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Chapter 108 Outbreak
That night, Song Yan was flipping through the documents with his laptop in his room. He read dozens of pages of documents for more than two hours and only read the first few pages. The picture kept flashing in his mind, so disturbing that he couldn't concentrate on his work at all.
After a while, the assistant knocked on the door and came in and reported to Song Yanhui: "Boss, I followed the young man named Liang Jinhui. I saw him go to the bar alone to drink, so I went over to talk to him."
"How did he say?
He happened to be in the cafeteria this afternoon, and he sat down with Xia Ershao to eat together. He said that the American's name was Gavin, and he was a dual master's student at F University. During the day when they were doing academic exchanges, Gavin kept staring at Xia Ershao, and afterward went to the hotel to confess to Xia Ershao. "
Song Yan paused for a moment while holding the mouse, her voice hoarse: "Xia Lin... promise?"
"It's hard to say," the assistant said, "Listening to what Liang Jinhui meant, it seems that Ershao Xia didn't agree at first, but he didn't reject it completely. He seemed to appreciate Gavin during the conversation. After all, both of them are dual masters. The strengths are equal, and they have a lot of common topics to talk about. Later, the two chatted, Gavin asked Xia Ershao out, and Xia Ershao asked Liang Jinhui not to wait for him before he left, it seems that I meant to spend the night outside..."
When the assistant said this, he suddenly stopped. He realized that his boss also seemed to be infatuated with Xia Lin, and what he said just now was too straightforward, for fear that the boss would be sad.
Song Yan lowered his head, his face darkened in the shadows, the hand holding the mouse trembled slightly, and the knuckles began to turn white, as if he was about to crush the mouse.
Over the years, he told himself over and over again that he wanted to set Xia Lin free and let Xia Lin find his home. But when things really came, he realized that he had overestimated his ability to bear.
"Okay, let's go out." After a long while, Song Yan spit out these words in a suppressed voice.
The assistant glanced at him uneasy: "Boss, are you okay?"
Song Yan slowly shook his head.
The assistant said again: "I live in the next room. If you feel any discomfort, you must remember to call me."
Song Yan didn't speak any more, so the assistant eased his footsteps and backed out.
Not long after he returned to his room, he heard a few muffled "bangs" from the next room.
Every room in this hotel is covered with thick carpet, if it is not too loud, the people living next door will not hear it.
The assistant realized something, and suddenly his whole body was jolted. He hurried to Song Yan's door, knocked on the door and said, "Boss, what happened?"
There was no sound in the room for a long time.
The assistant knocked on the door for a while, then remembered that Song Yan was inconvenient, so he went back to the room to get the spare room card he had prepared in advance, and finally opened the door and rushed in.
I saw a mess in the room, almost everything that could be dropped fell to the ground, and even the laptop was roughly folded in half.
Song Yan leaned forward and sat down on the wheelchair, with one hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair. An unknown sharp tool had cut a hole in his palm, and he was bleeding non-stop; He wiped most of his face, his tense back was still slightly heaving, and his heavy breathing sounded like he had reached the point of a shot.
The assistant was frightened when he saw it, and quickly took out the medicine box he carried with him and bandaged Song Yan's wound.
Song Yan slowly raised his head, leaned back on the back of the chair, his pupils were out of focus for a moment, then slowly came back to his senses, raised his other hand to cover his eyes, and let out a low, hoarse laugh intermittently
"What's the point of living like this..." He muttered to himself in a hollow voice, "If it wasn't for that promise..."
The assistant didn't quite understand what he meant by "commitment", but he didn't dare to ask.
At this moment, Song Yan's cell phone rang suddenly.
The assistant took it over and looked at the caller ID, carefully asking for instructions, "Boss, it's Song Huaijin."
Song Yanzheng was so angry that he didn't let it go. The other party bumped into it himself. He grabbed the phone angrily and threw it out far away.
The phone bounced on the carpet a few times, but it still rang relentlessly. The assistant didn't dare to pick it up, so he could only stare at Song Yan.
After the phone rang for a while, it finally stopped for a moment. But after a few seconds, it rang again with perseverance.
Song Yan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. If he hadn't asked Song Huaiji to treat Xia Lin in the future, he really didn't want to hear the other party's voice for a moment.
After a while, he finally let out a sigh of relief and said, "Help me pick up the phone."
The assistant knew that his sullenness was over, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to retrieve the phone and handed it to Song Yan with both hands.
He knew that Song Yan and this mysterious person named Song Huaizhen had to send others away every time they talked, so he said very consciously: "Boss, I'll go out first, you can call me when you're done talking, and I'll let the waiter come in and clean up the room."