I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 121 This time... I'm not late, right...

Shen Yichen held a press conference before the media came to the door, and put his attitude to the lowest level. In addition, the products with problems have been completely removed from the shelves, so the public has no need to condemn Shen's too much, and things have been going on for a while. It died down.

On October 2016, 10, I heard that this day was the day when Ning Xiaoyuan and He Shuyang officially filed for divorce.

The two officially divorced and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate.

That night, she lived up to expectations and received a call from Ning Xiaoyuan. Of course...it wasn't for her.

Song Qingyue, who was quietly leaning on the bed and reading a book, saw the phone on the bedside table buzzing and vibrating, she glanced at it casually, saw the word Xiaoyuan, she was stunned for a moment, and did not answer it.

When Shen Yichen came out of the shower and the phone had stopped, she kindly reminded her, her plain face was expressionless, "Someone called you just now, see if you want to call back now."

Hearing this, Shen Yichen stopped wiping his hair, walked to the bedside, and picked up the phone on the bedside table.

Before he could wait to check the missed call, the call just happened to come in.

His black eyes froze slightly, and he slid his long fingers lightly, and connected the phone.

"Brother Yichen..."

It was very noisy on the phone, and Ning Xiaoyuan's voice sounded very strange, Shen Yichen frowned, "Where are you?"

"Me?" Ning Xiaoyuan hiccupped, laughing and crying, "It's none of your business where I am! You don't care about me anymore..."

"Shuyang divorced me, he really doesn't want me anymore... bastard..."

Shen Yichen didn't know what he was thinking, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were dark and deep, and he said in a deep voice, "Xiaoyuan, let me ask you one last time, where are you?"

Ning Xiaoyuan vaguely remembered her address, and then told him, and Shen Yichen hung up the phone immediately.

Song Qingyue was expressionless the whole time, and she didn't even intend to stop it.

After being stared at by him, he frowned and looked at him, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't stop you."

"Are you so relieved to let me go out to find another woman at night?" Shen Yichen seemed very dissatisfied with Song Qingyue's attitude.

She thought Shen Yichen's words were funny, "Master Shen, do you think I can stop you from doing what you want to do? Besides, what does it have to do with me if you want to go find me? It's not like you haven't done this kind of thing before."

"Song Qingyue, don't you feel it no matter what I do?"

After closing the magazine, she secretly sighed and looked up at him, "Then what do you want me to do? Do you want me to stop you, or let me go with you? Don't you think I'm stupid Do you want to be stupid for the second time? Don’t forget, you and I are only in a contract relationship now. Since it’s a physical marriage, why should I worry about your affairs? Who do you want to be with? You have to go there in the middle of the night It's none of my business who to look for!"

The hand hanging by his side clenched his fist tightly, his black eyes were as dark as ink, and the bulging veins were faintly visible on the forehead, as if he was holding back his anger.

Shen Yichen pulled the towel to wipe his hair and threw it on the ground, and walked out with his legs wide open.

With a "bang", Song Qingyue, who was still reading with downcast eyes, trembled.

The forced indifference gradually dissipated, and she slumped on the bed like a puppet that had exhausted its strength.

What else can she do?It's not like I never asked him to stay in the past, but did he stay?

He scolded her coldly and drove her out of the car. If it wasn't for the two of them, her child wouldn't have died...

Eye circles were red, Song Qingyue pinched the corner of the magazine, her knuckles were pale.

She tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. Song Qingyue saw black and blue eyes when she woke up.

I used concealer to barely cover it up, and it took makeup to make my complexion look better.

When going downstairs, Geng Chen called her over to have breakfast, and asked casually, "Did the young lady quarrel with the young master last night?"

She was slightly taken aback, "No."

"Oh... I thought the young mistress had quarreled with the young master. I saw that the young master slept alone on the sofa in the living room last night."

"He sleeps on the sofa in the living room?" Song Qingyue was surprised, didn't Shen Yichen go out?
"That's right. When I woke up last night, I saw the young master sleeping on the sofa alone. I asked him, but he refused to tell me. I thought it was the young master and the young mistress who had quarreled."

Song Qingyue lowered her eyes and took a bite of the whole wheat bread without saying anything.

Seeing her like this, Geng Chen cautiously tentatively said, "I think the young master smoked a lot last night, and he must have a bad throat today. Otherwise, the young mistress will help me bring the throat-moisturizing soup I ordered from the kitchen?"

"Ah? Oh..." She was a little slow to react, and after taking two bites, she said that she was full, put down her knife and fork, got up and was ready to go to work in the company.

Geng Chen packed the soup that he deliberately told the kitchen to make in a thermos bucket and brought it to Song Qingyue. She carried the soup like a hot potato.

It wasn't until the company's office that she ordered her assistant, "Help me take this to the president's office."

"But...the president didn't come to work."

"He didn't come to the company?"

The subordinate shook his head, and also found it strange that Song Qingyue being the wife of the president had long been an open secret in the head office. Shouldn't the wife of the president know best if the president didn't come to work?
"The president hasn't come to the company yet."

"That's it...then go get busy."

Shen Yichen left from Shen's house early in the morning and didn't come to the company, so where did he go?

Song Qingyue held the phone in her hand, she was about to make a call but hesitated, after thinking about it, she simply threw the phone into the drawer.

Where did he go and what does it have to do with him?Just stay out of your way.

Shen Yichen didn't show up at the company all day, and she didn't see Shen Yichen when she went back at night.

When she brought the thermos back intact, Geng Chen asked, "Miss, did you not drink?"

"He didn't go to the company."

After replying indifferently, Song Qingyue went upstairs and returned to her room.

She kept the door behind like a thief, didn't sleep much all night, and didn't hear the sound of a car coming in from Shen's courtyard.

Shen Yichen was not seen the next day, even Shen Qingzong noticed something was wrong.

His grandson is a bastard, but he never abandons his work.

Shen Qingzong's overt and secret temptations made Song Qingyue very embarrassed. She left early every day and came back very late, just like taking refuge.

I haven't seen Shen Yichen for three consecutive days, and no one in the company has seen him. Even Shao Ming said that he doesn't know his whereabouts.

"Manager Song, this is the list of autumn discount promotions planned by our department store."

"Oh, put it on the table."

"Manager Song, here is the itinerary and hotel that Mr. Smith will come to arrange next week."

"Manager Song, this is..."

All day long, her office was like a vegetable market, with a mountain of work weighing on her and making her dizzy.

I heard that since Shen Yichen was not here, she was the only one who could make up his mind in the company, so all the ideas were sent to her.

Song Qingyue couldn't laugh or cry.

She was so busy that she was dizzy and her neck was sore.

By the time she finished her work and was about to leave, it was already dark outside.

Glancing at her watch, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, she packed up and was about to leave work.

The elevator reached the negative floor, and the underground garage was dark and silent.

Song Qingyue stopped suddenly and looked back, feeling that someone was following her.

She looked around, but she didn't see anyone, so she continued to walk to the car.

Suddenly, the beautiful eyes froze.

When she sensed someone approaching from behind, she quickly turned around and staggered back a few steps.

"who are you?"

She looked at the man wearing a mask with the peaked cap lowered in front of her, and asked cautiously, "What are you going to do?"

Seeing the shining dagger flashed by the other party, Song Qingyue didn't even have time to call the police. The phone that had already been dialed was knocked down by the other party in an instant, and fell to the ground torn apart.

When he rushed over, Song Qingyue had no time to dodge, subconsciously covering her face with her hands.

Hearing a bang, Song Qingyue, still in shock, secretly opened her eyes.

Song Qingyue was taken aback when she saw that the person who was holding the dagger bumped into the car, and her eyes fell on the person standing in front of her.

The sudden appearance of Shen Yichen who hadn't seen him for a few days was even more frightening than this man who rushed out wielding a dagger.

Seeing the two fighting together, Song Qingyue remembered to call the police. She squatted on the ground and picked up the phone that had been broken into several parts and quickly assembled it. Fortunately, it could still be turned on.

She hastily dialed the police number, "Hello, there is someone on the basement floor of Chenmao Building in the High-tech Zone who is wounding someone with a weapon, yes! It's a person!"

"Song Qingyue!"

Song Qingyue, who was calling the police, heard the shout, her hands trembled in fright, the phone dropped to the ground, and she was hugged into a warm embrace immediately.

Shen Yichen hugged her, snorted, and gritted his teeth to endure it.

"What are you doing!" The patrolling security guard seemed to have heard the voice from here and rushed over, yelling loudly, the man who was about to come up saw that there were too many people coming, so he ran away in a hurry.

Song Qingyue's heart was beating thumpingly, and her body trembled slightly.

When she instinctively hugged him tightly, her hands felt sticky and warm. She turned to look sideways, and was startled when she saw the blood on her hands.

Shen Yichen's face turned pale, and he put all his weight on her body, Song Qingyue's voice trembled, "Shen Yichen?"

"I... didn't come late this time, did I?"

She was bent back under the pressure, unable to support his weight alone, "Shen Yichen, don't scare me..."

He touched his lower back, gasped, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Master Shen..." The security guard who stayed behind also noticed that something was wrong with Shen Yichen, and hurried forward to help him, and called an ambulance by the way.

Song Qingyue held his hand tightly, staring at his face for a moment, so nervous that she didn't dare to blink.

Shen Yichen looked at it and chuckled, "Don't worry, I can't die, aren't you a doctor? Huh?"

"Yes... I... I'm a doctor..."

Song Qingyue seemed to wake up from a dream. She remembered that she was also a doctor. She stepped forward in a panic and wanted to see behind him. The more disturbed she became, the more clumsy she became. muffled sound.

Song Qingyue cried, "I...I don't know how to do it, what should I do? Shen Yichen, you won't die, right?"

(End of this chapter)