Chapter 195: We are reunited

He Yu's appearance stunned everyone.

Naturally, there was no need to tell the public, and what could be more exciting news than the return from the dead of the brave man who had gone into danger all alone in those days?

People who know He Yu feel that they are dreaming, especially those dream breakers who know the real face of Devil - they have been fighting with Duan Wen, and recently this Devil has brought them great losses and troubles, they do not have any evidence to prove that Devil is Duan Wen's accomplice, but this person is working for Duan Wen, and has completely replaced the former Lv Zhishu and Huang Zhilong, there is no doubt that this person is working for Duan Wen, and has replaced the former Lv Zhishu and Huang Zhilong. Although they don't have any evidence to prove that Devil is Duan Wen's accomplice, this person is working for Duan Wen, and has completely replaced the former positions of Lv Zhishu and Huang Zhilong, which is indisputable.

But now the facts tell them that Devil is the same He Yu who risked his life to help the police solve the case?

How did he become a total Duan Wen?

Of course, since there is no direct evidence to support that He Yu was working on behalf of Duan Wen, as a "sacrificed" hero back then, He Yu who came back from the dead naturally received a lot of support from the people, as well as extraordinary favorable treatment.

According to him, he was not blown to dust, but fell into the sea under the burst of air currents, and was finally found and rescued by an Australian ship. The police found a severed limb, cut by a sharp object from the blast, and recognized it as the only remnant of his body left after the destruction of his bones. But that wasn't the fatal wound, and he eventually survived without any health consequences after a bed of very advanced surgery to build steel bones into his foot.

For the past two to three years, He Yu has been living in Australia, and because he wanted to recuperate and avoid trouble, he never showed his face until he had regained his strength and spirit, and then returned to China.

However, his set of words, coax a coaxing the unknown masses enough, in front of the police but completely untenable.

Zheng Jingfeng called Xie Qingcheng at the first opportunity and told him to be careful--

"I don't know what has happened, but He Yu has changed." Zheng Jingfeng said to Xie Qingcheng on the phone, "I think he'll definitely look for you when he gets back, so don't get in too close contact with him, it won't do you any good."

Not only Zheng Jingfeng, the higher-ups of the Dream Breaking Organization had also specifically instructed Xie Qingcheng, emphasizing that if He Yu came to him, he must not tell him anything about the Dream Breaking Organization.

They're overthinking it.

After He Yu appeared, he didn't give Xie Qingcheng even a phone call, didn't send even a message, let alone come to the door to find. Other people don't know why, but only Xie Qingcheng knows very well that his own choice in the sea battle back then has already broken He Yu's heart.

He broke people's hearts, so no matter what people say, no matter what the result is, Xie Qingcheng still wants to see He Yu.

That night, Xie Qingcheng locked himself up at home, alone and lost in thought on his cell phone - on the phone was a chat box between him and He Yu, and as soon as he pressed the send button, he was able to get in touch with He Yu.

He had always been a very courageous and confident man, but at this moment, he felt something close to "emotional cowardice" in his sickly body.

In the past few years, Xie Qingcheng has not changed his cell phone, and the records of his conversations with He Yu from the past are all still there.

Except for the most painful part of the sea battle conversation, scrolling further, all that is fixed on the screen is the past teenager who was infatuated with him and had no hidden agenda.

Xie Qingcheng can't relate him to the aloof and elegant "Mr. He" on TV, not to mention "Devil", who is suspected of colluding with Duan Wen.

Xie Qingcheng thought about how to talk to He Yu, but his thinking was too old-fashioned, and of course he couldn't send any fancy messages. He deliberated all night, typed the message back and forth in the input box countless times and then deleted it, and even took a pen and paper and wrote a script on the desk.

But at the end of the day, he realized that the only opening line he could have in his current position would be, "Hello. How are you."

Fingers dangling over the send button, hesitating, eventually crossing his fingers, one second, two seconds - press it.

With a swoosh, the message was sent successfully.

Xie Qingcheng leaned back and sat down in his chair with a long sigh.

He hadn't expected to be sweating through his heavy shirt just sending such a message.

After sending a text message, Xie Qingcheng began a long wait.

He waited for a day and a night, checking his cell phone every time it moved, and when he saw that it wasn't He Yu, he went back to his depression.

He just stood guard and waited.

Waiting from hope to disappointment.

At the end of the day, all that was left was endless gloom.

The whole night, Xie Qingcheng lying on the bed, clutching the sweaty old cell phone, staring blankly at the ceiling. Maybe once upon a time He Yu waited for him to reply in the same way, He Yu had constantly messaged with him when he was in pain, saying, "Dr. Xie, I'm sick ...... I'm sick."

At that time, Xie Qingcheng paid no attention to him.

Now all this despair has returned to Xie Qingcheng's heart.

Then the day dawned, and a dim light came between the clouds, which grew more and more brilliant, and shone through the long dark night.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and slowly the sky darkens again.

When the sun was once again swallowed by darkness, and heaven and earth returned to chaos, Xie Qingcheng finally realized that He Yu would never reply to his messages again.

He lay numb and finally sent him a message.

Xie Qingcheng said, "He Yu. I'm sorry."

The message was sent successfully.

This time he didn't get his hopes up, and when he was done posting, he put down the sweat-stained cell phone that he had been holding all day and night ......

He knew that He Yu was never going to return to him.

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In this way, he could not see He Yu, nor could he get a response from him. When he tried to call him later, he never got an answer.

But Xie Qingcheng still cares about him, and every day when he comes home, he turns on the TV right on time, wanting to see some news related to He Yu. Now He Yu is the eye-catcher of business news, appearing on TV every now and then.

Xie Qingcheng thought it would be nice to see him on the screen.

As long as he was alive and smiling, whether that smile was his own or not, it was all good.

Even if it hurts to look at it, it's good.

On this day, Xie Qingcheng came back late from the lab, and it was almost nine o'clock when he returned to Strange Rain Lane.

He did not stay in the Wei family for too long, after all, it was Xie Xue's husband's family, even if the Wei family had a lot of land and rooms and didn't care about that at all, but Xie Qingcheng himself wasn't used to it.

It's a little bit of Xiao Xue outside, and it's a wet and cold winter in the south. Xie Qingcheng coughs lightly, goes back inside, turns up the air conditioning, turns on the TV, and then takes off his jacket and walks to the tea table to take his medicine.

He froze slightly as he reached for the pillboxes, he was a man of good habits and things were used to being organized like a neat surgical operating table. He remembered that before he went out in the morning, he had placed the pill boxes neatly by the corner of the table, but now they were all in disarray, randomly placed in the center of the tea table.

Maybe Auntie Lai was here and she has a key to his house.

Xie Qingcheng didn't care too much, took the medicine, turned on the TV, and then went to the restroom for a quick shower.

By the time we got out, the evening news had already started.

Today He Yu was interviewed by Huzhou Local Radio to talk about his current business.

Xie Qingcheng just sat in front of the screen and kept watching.

The program was an hour and a half long, and he just watched him with half-blind eyes for an hour and a half. Watching that once unbelievably brilliant boy respond to all sorts of tricky questions with aplomb.

By the end of the program, the hosts, not content to just talk business, were riveted trying to dig up some personal information.

Moderator: "Mr. He did you feel lonely in Australia in the past few years and did you miss anyone?"

"Solitude is something I've gotten used to. As for pining for ......" He Yu smiled so gently that there was actually a sweetness to it, "If I had known such a moving woman as you before the naval war, I would have had someone worth pining for, I suppose."

He answered naturally and pleasingly.

Xie Qingcheng watched quietly in front of the TV, so quiet that there was hardly any living breath, he watched He Yu smile, and he wanted to try to smile along with him.

But the lips couldn't be tugged, and the heart felt like it was being cut with a knife.

I don't know if it was too much of an ordeal, but Xie Qingcheng had a fever that night after watching the program and going to bed.

He was lying on the bed, his body was burning hot, in a blur he seemed to hear He Yu warmly and softly say to him, "Brother, if you are afraid of the cold, I can hold you and sleep with you, I'll warm the bed for you, free of charge, don't kick me out, OK?"

The covers were so hot from his body heat that he had the illusion that He Yu had actually gotten into bed and embraced him.

Xie Qingcheng said softly, "I won't drive you away ...... He Yu ...... I won't drive you away ...... "

But will you come back?

Will you still come back to me ......

No one responded again.

After a night of darkness, Xie Qingcheng doesn't know if there are hot tears between his eyelashes.

When I woke up the next day, naturally there was nothing around, except for the little fire dragon still standing naively still on the desk.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and gently brushed his fingers over the warm bedding, smoothing out the aftermath of the dream, and then completely, coming back to reality.

He had to be calm, and even the qualification to be sad could only be had in dreams.

Xie Qingcheng gathered his emotions and got up, seeing a message on his cell phone.

He opened it and it was from someone unrelated.

Ask if He Yu has come to see him.

This person is not even familiar with Xie Qingcheng, not even concerned, purely to satisfy their own voyeuristic desire, under the guise of greeting to pry into their private affairs.

It seems that the people who knew them all thought that He Yu would come to look for him, and from time to time someone would ask him how he was doing, but when they learned that He Yu had never contacted him, they all looked surprised, and then sighed in admiration, saying that He Yu had really changed.

It's not really necessary to remind these people over and over again.

Xie Qingcheng understands better than anyone else.

Nowadays, it is hard for him to find He Yu, but it is easy for He Yu to search for him. His number, e-mail address, and WeChat ...... have not changed at all.

Even he has lived back in Stormy Lane.

Whenever He Yu wanted to see him, he could come to this quiet old alley anytime with a kick of the gas, just as he did back then, but He Yu never came.

The once fiery teenager is dead.

The one who came back now, who had so easily regained his life, was naturally as far away from him as possible.

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The last time Xie Qingcheng went to see He Yu, rather than humiliate himself, was for a press interview.

In the news, He Yu's foot injury sustained during the naval battle was specifically mentioned. He Yu smiled and said that it was nothing, it had been repaired very well and he could not see any problem at all, he was very healthy.

But when the host asked him if it really didn't hurt at all, He Yu remained silent for a while and laughed, saying, "Well, if you really want to say it, it's a bit hard when it's raining, isn't it?

The host said, "Actually, it still needs more recuperation doesn't it?"

He Yu: "It's nothing, it's all healed."

"Could you show us the wound? If you don't mind."

He Yu doesn't care too much and cooperates by giving a shot.

His lower leg below the ankle didn't look like anything at first glance, but pushed closer, one could see that it was a permanent, non-removable, highly bionic prosthetic limb, with imperceptible stitched inlays where it was tightly bonded to real flesh and blood.

Xie Qingcheng knows that even if the surgery is successful, the joint is painful and needs to be nourished, and He Yu has been attending big and small business meetings lately, as if he can't stop for a moment.

So he went to the entrance of the headquarters of the new He's family group anyway, trying to give He Yu a little of the special wound medicine he had asked the old doctor to find. Chinese medicine is often most helpful to patients in terms of long-term healing and comforting pathologies.

He doesn't expect He Yu to forgive him, to care about him anymore.

But he hopes that He Yu will feel better and be able to accept some of his care.

The ointment and Chinese medicine were in a paper bag. Xie Qingcheng didn't want to bother He Yu, but said that there was a note in the bag with his name on it and that He Yu should know when it was delivered to him, but the security guards said that they would need to be notified in order to make the arrangements.

Xie Qingcheng finally had to give his name.

The guard went to the phone, hung up after a moment, and came back with a face that looked cold, even a little wary.

"Hello sir, Mr. He said he doesn't know you well, your stuff, his stuff doesn't accept."

"......"

"You go back. You can't just go into our building."

Xie Qingcheng pale face, gently coughing, did not say anything else.

It wasn't actually unexpected for him to think about this result.

But somehow knew it would be rejected and went ahead with it anyway.

Then he got a brutal and definitive answer.

As he left, he heard the security guard talking to his coworkers in the background, "It's inexplicable, what boss would drink something of this unknown origin ......"

"Yes, but also said that the two of them know ...... how could General Manager He know him, don't want to climb the high branch want to go crazy."

"Still looks like he's half blind, haven't you noticed? One of his eyes is out of focus ......"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and straightened his back as he walked away, even though he knew that no one would care, but because this was that person's territory, and thinking that there was a one in a million chance that He Yu would see him, he didn't want to look too old and wretched in front of that person.

He cares about him a lot, it's just that in He Yu's mind, he's already someone he doesn't need to see again alone.

Even his presence annoys He Yu.

As much as he wanted to say sorry to He Yu face to face, and he wanted He Yu not to be deeply involved with Duan Wen no matter what, he knew that He Yu wouldn't care about him anymore.

Xie Qingcheng knows that the only thing he can do for him now is to stop bothering him.

He Yu was in pain with him and now that He Yu has come out of it, he rejects his apologies and his concern, He Yu is overflowing with coldness.

He carried the warmth of his heart in his pocket, and with his broken body and the little life he had left, he had run into the wall again and again, and now that he had at last got his nose to the grindstone and realized the fun, it was as if the returning youth were silently admonishing him, saying go away, and that you ought to give me a past wholly unconnected with the-

A new life.

Things have changed, things are different, not to mention talk about the old love, Xie Qingcheng nowadays even seems to have the qualification to see him, no longer.

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The accident happened at the end of the year.

A friend of the Wei family hosted a small party at the family's newly opened high luxury manor hotel, and since the family was very close to the Wei family, the entire Wei family was invited, which naturally included Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng When I was in good health, I was not interested in this kind of activity, and now that I am in such bad shape, I am even lazier and can't muster much energy.

In the end, it was Xie Xue and Auntie Lai who advised him together that he should not stay at home all day long, and that it was important for him to go out for a walk once in a while to take a break.

Xie Qingcheng is now going.

The reception came at least a thousand people, each person has obtained the hotel's top VIP card, everyone gathered together to relax, but the most important thing is still to come to the family to give a show, and then at the banquet to expand some of the future may be used in the network of resources. The hall where the banquet is held is the owner of the hotel's own area, the site is wide, the decoration is extremely extravagant, up and down a total of three floors, the first floor in the holding of large banquets, the second floor has a variety of recreation rooms and lounges, the third floor is a number of guests convenient to talk about the luxury of the private rooms.

People talked and laughed in groups of three or two, either warmly or politely, each with their own agenda.

Xie Qingcheng, who does not like to talk to people, happens to take care of the children for Mr. and Mrs. Wei Dongheng.

Yaya is very good, is the kind of rare angel Baby, but also may be because she really like Xie Qingcheng's body scent too much, as soon as he was carried into his arms, obediently lying on his uncle's chest, a pair of small hands around his neck, quietly looking around, looking tired directly nested in the arms of his uncle, sweet sleep, Xie Qingcheng with the also completely Xie Qingcheng is not tired at all.

The music in the venue was too loud, and Yaya's little feet moved uneasily on Xie Qingcheng's body. Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes, sensing her discomfort, and asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"

"Well ...... still hungry ......" Yaya softly said, yawning, "uncle pull, want to drink bedtime milk... ..."

"Mom came out in a hurry and didn't bring it." Xie Qingcheng, an iron-blooded pure man, was patient with the child, "Uncle will first take you upstairs to sleep for a while, okay?"

"Well ...... that's fine." Yaya said as her eyes had shot up and she had almost fallen asleep.

Xie Qingcheng then gently patted her twice and took her to the third floor box to rest.

As a result, while gently holding and coaxing the child, Big Brother Xie's family walked upstairs, and just as he turned a corner, five or six men who had just finished talking about business came face to face in the aisle.

Xie Qingcheng's footsteps stopped, for a moment it was like being stabbed in the heart by an invisible sword, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

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He didn't expect He Yu to be there.

He Yu walked in the very center of the group of men, followed behind and beside him by people who were obviously trying to curry favor with him, with freshly baked fawning smiles on their faces.

"Right, Mr. He was in Australia for those two years, surely ......"

Suddenly, He Yu stopped, and his gaze passed through the heavily carpeted corridor and landed directly on Xie Qingcheng at the entrance of the aisle. At that moment, his expression was so rigid that even space and time seemed to have stood still.

It's amazing they ran into each other here.

So caught off guard, so direct.

So much so that it was too late for either of them, to act like they hadn't seen or recognized the other.

For a moment, it was as if nothing existed around them, and not so many years of light had been lost.

It was as if he was still Xie Qingcheng at the age of thirty-three, and He Yu was only twenty, just a student.

They just looked at each other.

When a guest beside him saw this, he busily said, "Oops, Mr. He, this is your old acquaintance, right ......"

As if the ice had shattered, the sound abruptly broke the dreamlike trance.

He Yu returned to his senses, and the gaze that fell on Xie Qingcheng narrowed slightly, becoming less susceptible to emotions, then he smiled and said to the guest, "...... If it wasn't for being reminded by you, Mr. Zhang, I almost didn't recognize anyone. It's really rude."

He then slowly walked over to Xie Qingcheng, a little closer than normal.

He extended his hand to Xie Qingcheng, abruptly spreading his face and smiling, "It's been a long time, Mr. Xie."

An opening pleasantry, no mention of the previous message or the rejected visit.

The name Mr. Shea set the stage for the relationship between the two of them after their reunion.

Xie Qingcheng did not immediately give him his hand, it was inconvenient for him to hold Yaya, so he lifted his eyes and looked at him first with those peach blossom eyes that appeared to be calm, but in fact had suppressed too many emotions - one eye had a godly look, while the other could no longer gather light.

He Yu took the initiative to extend his hand in front of him, courteously.

But, that's about it.

Xie Qingcheng did his best to snap out of it, adjusting his posture slightly before he managed to free a hand, but as soon as he touched He Yu's fingertips, the lightly sleeping child in his arms woke up, stirring his little legs and moving his limp body.

"Well ...... seized ......" the small child just woke up, can not say too coherent words, only with a small fist rubbing his eyes, stuttering, "to mom ...... drink milk nai ......"

Xie Qingcheng was worried that she would move around and fall down, so he took back his hand halfway and made it a support to hold her.

He got the baby back in his arms before he said to He Yu, "...... Sorry."

He Yu paused for a moment and smiled faintly, no shade visible between his brows, but withdrew his hand cooperatively, his gaze darting back and forth between Xie Qingcheng and Yaya, and after a few seconds, said faintly, "Is this your child?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Niece."

"Oh." He Yu paused and smiled again.

In fact, with their current relationship, Xie Qingcheng didn't need to explain too much to He Yu, but for some reason, he still spoke to He Yu so directly.

He Yu said warmly, "I'm so sorry, I thought you had remarried, so ......"

He Yu said and laughed a little more without going on.

As the two of them talked, no one else got too close, so He Yu's words fell on Xie Qingcheng's heart alone.

Xie Qingcheng hugged Yaya, the small child was warm, as if it could warm away the ice in his heart at the moment, he looked at He Yu with those unfocused eyes, as calm as he could be.

After a long time, He Yu still asked the half-said question with seemingly little concern.

"Is Mr. Shea still not married?"

Xie Qingcheng : "...... no."

The question was too personal to be asked in an ordinary relationship. But He Yu asked anyway.

Vaguely, Xie Qingcheng's heart seemed to have a kind of expectation that he himself did not want to admit, making his heart gradually have a slight temperature.

However, He Yu's next words seemed like a cold slap in the face.

He Yu laughed, "That's a pity, you have to hurry, your age condition is here after all, if you are a bit late, a good wife will not be found."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him, He Yu still reported to him with a gentle look, but Xie Qingcheng chest of that little bit of heat so cold down.

In fact, it's not just cold, it's almost chilling from the bone.

Xie Qingcheng, after a long period of silence, said, "Whether a person gets married or not has nothing to do with age."

"I know, it's just that you don't look too good physically either, it's better to have someone to take care of you in your old age ...... But all of this depends on Mr. Xie's personal wishes, so just take it that I'm talking too much."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him in silence.

After another moment, He Yu suddenly stared at his face and asked, "Right ......"

"Hmm?"

"I happened to hear someone talk about it before, and I'm not sure, Mr. Xie this eye of yours, is it ......"

"It's out of sight."

"...... Because what?"

Xie Qingcheng, in full view of the crowd, was quiet for a few moments and finally said, "I forgot."

The conversation got to a point where it stalled again.

A guest behind him tentatively asked, "Mr. He, do you want to talk to Mr. Xie for a little longer? Then why don't we go down first?"

"...... No need." He Yu immediately smiled slightly and said in a warm, slow, and gentle voice, "We have nothing more to talk about, I'll go with you."

With that, he nodded to Xie Qingcheng.

"Mr. Shea, it's good to see you again."

He left.

Xie Qingcheng stood in place for a moment-he hadn't envisioned his reunion with He Yu to be like this.

He Yu did not have any direct complaints, did not rehash half of the old events of that year, as if everything in the past with the smoke on the surface of the sea, has long been blown away. But--

"Uncle ......" the warm little thing in his arms moved a little, raised his head to look at his face, sincerely concerned, "uncle ...... you Why are you sad ...... you don't want to be sad, okay?"

"...... Uncle is not sad." Xie Qingcheng said, "Come on, I'll take you to the house to rest for a while."

Yaya, however, raised her hand and touched his beautiful eyes, which could no longer see.

There's nothing wet there, and it doesn't bleed anymore.

But Yaya took her hand and touched it gently, across his lightly fluttering eyelids, and then said, "Uncle, be good ...... and don't cry."

The private rooms are all comfortably furnished, Xie Qingcheng found one with the best view out of the window, and sat down in the room, during which he never spoke.

He finally meets He Yu, but he didn't expect a situation like this - He Yu's tone is gentle, but he stabs him in the heart.

Yaya was very sensible, and when her uncle didn't say anything, she didn't make any noise, but instead clumsily touched his forehead with her little hand, as if trying to soothe him. After about ten minutes or so, she drifted off to sleep once again. Xie Qingcheng also felt very tired, it was a sudden feeling of exhaustion.

He then sat down in the recliner, held Yaya in his arms and rested for a while.

Perhaps his heart was too painful, every beat felt exhausted, he rested, but it turned into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he had a vague dream, dreaming that He Yu went back upstairs and found this box.

He Yu watched from the side of his recliner for a long moment, lowering his head and gently lifting Yaya, who was pressed into his arms, and placing her on the large bed beside him. Then he returned to his side and gazed down at him, one hand brushing up his chest where his shirt was disheveled from the child's sleep, right next to his heart.

"There's no way I can't hate you for being so desperate at the time. Xie Qingcheng ...... I can't help hating you."

But with it came a quivering kiss that landed between the eyebrows.

Stopped for a long time ......

It's been a long time.

It was a nice dream now, wasn't it, even if it said hate, he was still willing to come back after all, and kissed him down in the end.

Xie Qingcheng felt his throat was raw and bitter like a swallowed olive, so much so that he couldn't even make a sound when he wanted to call He Yu's name. The only thing that came out was a muffled, broken voice, very low, falling in the silence of the lounge ......

When I woke up, the time on my cell phone indicated that it was one in the morning.

His cell phone was muted, and the caller ID showed five, all of which were from Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng, and there was a message at the end saying that they couldn't reach Xie Qingcheng, but had to go back to the main house first, so that Xie Qingcheng could see the message and return a call.

Xie Qingcheng moved his arm, probably because of the proper sleeping position, actually not too sore, Yaya of course still lying in his arms, just now the dream is just a dream after all.

"Uncle, are we going home?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's good ...... too sleepy ...... go home and wash Xiang Xiang ......" Yaya yawned, snuggled in Xie Qingcheng embrace, the two went downstairs, the first floor is still scattered some guests in the toast, he sought the host, said goodbye to the host, and then contacted Xie Xue, said he was ready to go back, and then came to the hotel parking lot outside.

The host family did prepare a shuttle bus, but at this time of the year it was the peak of casual visitors and the bus was a bit tight, so you need to wait a little bit.

Xie Qingcheng asked, "Tired?"

Yaya shook her head knowingly, but yawned widely.

This is a remote location, the time is late, call a car is not so easy, Xie Qingcheng is thinking, a brand new Cullinan slowly parked in front of them.

The car was newly bought, the window was lowered, unexpectedly, but revealed He Yu's well-defined face.

"What a coincidence." He Yu said, "We met again."

"......"

"It takes more than fifteen minutes to wait for the pickup here." Seeing that Xie Qingcheng stood still and did not speak, the youth continued to speak lightly, lifting his eyelash curtains with little apparent emotion in his brows, "Mr. Xie, if you don't mind, come on up and I'll give you a ride."