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As soon as Song Yinchi met his gaze and smiled politely, Tong Nan dragged him into the box.

"Dangdangdang!" Tong Nan excitedly said to Song Yinchi, "Look, this is the cake I bought for you!"

She smiled with a look of begging for compliments.

Tong Nan knew that she couldn't stop the call, and she couldn't stop Song Yinchi from going out, but she wanted to do her best to make Song Yinchi happier before then.

Song Yinchi frowned, rubbed Tong Nan's soft long hair, lowered his head slightly, and suppressed the curiosity in his heart.

Lifting his face, he looked extremely happy again: "Thank you."

She didn't know why Tong Nan did this suddenly today.

This is not in line with Tong Nan's temperament.

Intuition told Song Yinchi that something might happen.But before that, she just wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment.

Tong Nan pressed Song Yinchi's shoulder, told her to sit down, then picked up the knife for cutting the cake and stuffed it into Song Yinchi's arms.

"You cut it."

There are three layers of fondant cake, with many decorations, a small Song Yinchi doll standing on the top, wearing a white rose cheongsam, a violin on his shoulders, and half of a metal mask, which was at the charity gala that night. image of.

On the side of the second floor are violins of various styles, which are carefully designed.

There is a doll on the left and right of the bottom floor. Song Yinchi, who looks like a high school student, is wearing a blue and white school uniform, fresh and beautiful, with a slight grin.

Another glorious Song Yinchi tonight.

Tong Nan had imagined Song Yinchi performing in the center of the concert hall many times in his heart, and it was probably similar to what he saw tonight, except that tonight she was a little more deserted and strangers were not allowed to enter.

The three Q-version dolls are lifelike, each with its own charm, cold, youthful, and smiling. It can be seen that the designers have put their minds to it.

Song Yinchi stared blankly at the cake.

Seeing that she stayed still and did not cut the cake, Tong Nan felt a little anxious. The unknown phone call might come in at any time. She didn't want her thoughts to be wasted, so she urged Song Yinchi: "Cut it quickly."

Hearing this, Song Yinchi suddenly put down the cake knife, and turned his head to look at Tong Nan: "Do you have something to tell me? Our contract..." Is it going to be terminated early?

Song Yinchi couldn't help but tighten his joints.

"No." Tong Nan was stunned for a moment, and quickly concealed the guilt in his eyes, "Don't think too much. Just... you won the prize, let's celebrate."

Tong Nan sprayed the white peach-flavored barrier agent, like a gentle wind surrounding Song Yinchi from behind.

Song Yinchi was in a daze for a moment, like a certain summer day when he was back in high school, lying comfortably and lazily on the lawn, covering his face with a book, the sun shone from among the mottled leaves, and a soft smile appeared between his eyebrows. a kiss.

Moist, with a refreshing aroma of white peach.

Maybe that kiss wasn't an illusion.

Song Yinchi was a little confused.

Now those soft lips are also attached to her ear, and the warm hand covers the back of her hand.

Tong Nan led Song Yinchi to cut the cake, and said in his mouth, "Let's cut it quickly, it won't be easy to eat the cake when your teacher comes."

Jiang He usually has an elegant and orchestra conductor's appearance, but he really likes cute things in his heart, and Song Yinchi, as a disciple he likes very much and treats like a daughter, if he sees this cake, he will definitely take a dozen photos first The photo, and then look at it for a while, not willing to eat.

Tong Nan's warm and delicate palm skin was attached to the back of his hand, rubbing it slightly, and it was a little itchy. Song Yinchi resisted the impulse in his heart, controlled his breathing, and his back was tense.

As if aware of Song Yinchi's discomfort, Tong Nan patted Song Yinchi's shoulder lightly, lowered his head, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Don't feel reluctant. If you like this kind of thing, I'll buy you one if you get a prize in the future."

"That's settled."

"what?"

"From now on, every time I win an award, you will give me a cake." Song Yinchi said seriously.

"Okay." Tong Nan replied in a daze.She hoped it would always be like this.

The two shared a plate, and sat side by side eating cakes. Their arms occasionally bumped into each other, but neither of them said they wanted to distance themselves.

Light blue cream stuck to the corner of Tong Nan's lips.

Song Yinchi raised his hand and gently wiped it away for her, "Tong Nan..." Tong Nan's ears were hot when he heard his cold voice, which seemed to be mixed with sugar.

"Huh?" Tong Nan turned his face away, poked the plate with a fork, not daring to meet Song Yinchi's eyes.

"You today..." Song Yinchi had just said a few words before being interrupted by a loud voice.

"Okay, I thought what are you two doing sneaking here regardless of the group of people outside us, so you're dating?" Jiang He said with a hearty smile, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Uncle Jiang, we didn't—" Tong Nan was anxious.

"I haven't said anything yet!" Jiang He laughed, "What are you in a hurry for?"

"Here's another cake," Jiang He pushed Tong Nan who stood in front of him, "And you said you and Song Yinchi have nothing to do? Such a gaudy cake, are you sure you're not chasing someone?"

His teasing eyes flicked between the two of them.

"Teacher," Song Yinchi interrupted in time to prevent Jiang He from teasing Tong Nan, "shall I go outside to toast everyone?"

"Wait, Song Yinchi, did you forget what you promised me earlier?" Tong Nan grabbed Song Yinchi's arm to prevent him from leaving.

"I haven't forgotten, I won't drink too much."

"Song Yinchi, I can't see that you are still a strict wife." Jiang He shook his head and smiled, then murmured to Tong, "Don't worry, I'll watch, and I won't let those people bully her."

Tong Nan didn't have the nerve to say anything more, because she was now in the position to take care of Song Yinchi's affairs.

But my heart became inexplicably anxious, worried about unknown calls that would come in at any time.

Tong Nan couldn't sit still in the box, so he also went outside to have a look.At the wine table, people were drinking wine, and it was very lively. Song Yinchi wore a white strapless dress, but he looked like a fairy who was not stained with dust. His drinking posture was extremely elegant, revealing the etiquette he had cultivated since he was a child.

After looking at it for a long time, Tong Nan sighed and went to the back seat of the car outside the hotel.

She turned on the computer and checked the email.

According to the progress, the media studio sent a new email, asking Tong Nan if he wanted to continue publishing some information.

The video and audio recordings were able to hammer Yang Zhengming to the end with Thor's Hammer.

On Weibo, Yang Zhengming posted a lot of trolls, and also removed the hot searches related to him, and bought a lot of scandals about fresh meat to divert the public's attention.

However, the microblog accounts of those voices have never been bombed successfully, and he was so anxious that his mouth was blistered, and he didn't know who was targeting him behind his back.

Internet public opinion is rampant.

Some people said that there is no basis for this matter, and it is not feasible to just listen to one side of the story, and there have been many reversals this year, so I dare not stand in line and consume goodness; It's been a long time, and I haven't seen him say a few words, or hold a press conference to explain a few words. After all, reputation is a famous brand for real estate developers; some people say that they have seen Yang Zhengming in a bar. No, it doesn't seem to be worried, it is estimated that this matter is fake.

Yang Zhengming’s high-paying recruited sailors are very good at talking, and some vacillating netizens were easily led astray, and asked for more evidence to be released under the media Weibo that broke the news.

Tong Nan looked at the development of the situation, and there is no rush. It is not the peak of the heat. Let the netizens discuss it for a while, and wait until the curiosity and resentment are all aroused.

Throwing all the evidence down again, Yang Zhengming couldn't turn over directly.

Yang Zhengming thought it was over for now, it was just an appetizer.

Tong Nan tilted his keyboard to reply to the email, and at the same time made a call to Yang's eldest son, Yang Shitian.

The two had had a short conversation last night, and they called again today to ask if the other party confirmed the cooperation.

Yang Shitian remembered the few words he heard outside his father's study today, he couldn't help but squeezed the phone tightly, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Okay."

My father chose to believe in Yang Zhengming without even asking for proof.But for him, his father was not like this. He was picky, and if he didn't do anything well, he would be severely reprimanded, and in severe cases, he would be beaten and scolded, but he said grandly that he would be raised as an heir.

But Yang Shitian knew in his heart that among the three brothers, Yang Zhengming probably inherited the most shares - he was sweet-talked and could make his father happy.

Song Yinchi's eyes followed Tong Nan, until she saw her go out and someone called her, and she finally came to her senses.

The man in front of him was quite familiar, like the vice president I saw before.

Jiang He introduced: "This is one of the investors of our orchestra, and he is the vice president of Yang's enterprise."

Song Yinchi toasted him a glass of wine.

The vice president was already drunk, his eyes were blurred, he pointed at Song Yinchi, and said with his tongue out, "I know you! The daughter of the Song family who went bankrupt not long ago. I know your uncle! Your uncle—"

Jiang He's face was very ugly, and he wanted to stop the vice president from continuing, but was stopped by Song Yinchi.

"It's okay, let him talk," Song Yinchi said with a faint smile, "He didn't say anything wrong. Besides, my uncle also works in Yang's, and I haven't contacted him for a long time. I really want to know how he is doing recently."

"You want to know his recent situation? Then you are asking the right person!" The vice president slapped the wine glass on the table with a "bang", and a little of the transparent wine splashed out.Song Yinchi glanced at him, and then looked away without showing any signs.

"Your uncle Wang Kun and that person are just Yang Zhengming's dog legs. They stay in the company all day and do nothing, but they are arrogant and pointing at us. Look at me, I have to be suppressed by him in the third rank of the official! "The vice president blushed and said angrily.

Song Yinchi responded with a few perfunctory words, and doubts gradually arose in his heart, how could his uncle get involved with Yang Zhengming?

She kept an eye out and asked persuasively, "Then why did my uncle go to your company?"

"I don't know! I guess Yang Zhengming pried it here. Wang Kunhe jumped over here before your father's company went bankrupt. As a result, within half a month after coming here, your father's company went bankrupt. Now he has stayed for almost three Yue, come on, now this company has to go bankrupt too. I think Yang Zhengming really stole the great god of plague!"

Song Yinchi listened calmly, but he began to doubt Wang Kunhe in his heart.

Nothing happened so coincidentally, as soon as he left, his father's company went bankrupt.

Song Yinchi stroked the rim of the cup, the vice president was already drunk and passed out, and she seemed to be unable to ask any questions at all. She was about to go out to find Tong Nan, but was stopped by an old gentleman.

The old gentleman is the dean of the top music academy in China, and also her mother's former mentor.

Song Yinchi dared not disrespect.

The letter of employment locked in the bookcase was also written by the old gentleman himself.

He had a kind smile on his face, and his gray temples didn't spoil his charm at all, but set him off in a hale and hearty way, "How is your mother recently?"

"She's fine." Song Yinchi responded with a smile, "Thank you for your concern."

"Have you received the letter of employment? Don't tell me that I don't know yet. I'm very happy. I saw in you the demeanor of your mother back then, and even surpassed her. How are you thinking? What are you going to do?" When is the interview time?"

"Thank you for your help. I am also very happy. It has a special meaning to me to be able to serve in the school my mother attended."

The old dean nodded, exchanged a few words with Song Yinchi, then turned and left.

At the same time, Song Yinchi's phone in his small bag rang.

She only took one look, then suddenly turned pale, and rushed out of the hotel.

It was raining heavily outside at some point, but Song Yinchi didn't seem to care, borrowed Jiang He's car keys, and drove all the way to a cemetery in the west.

Even Jiang He's serious words to stop him didn't catch his ears.

Jiang Anqing told her that the collapse of the real estate during the sales period was not due to an accident, but because someone tampered with the purchase of construction materials and turned them into batches of goods.

The accident on the construction site was also man-made. No witness said that he saw someone standing there the night before.

Song Yinchi hammered the steering wheel hard, his eyes were scarlet.

On the day of the accident at the construction site, she accompanied her grandma to see her father. She was talking to her father, but her grandma was hit by a billboard falling from a high altitude.

The police said it was an accident and closed the case hastily, and my father was unwilling to affect the sales of the real estate and did not want to publicize it.

But it has been so long, Song Yinchi also struggled at first, but later found that there was no way, so he let it go completely, taking it as an accident.

In the end, someone cut open her scar and told her that it was not a simple accident, but someone did it on purpose.

Song Yinchi was abruptly pulled out of the dream she had woven, forcing her to face the fact that she had always been afraid to face.

She is sorry for grandma.

As long as she persisted a little longer at that time, even if her father, the police, and others around her disapproved, as long as she persisted, perhaps the truth would have been discovered, and the murderer would still be at large!

Song Yinchi tensed his nerves, and gradually stepped on the accelerator. The car drove fast on the road, and under the rain, everything became hazy.

That billboard shouldn't have hit grandma in the first place.

——No matter how much she pulls her own morality, it is the thought that pops up in her mind.

She was brought up by her grandma, watching her gradually change from a middle-aged woman to a hunchbacked, lonely old man.

It was also she who watched grandma lying on the hospital bed, gradually losing her voice.

Grandma told Song Yinchi very early on that when she was young, she followed her great-grandparents from the north to the south to work hard. She went there for decades, until Father Song was born, and she didn't have time to go back and take a look.

Her greatest hope is to visit the imperial capital one day, her hometown, the place where she grew up.

Song Yinchi also said that when he earns a lot of money, he will buy a big house for grandma in the imperial capital and let grandma enjoy life here.

Song Yinchi held back the tears in her eyes, some couldn't contain it after all, and rolled down her cheeks, cold, but she was unmoved, always staring straight ahead, and drove towards the cemetery.

The thunder of Skyrim didn't affect her either.

Song Yinchi stood in front of the tomb, letting the heavy rain drenched her hair, shoulders and entire back.

She looked like she had just been fished out of the river, she was in a mess, her skirt was muddy, her high heels were off, and she was stepping barefoot on the ground.

Her straight back bent a slight arc, she opened her eyes, staring at the photo above for a moment, repeating the words in her mouth over and over again.

I am sorry.

The only thing left in the world is the sound of rain.

and unclean dirt.

But the sound of the rain was blocked again.

Song Yinchi turned her head in a daze, and found that Tong Nan was holding a black umbrella on top of her head.

The rain dripped from the eaves of the umbrella and fell on Tong Nan's shoulders, but she only focused on Song Yinchi.

His brows and eyes were soft, with an indescribable care.

Tong Nan moved his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't say anything.

Just raised one hand, and gently patted Song Yinchi's shoulder.

Not heavy strength, but has firm strength.

Song Yinchi suddenly hugged Tong Nan tightly, with both arms around Tong Nan's waist, and the bare butterfly bones were wet and trembling slightly.

It is like a butterfly flying with its wings fluttering.

The author has something to say: Jiang He: Oh, you two. (Smiling gradually...)

Tong Nan: We have nothing! (flushing)

Song Yinchi: Teacher! (Seeing that his wife was getting shy, Xiao Song couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to the rescue in time.)