"Then does your partner have a surname Song?"

"some."

"Do you remember the mailing address?"

The assistant shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, I don't remember, I only know it was a letter from the same city. If you want to know more, you may ask Mr. Yan."

Without more clues, Qin Mingzhu could only say thank you to the person and then go back to the office. He took out the crafts he made and put them on Yan Jiayu's desk. This pair of zodiac ornaments is placed in Yan Jiayu's office, and when Yan Jiayu holds it for pressing documents or something, it is easy to think of him.

I wanted to wait for the meeting and then go to dinner together, but Qin Mingzhu suddenly received a call from Mrs. Su.

"Son, are you free tonight?"

Mrs. Su was going to attend the charity party tonight. Father Qin was originally her male companion, but the temporary company had something to do. Father Qin couldn't come tonight, so she called to ask if her son could accompany her to attend.

Qin Mingzhu hesitated after hearing the words, "Mom, I'll call you back later."

After hanging up the phone, he sent a message to Yan Jiayu about it.

Yan Jiayu came back very quickly.

[Ok, got it. ]

Qin Mingzhu looked at the content of the text message, and his uneasiness deepened. He thought about it and sent another message.

[The party shouldn't be too late, you can pick me up when you arrive, okay?]

[Well, I asked Xiao Liu to send you there, he is already in the garage on the second floor. Remember to pamper your stomach before going to the party, don't go hungry, see you in the evening. ]

A lot of people attended tonight's charity party. Qin Mingzhu accompanied Mrs. Su, greeted everyone, smiled and sipped wine, and then sat down to take a few pictures.

Among them, the jewelry donated by Mrs. Su must be photographed back. He remembered that it was given to his mother by his father. If it was not photographed, Mrs. Su would definitely be sad in private for a long time.

Charity auctions generally have unspoken rules, and things donated will usually be re-auctioned by the host. Rich people are usually reluctant to give away their personal belongings, and the party organizers are not at a loss. They get the auction money to go to charity.

In addition, the donors auctioned and bought their own items and gave high prices, not only to show their financial resources, but also to show that the items donated by themselves are very valuable.

For example, a painting of Qin Mingzhu when he was a child was put up for auction. At that time, the person who took it was Qin Mingzhu's brother in the lobby. He directly paid 2 million to shoot it, just to tell others that his brother's painting was worth 2 million. .

This unspoken rule is basically followed by everyone, except for some unknown foreigners.

There was an accident today. Qin Mingzhu held up a sign several times, and there were always people bidding against him, but it was the same person. He looked for the voice and found that it was not an unfamiliar face, but Sheng Yingqi's parents.

At that moment, the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, because he thought of Sheng Yingqi.

He can see the appearance of Sheng Yingqi from the faces of Sheng Yingqi's parents. Sheng Yingqi's height and facial features follow his father's, and his face shape and skin color follow his mother's.

In fact, just seeing the Sheng family's parents was not enough to make him react like this, and there was a deeper reason. In the last life, he also participated in a charity party, and the person who bid with him at that time was Sheng Yingqi.

At that time, he and Sheng Yingqi were not married yet, they were only engaged. For some reasons, an unprecedented big quarrel broke out between them, so that he didn't want to meet Sheng Yingqi, and refused to answer Sheng Yingqi's phone calls, and even began to reconsider whether Sheng Yingqi was suitable for him.

At this time, Sheng Yingqi appeared at the charity party he attended, and competed with him for the auction in a high-profile manner. No matter which lot, as long as he holds the sign, Sheng Yingqi will follow.

This kind of behavior made Qin Mingzhu half-dead from anger. Later, he couldn't help it anymore, got up and left his seat, but he didn't expect Sheng Yingqi to follow him.

"What are you doing with me?" Qin Mingzhu left his coat in the warm room, and now he only has a thin snow-colored shirt on him. The late autumn in Nancheng is cold and humid, and his words are a little white.

The tall man in front of him showed a sloppy expression, "Where am I following you? Could it be that your name, Mr. Qin, is written in this garden?"

"You!" Qin Mingzhu's already angry heart went to the next level. He didn't want to talk to Sheng Yingqi anymore, not a word.

He bypassed the other party, wanted to return to the previous hall, took the coat and left, but when he passed Sheng Yingqi, his arm was grabbed by the other party, and then the whole person was held in his arms.

"Okay, don't be mad at me. The address I filled in is your home. If you don't believe me, you will ask the organizer later." A low voice drifted into his ears, and his shoulders sank immediately. Sheng Yingqi took off his coat to him, "If you are still angry with me, then I can only kneel down and beg you. Please, wife, forgive me this time. I really want to sleep in peace, you and me I'm so angry that I can't sleep well these days, so I'm afraid you won't want me anymore."

...

Because of this stupor, the jewelry donated by Mrs. Su was not photographed.

"Pearl?"

Qin Mingzhu looked back, her face paler than before, "I'm sorry, Mom, I just..."

"It's okay, I didn't take it back if I didn't take it back. Anyway, I have a lot more. It's you, why is your face so ugly all of a sudden? " Mrs. Su looked at Qin Mingzhu worriedly.

Qin Mingzhu pursed her lower lip forcefully and clenched her fingers, "Maybe I just ate something bad. I'll go to the bathroom."

Since he decided to keep healthy, he has tried to touch as little as possible even cigars. But today he desperately needed a cigar to cool off, so instead of going to the bathroom as he told Mrs. Su, he walked to an empty cigar room.

He sat on the dark green sofa, lit a cigar, took a deep breath with trembling red lips, and the blood in his body seemed to flow again.

It should be just a coincidence. Nancheng said that it is not big or small, and it is not a strange thing to meet Sheng Yingqi's parents. Qin Mingzhu grabbed a wisp of cigar smoke with her fingers, forcing herself not to think wildly.