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It was already 8 in the morning, but Song Miao did not receive a call from Yan Qing Zhou.

However, there was no one in his bedroom. The bed was still neat and tidy, obviously showing that he had not slept at all.

Song Miao didn't care about what he thought and directly went to Xiang Bei's bedroom.

Yan Qing Zhou entered the room and immediately smelled alcohol. The curtains were not opened and the lights were not turned on when Yan Qing Zhou fell asleep at the foot of the bed.

Song Miao quickly opened the curtains and opened the window. A blinding light shone in, Yan Qing Zhou who was on the ground moved.

The dignified CEO of the Huai Group was currently curled up like a dog beside her lover's bed, guarding a bed that was not hot …

"Yantong …"

Just as Song Miao's hand touched Yan Qing Zhou's shoulder, Yan Qing Zhou who was on the ground suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his hand.

"North?"

His eyes were open, but unfocused.

"Yantong, it's me, Song Miao."

After a long while, Yan Qing Zhou seemed to have woken up, and the focused gaze of the two slowly dimmed down.

"Oh, it's you …" He sat up, shook his head, and laughed at himself, "I dreamt that Bei Bei had returned."

"Yantong, don't be like this. I have a death sentence, it's also a good thing for Bei Bei to leave."

As expected, Yan Qing Zhou's heart was broken and he almost suffocated from the pain.

"Yes, you're right, I'm not good enough for her."

He propped himself up on the bed. He had probably lain on the hard floor for too long, half his body stiff, his movements uncoordinated, and he almost fell over again.

Song Miao hurried to support him, and spoke with sincerity: "Yantong, I do not mean that, let me be frank, Bei Bei is really protected by you, no matter how outstanding she is, she will appear to be useless in my eyes. Actually you understand in your heart that the Bei Bei who is by Mu Cheng Feng's side is indeed a little more dazzling. "

Yan Qing Zhou was a little taken aback.

There were several bottles on the floor. His shirt was rumpled, his hair was disheveled, and his chin was blue.

Bei Bei had only been gone for less than a day, yet he had already made herself look like this.

"Yes, you're right." He smiled. "That's why I let go, no matter who she is with, I just want North to live a happy life, to live a life of my own. She definitely won't be like her mother, which is what she wants, so I'll help her. "

Song Miao sighed: "Yantong, North will be back."

Yan Qing Zhou patted Song Miao's shoulders: "Right, she will always be my North."

"It's half past eight." Song Miao took the opportunity to say: "The feast is still in the hospital, there are two meetings the company needs you to attend today. You should go wash first, I will go and prepare clothes for you."

Yan Qing Zhou nodded.

He looked around the decorated Princess's room, his heart aching.

He wanted to give Bei Bei the same life as the princess. It was only now did he realize that Bei Bei actually did not want to become a princess.

On the bedside table, there was a photo frame, with Yan Qing Zhou and Bei Bei inside. The two of them walked around the Villa hand in hand.

He picked up the picture frame. Even at this time, his kiss only landed on Bei Bei's forehead.

"Morning, Beibei."

The morning session was relatively short and ended promptly at 12 o'clock.

Seeing Yan Qing Zhou walking out of the meeting room, accompanied by a group of project managers, Song Miao went over and whispered into his ear: "My friend from Northern Bei wants to see you, I made her wait in the guest room."

Yan Qing Zhou didn't have a deep impression of Mi Tu Tu, he had only seen him twice.

However, since she was a close friend of Bei Bei, he would take her seriously.

Mi Tu Tu was wearing a pretty lady's dress today. Her long hair was skillfully woven into a beautiful hairstyle, with an exquisite hairpin hanging on top of it.

She was pretty, she was smiling, she was the kind of girl who could easily make people feel good about her.

Seeing Yan Qing Zhou come in, she stood up somewhat nervously, and said in a thin voice, "Feast Big Brother, I'm sorry, I came here before the call was made."

Yan Qing Zhou laughed, "You're welcome, take a seat."

This was the first time Mi Tu Tu came into close contact with her alone. Originally, the receptionist did not allow her to enter, but she had only asked for Song Miao's name.

Mi Tu Tu secretly sized Yan Qing Zhou up. He really couldn't understand why Xiang Bei would give up on such a man.

Yan Qing Zhou personally poured a cup of hot coffee and changed her original cup. He then sat in front of her and smiled: "You've waited too long, right? Bunny, what business do you have with me? "

Mi Tu Tu was overwhelmed by the favor, "Feast Big Brother, do you know my name?"

"Bei Bei often mentioned you in front of me and said that you were her best friend."

"Oh ~ ~ ~" Mi Tu Tu felt a little awkward. The little girl was still young and inexperienced, and still had her usual pure and simple appearance, "I, I came to see you in place of Bei Bei. She said that she was afraid of your sadness."

"Did Bei Bei call you?" Yan Qing Zhou was still smiling merrily, his expression was different from what Mi Tu Tu had imagined.

She thought that since he loved Xiang Bei so much, this should be the most miserable of times.

Mi Tu Tu nodded his head obediently: I fought, and we did not talk much. All of her subjects have not been tested, Feast Big Brother, will she really not come back? "

Yan Qing Zhou felt the blood dripping wound on his body was opened again, but he still continued to smile like it was bathed in spring wind.

"No, Bei Bei will return."

At this time, Xiang Bei was idling around in the ancient fortress, followed by her obedient grandson.

"Little Ancestor, aren't you hot?"

Luo Lie wore a black suit. In the bright sun of the beginning of July, he really wished that he could learn to stick his tongue out like the big wolfdog in the backyard.

Xiang Bei took her camera and took pictures everywhere. The light was too bright, so it was not suitable for her to take pictures. Hence, she went into the forest to take pictures of the sunlight coming out from the leaves.

"When will Mu Cheng Feng's meeting be held?"

"You can't say, sir is not Yan Qing Zhou, he is busy, busier than the president, do you believe?"

Xiang Bei's little white face was flushed red, her head full of sweat.

"Then should I feel honored that he has wasted so much time on me?"

Luo Lie hurriedly chuckled, "There's no need for that. It's Mister's honor to be able to come back."

Xiang Bei turned her head and looked at him, "I will give you 99 points for this fart, and another one for you to be proud of."

When Luo Lie saw her perspiring face, his head grew big: "My little ancestor, hey, can we go back now? If you want me to see you so hot, I'm sure I won't be able to eat any good fruit. "

"He's busy with a meeting right now, how could he have time to care about me?"

Just as she finished speaking, a deep voice came from behind her, "Darling, are you complaining that I ignored you?"

Xiang Bei turned around and aimed her camera at Mu Cheng Feng.

Luo Lie wanted to stop her, but he was too shocked to do so.

"Little Ancestor, you can't take pictures. Hurry up and delete them."

"Why?" Xiang Bei took out the photo and looked at it. She saw that on the boulevard, Mu Cheng Feng was walking in front of a group of black-clothed men, and behind him was the faintly discernible image of the fortress.

"Mu Cheng Feng, you look good!" Xiang Bei shook her camera and said.