Song Qingchuan took a closer look, his heart thumped, the face on the screen was very familiar - Ji Fanyang.

"Mr. Song? Song Qingchuan?" Feng Ya shook the phone, "You don't look silly, do you?"

"...He's quite handsome." Song Qingchuan put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I suddenly remembered something, so I'll go first."

"Oh? Wait a minute!" Feng Ya watched as Song Qingchuan vanished from sight like a speeding rocket.

Song Qingchuan walked out of the cafeteria quickly, took out his mobile phone and called while walking: "Hello? Dad, you'd better give me an explanation."

"I only knew in the past two days." Lu Qingqiong said.

"Two years ago, I asked you if Ji Fanyang went back to the imperial capital, and you said yes." Song Qingchuan, or Lu Hui, raised his voice and asked.

"He bought a ticket to the imperial capital, but I didn't check whether he went there or not." Lu Qingqiong said, "And I'm your father, not his father."

"I'm going to Zhongchuan." Song Qingchuan said, and then he hung up.

Chapter 55

A man with a tie and a suit and leather shoes came dragging a box at the exit of the T2 terminal of Zhongchuan City, Zhongchuan City, Zhuchuan Province. Song Qingchuan stopped, took off his glasses, lowered his head, wiped them, and put them on again. . For the past two years, he has looked like a weak scholar, shaved clean to reveal a white chin, his shirt was ironed flat, and he was surrounded by the light scent of marine perfume.

"Mr. Song." The person who came to pick up the plane was arranged by Lu Qingqiong, who looked about the same age as Song Qingchuan. "My surname is Huang."

"Mr. Huang." Song Qingchuan nodded, "Are you Feng Ya's friend?"

"Yeah, Fa Xiao." Huang Zili and Song Qingchuan walked out of the airport side by side, "Listen to Uncle Lu, you came here on purpose to attend Mr. Liu's party?"

"No." Song Qingchuan shook his head, "I have other things, but Mr. Liu?"

"The richest man in Zhongchuan has a listed company." Huang Zili said, "His daughter Liu Wei is engaged."

"Who are you engaged to?" Song Qingchuan asked.

"A little-known psychiatrist." Huang Zili said, "I have met him twice. At the party, he has a gentle temper and seems to be controlled by Liu Wei."

"You don't like him?" Song Qingchuan inquired with interest.

Huang Zili shook his head: "I don't like it, I just don't think I deserve it. Liu Wei has a tough temper. He had a fight with his father a few years ago and wanted to tear down the house. I didn't expect to see such a soft persimmon-like boy. , The age they seem to be, that kid is three or four years younger than her."

"Sounds interesting, I have nothing to do today, let's find a restaurant to chat slowly?" Song Qingchuan smiled kindly.

"Okay, my task today is to receive you. If I don't receive you, Uncle Lu will have to peel me off." Huang Zili said, he pressed the car key, and the lights of a black Land Rover came on in the parking lot three or four hundred meters away from them. Liliang said, "I've reserved a table, have two glasses of wine, and let's chat slowly."

"Okay." Song Qingchuan got into the car and fastened his seat belt. "When will Mr. Liu's party start? I'm very interested."

"A week later." Huang Zili drove the car out of the parking lot and onto the viaduct, "Why, Mr. Song wants to visit?"

"No, I should be in Linhua in a week." Song Qingchuan refused, "How many children does Mr. Liu have?"

"Three, the eldest is a daughter, the second is a teacher, and the youngest passed away five or six years ago." Huang Zili said, "At that time, Mr. Liu was very angry."

"I heard Feng Ya say that the youngest son died of illness?" Song Qingchuan asked.

"That's what I said to the outside world." Huang Zili said, "But think about it, if he died of illness, could Mr. Liu be so angry?"

"Yes." Song Qingchuan nodded in agreement, "Are you going to the banquet in a few days?"

"Yeah." Huang Zili turned the steering wheel and drove off the viaduct, "Does Mr. Song eat spicy food?"

"Eat." Song Qingchuan replied, "I don't like spicy food."

"That's fine, I ordered Sichuan food." Huang Zili parked his car on the side of the road, "Small restaurant, I often come here."

"Good food is not on the front." Song Qingchuan said, he pushed the door to get out of the car and walked into the restaurant. Huang Zili came to the front desk and said, "I have reserved a box, my surname is Huang."

"Okay, everyone, come with me." The waiter opened the innermost box in the corridor, "Please come in."

Huang Zili and Song Qingchuan walked in and found a place to sit down. Huang Zili asked for two bottles of wine, looking at his posture, he wanted to give Song Qingchuan a good idea of ​​the current situation in Zhongchuan City.

Psychological consultation room of the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhuchuan Medical University.

The cold-eyed woman was sitting on the sofa, and the male doctor sitting opposite her said helplessly and tenderly, "We agreed before that you can't be my patient."

"Why not?" Liu Wei said, "I think you are the best."

"A psychiatrist can't develop a relationship with a patient." The doctor sighed, "Since we're engaged, you'd better go shopping and choose your dress."

"Fan Zhe, how can you be so gentle." Liu Wei squeezed the doctor's chin, and smiled and rolled her eyes, "Okay, I'll let your next patient in."

"Well, very good." Fan Zhe patted Liu Wei's shoulder soothingly, "Wait for me at home."

"Okay, my little fiancé." Liu Wei kissed Fan Zhe's lips, picked up her bag and walked out of the office.

Fan Zhe's eyes turned cold the moment the door closed. He slowly wiped his forehead and the corners of his lips, stood up and walked into the bathroom to wash his face. When he was done cleaning, he opened the door and greeted the next patient.

"Liu Wei's fiance is called Fan Zhe?" Song Qingchuan said, "It's an interesting name."

"Young psychiatrist." Huang Zili sandwiched a piece of chicken. "He looks very handsome. I heard that he receives the most female patients."

"I can tell from the photos." Song Qingchuan nodded.

"Mr. Song is not bad." Huang Zili teased, "You can compete with Fan Zhe on the same stage and see which of you is more popular."

"Mr. Huang thinks too much." Song Qingchuan laughed, "Mr. Huang, I don't know if Feng Ya told you or not, I like men."

"...?!" Huang Zili was almost caught in the throat by a chicken bone, "What?"

Song Qingchuan pretended to be embarrassed and smiled: "I'm very interested in Mr. Fan Zhe's appearance, if he does anything inappropriate at the banquet that annoys Mr. Liu, you have to help me get him Get it."

"How can I help?" Huang Zili simply put down his chopsticks, lest Song Qingchuan say something shocking and scare him into reincarnation.

"According to the opportunity." Song Qingchuan handed out his mobile phone, "Remember my phone number and send me a text message when the time comes."

"What if he makes Mr. Liu extremely satisfied?" Huang Zili asked.

"Then bless them." Song Qingchuan smiled strangely.

"...You're not going to grab a kiss, are you?" Huang Zili asked.

Song Qingchuan was choked when he was drinking tea, he put down the teacup: "Why should I go to grab a kiss?"

"You said you liked Fan Zhe." Huang Zili said.

"I said, I like Fan Zhe's appearance." Song Qingchuan said, "It's just his appearance, and am I a thief? Do you want to rob Mrs. Zhai?"

"That's true." Huang Zili nodded, "Eat, eat."

Fan Zhe was used to sticking a pen in the chest pocket of his shirt, and he looked extraordinarily gentle and quiet.