter how you escape, I will not let go." Now that he has got everything, the obstacles between them no longer exist, and there is no reason give up.

And Qin Yun raised his eyes to look at this man, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a smile that was bound to win, and finally shook his head helplessly.

After dinner, Mu Hantang sent her back. Qin Yun was already exhausted, and when he got home, he spread out on the bed and fell asleep.

I didn't even hear the buzzing cell phone that had been placed on the coffee table.

However, when Qin Yun woke up the next day and saw several missed calls on her mobile phone, they were all unknown numbers, so she was at a loss.

She dialed and found no one answered.

Although it was strange, he didn't take it to heart.

Early in the morning, she drove to work. Since she was away from the company for half a month, one could imagine how high the pile of documents was on the desk.

However, when he was about to leave work, Qin Yun received Zhen Tiantian's number and received a shocking news that she had returned to China.

This shock came from Zhen Tiantian who had said before that she would live in the UK for a long time, but suddenly returned to China without any warning.

Zhen Tiantian who called was asking an old friend to meet.

After all, she hadn't returned to China for so long, so Qin Yun went to the appointment.

The two still made an appointment to meet at a restaurant with local characteristics that they frequented before. When Qin Yun saw Zhen Tiantian, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he found that the girl had lost weight again and her hair had been cut short.

It looks clean and experienced, but it has faded away from the slightly immature atmosphere before.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you say hello when you came back? As soon as you called me, you made an appointment for dinner. I thought something was wrong!"

Qin Yun stepped forward and gave Zhen Tiantian a big hug.

Hearing this, Zhen Tiantian raised a smile, "I thought I wouldn't come back, but things have changed."

"What's wrong?" Qin Yun raised his eyes and asked.

Before, Zhen Tiantian made up her mind to tell her categorically that she might take care of Xuanxuan for the rest of her life and never plan to come to China again.

And the thing that can bring her back should be extremely important.

Hearing this, Zhen Tiantian frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Someone sent me an anonymous letter, saying they knew who killed my father back then."

As for Zhen Tiantian's life experience, Qin Yun only knew that her parents had both died, and if Zhen Tiantian didn't say anything, she naturally wouldn't ask.

As for the fact that Zhen Tiantian obviously had a special identity, Zhen Tiantian never said much to her.

She always felt that Zhen Tiantian had many secrets.