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Two weeks later, Lin Yue and Song Qingyuan sent Wen Ju'an to the small red brick building.

Because he was afraid of stimulating Wen Xue's emotions, he didn't go upstairs, but moved the things from the back of the pickup truck to the door, and Song Qingyuan took them upstairs one by one.

They are all women's products, nothing heavy, just go back and forth a few times.

Song Qingyuan finished the work at hand and came out of the corridor, just in time to see Wen Ju'an holding Lin Yue's body and crying in his arms.

"Hey, hey, let me tell you, you two are almost done. It's not like life and death, yin and yang are separated, so you need to be so nasty."

Wen Ju'an quickly let go of him, wiped his tears away from Song Qingyuan, forced a smile and said, "Brother Qingyuan, thank you."

"Or I just like talking to you, this little mouth is sweet."

Song Qingyuan smiled and said: "I put all the things in the living room for you. You can clean them up later. If you leave anything behind, just tell me. Brother Qingyuan will run for you again."

"Um."

Wen Ju'an nodded, and glanced sideways at Dongfang, with a worried expression on his face.

"Dad... still hasn't come."

Lin Yue said: "Don't worry, I will persuade him when I have time."

"Brother Yicheng."

She was about to say a few words of comfort to him, when out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a face flashing past behind the window glass on the second floor, her expression changed: "My mother is awake, please go."

After finishing speaking, before he could answer, he lifted the hem of his skirt and ran into the corridor.

In just three or five breaths, there was a faint quarrel between the mother and daughter in the corridor.

Song Qingyuan hurriedly pulled Lin Yue into the car.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you can't afford to mess with that kind of woman. If you can't think about it, cut your wrists, jump off a building or something, it might affect our work."

There is nothing wrong with what you said. You must know that the two are CCTV reporters. If Wen Xue really has troubles, those who are unhappy with them in the station will definitely make use of the problem and make small moves behind their backs.

"Mr. Song is also afraid of this?" The car started, and the right front wheel bumped over a brick, and Lin Yue grabbed the handrail above his head.

Song Qingyuan said: "I don't care anymore, I'm worried about you."

"I don't care, I'm leaving anyway."

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The pickup truck slammed on the brakes, and Lin Yue leaned forward suddenly. Fortunately, he grabbed the handrail before and didn't bump into it.

"Leave? What do you mean? You want to leave? Leave CCTV?"

"Yes, back to Nanjing."

"Is there a mistake?"

Lin Yue said: "Old Wang will reach retirement age in one month. The director called me a few days ago and wanted me to go back to take over from Lao Wang's class."

"You agreed?"

"Nonsense, why would I tell you to go back to Nanjing if I don't agree?"

"No wonder you and Ju An... just like that." Song Qingyuan's face changed when he said this: "You can't be... because of her choice, you want to escape from Beijing...Brother, this matter Well, I have to advise you, as the saying goes, people can’t help themselves in the Jianghu, and this society is a big Jianghu, she did nothing wrong, and you didn’t do anything wrong, if you want to blame it, you can blame it on people.”

"What are you talking about so much? I'll just ask you, will you follow me back to Nanjing?"

Song Qingyuan shook his head: "No return."

"Really not coming back?"

"No."

Lin Yue threw the house key to him: "The house is given to you, so you don't have to rent a house outside in the future."

"Are you serious?"

"I packed all my luggage."

"I, Song Qingyuan, met you in my life, but I was really unlucky." He threw the key back: "I said you... Qiao Yicheng, tell me, how will you repay me?"

"Introduce you to a girlfriend?"

"Okay, let's talk about her situation first, where she is from, what she does, and what she looks like."

"You know this person."

"Who is it?"

"Liu Xiaomeng."

"Her? You kill me, brother, that guy opened his mouth wide, blah blah, blah blah, I'm in a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship with her? I'd rather listen to Tang Seng chanting scriptures."

Lin Yue smiled and said nothing.

Hurt by love? Back to Nanjing disheartened?

Song Qingyuan thought it was, but it really wasn't.

Wen Ju'an's affairs have come to an end, of course there is no need to stay in Beijing anymore, Nanjing has his family, um, there is also... Xiang Nanfang.

"correct."

At this moment, Song Qingyuan suddenly thought of something: "What if Taili won't let us go?"

The current Qiao Yicheng is the leading reporter in the station. If he leaves, the quality of the "Hot Talk" program will decline in all likelihood, and Director Sun must be very embarrassed.

Lin Yue said: "Don't worry, I have a way to solve this matter."

...

a month later.

Nanjing Railway Station.

Song Qingyuan was carrying a shoulder bag and walking towards the exit with a trolley case.

"Slow down, why are you walking so fast?"

Lin Yue said: "The train is late, she might be in a hurry."

"What's the rush? It's the weekend and I don't have to go to work," Song Qingyuan stopped at the stairs, put the trolley case upright, and walked up step by step with the handle.

"Hey, what did you do that day? With such a twist of Kaka, your arm was dislocated."

"You've asked that question before."

Song Qingyuan thought about it.

Indeed, he did this when he was fighting with Yang Lingzi's aunts. Afterwards, the two came out of the police station and asked if there was a question, but he didn't answer.

Thinking about the unlucky guy who was in the earthwork business that I interviewed before, didn’t he know that Qiao Yicheng was waiting for them to get rough, this is good, he had a minor injury, at least he could go in and squat for half a year, and he resigned and left. reason.

"It's too bad, you are so bad."

"You said that too."

"Qiao Yicheng, can we still have a good chat?"

He was complaining about Lin Yue, when a voice came from the opposite side.

"Qiao Yicheng, here, here..."

Song Qingyuan turned his face to see that Xiang Nanfang was wearing a white shirt with fringe and was standing in front of the station right in front of the exit, waving to them.

"Nanfang, please wait, sorry, the train is late."

When the two came closer, Lin Yue said apologetically.

Xiang Nan said, "It's okay, today is the weekend, a rest day."

"Well, I got it right." Song Qingyuan was very proud, but this pride didn't last long, because he suddenly noticed a small detail: "No, I said sister, why do you only say hello to him? Woolen cloth?"

Xiang Nanfang smiled and said, "We know each other well enough that you'll grab my young man as soon as you come back, why are you being so polite?"

"That's true."

In one sentence, Song Qingyuan was settled.

The square in front of the station was crowded with people, and countrymen carrying snakeskin bags and canvas bags looked at the city and the sunset in the sky with blank eyes.

The three came to the road outside the station. Song Qingyuan looked at the license plate of the car on the opposite side and was taken aback for a moment: "Nanfang, are you using the bus for private use?"

"Song Qingyuan, you have an occupational disease, right? This is Nanjing, not Beijing, and you are not a reporter for CCTV's "Hot Talk" anymore." Xiang Nanfang opened the trunk and said, "You two are the media that our city's TV station urgently needs. Talent, strictly speaking, I should count as overtime.”

Song Qingyuan: "..."

Lin Yue laughed and said, "It's Minister Xiang after all. This eloquence is really beyond the reach of ordinary people."

She took his bag and put it in the trunk, walked to the driver's side, put her arm on the roof of the car and said: "I will send you to put your luggage first, and then go to Fuchang Hotel to help you clean up the dust, how about it?"

Song Qingyuan patted Lin Yue on the shoulder: "It's thanks to you that I can let her blood go well. When I came to Nanjing before, she always treated Liu Changxing to him."

The name does not refer to people, it is a time-honored noodle restaurant, and its Xiaolongbao and wonton are quite famous in Sanpailou.

Lin Yue said, "So stingy?"

"What do you think?"

Xiang Nan glared at them: "Hey, what are you two muttering behind, are you still in the car?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, opened the door and sat in the back row.

...

That night, by the Qinhuai River.

Beijing is already full of autumn, while the wind in Nanjing is still warm. The sidewalks along the Qinhuai River are full of stalls, selling toys, clothes, handicrafts, and late-night snacks...

"Let me tell you, Qiao Yicheng, I can't take it anymore."

Song Qingyuan was so drunk that he swayed three times when he walked, and he couldn't even speak well.

Lin Yue said: "Who said I would buy you a late-night snack? I think his rice balls are good. I plan to take them home for Sanli to eat. She has liked them since she was a child."

"Sanli? Who is Sanli?" Xiang Nanfang asked curiously.

"Qiao Sanli, his younger sister." Song Qingyuan said: "The four siblings in their family, Qiao Yicheng, Qiao Erqiang, Qiao Sanli, and Qiao Simei, look at the name, isn't it interesting?"

Xiang Nan said, "It's quite interesting."

At this time, Song Qingyuan seemed to suddenly think of some interesting details, and laughed out loud.

Lin Yue frowned: "What are you laughing at?"