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"Didn't get in touch yet?"

"No."

Cheng Xuran was very anxious and held her cell phone: "Where else...where can she go..."

"Don't worry, Xu Zhi is such an old person, she can definitely take care of herself." Xing Jianshu said quickly.

"You don't know!" Cheng Xuran was very upset and said in an excited voice, "She can't take care of herself now!"

Few people know Xu Zhi better than Cheng Xuran.

They have known each other for so long that they have become an integral part of each other's lives.

Xu Zhi lost contact unilaterally and took annual leave from the company. He did not answer calls or WeChat messages. No one knows where Xu Zhi is now.

Xing Jianshu yelled: "Then what should you do? Everyone is going crazy. You are so anxious that Xu Zhi can come back!"

One is Cheng Xuran and the other is Wen Cenjiang.

Wen Cenjiang's appearance was even more terrifying.

I have never seen him so out of control, and he has never been so well-dressed.

"What are you shouting for?" Song Yanqing turned around, looked away from the window, and said in a condensed voice, "Is it any use?"

Cheng Xuran waved his hand: "It's my problem. If you care, it will lead to chaos."

Wen Cenjiang called her, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "Have you found it?"

"No." Cheng Xuran didn't have time to deal with what happened between Wen Cenjiang and Xu Zhi. This was a problem between them. She just wanted to know where Xu Zhi was now.

But there is no way.

No one could be contacted.

Everyone knew that Xu Zhi was serious this time.

Between her and Wen Cenjiang.

finished.

Wen Cenjiang called and asked every day, which made him even crazier.

Cheng Xuran's tone was calm: "Do you think I would tell you even if I knew?" "She is leaving now because she doesn't want to see you, so please disappear from her life."

After hanging up the phone.

Only the busy tone remains.

A bit of scarlet spread to the fingertips in the darkness, burning with pain.

Wen Cenjiang put the cigarette butt on his arm to put it out. The veins on the hanging phalanges were clear and protruding, sickly and slender, showing a trace of extreme forbearance.

As the New Year was approaching, the city became festive, and baubles with lanterns and colorful decorations were sold everywhere. Cheng Xuran took leave and planned to return to Yuncheng, hoping that Xu Zhi had returned to Yuncheng before her.

"Gogogogo! Let's fly!" Xing Jianshu was more excited than anyone else, carrying a big suitcase.

"How do you manage to have more luggage than me?" Cheng Xuran couldn't help but ask.

"Brother is pretending to be my childhood."

"Shit." Wu Shaoyang came to see them off, squatted on the ground and lit a cigarette, his Adam's apple puffed up, rough and rigid, he clapped his hands and straightened up, the cold wind blew across his face, "Stop pretending in front of this little girl. .”

Xing Jianshu sneered: "Don't say bad words in front of your son."

The four or five-year-old boy looked at them with his eyes open. Most of his face was covered by a scarf. His eyes were round and round, and he asked with milky eyes: "When will brother come back?"

"After the New Year." Song Yanqing patted his face, his eyebrows were cold and casual, and his voice was low, "Take good care of your dad."

"I will take good care of this family." The little boy nodded seriously.

Wu Shaoyang:?

Damn it, who takes care of whom?

People are big.

This little kid came all the way from the north to Nanqiao alone. His grandmother was so scared when she found out that he was missing. When he saw Wu Yanyan at the Nanqiao Police Station, Wu Shaoyang almost got so angry that he wanted to beat him up in public. A good beating.

It was Song Yanqing who stopped him.

The child timidly hid behind Song Yanqing, holding the cuffs of Song Yanqing's shirt tightly with his soft fingers, his eyes wide open and silently watching him.