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For three hours, it was freezing cold outside.

Leng Qingqing didn't think Huo Jingsen would wait forever.

I tentatively sent a message, but actually I didn’t hold out much hope.

"Where are you now."

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingsen replied immediately.

Huo Jingsen sent a real-time location, and the distance between the two was only a hundred meters.

Leng Qingqing was slightly startled. Still there?

The system made a sharp beep: "!!! This is love."

The system's words were serious: "Qing, there are not many men who can reply to their wives' messages instantly, so you must take advantage of it."

Leng Qingqing put away her phone and said, "I'm going to find Hengheng."

It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening and it's time to go home and go to bed.

Leng Qingqing held the sleeping Hengheng and walked out of the back door of the hotel. A black car parked quietly in the darkness.

The car door opened, and Huo Jingsen walked up to her and hugged Hengheng over.

Using the dim street lights at the intersection, Leng Qing raised his head and carefully looked at his eyebrows. A week had passed, and it seemed that there was no difference from before.

"It's cold outside," he said. "Get in the car."

The heating inside the car is very full, and it seems to be two different worlds from the outside.

Leng Qingqing fastened her seat belt and asked accidentally: "Xu Zan said you have been waiting outside, why don't you go in?"

The meaning of "entering" is not just entering the hotel.

Huo Jingsen said calmly: "You obviously don't like me to go."

He already knew this, but he still hesitated between going and not going.

After seeing her, he knew he had done the right thing.

Leng Qingqing was a little dumbfounded by the rhetorical question.

His behavior is already the answer. If he didn't know the answer, he would not regret it before entering the market.

I had to change the subject.

"You also contacted Xu Zan specifically?"

When Xu Zan came out holding a sign with "Mr. Huo" printed on it, the comedy effect was not as strong as usual.

How did two people who had no contact with each other plan this?

Huo Jingsen took Hengheng's head into his arms and said in a faint tone, "No, we met by chance."

Xu Zan was just a passerby who was caught innocently.

He came to celebrate Leng Qingqing. As a manager, he suddenly realized some responsibility on the day when the artist's variety show ended. He came to the scene with flowers in his arms, hoping to surprise the artist.

Then, he met the artist’s husband.

At first, Xu Zan didn't know that the young man sitting in the black car parked on the roadside was the husband of his own artist.

He just walked towards the back door of the hotel holding the huge bouquet of bright roses.

A faint male voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Xu Zan?"

"Are you...?" Xu Zan turned around and stared at the visitor in confusion.

Even with his critical eye as a gold medal agent, this is still a very eye-catching and angular face.

However, after looking at the black car and the license plate number behind the man, Xu Zan immediately gave up the idea of ​​giving him a business card.

"First time meeting." The young man came over, stretched out his hand to him, and said in a low and pleasant tone, "My surname is Huo."

Your surname is Huo? Xu Zan's always smart brain actually slowed down by two beats at this moment.

Looking at those inexplicably familiar eyebrows, an impossible idea emerged from Xu Zan's heart. He swallowed, "Are you... Hengheng's father?"

The man said nothing, nodded slightly, and acknowledged his identity.

Xu Zan felt that he was frightened, and his narrow eyes widened - was he really here? !

Huo Jingsen looked at him with calm black eyes: "This flower is..."

Xu Zan lowered his head and saw the ninety-nine roses in his arms, and his face immediately panicked: "...I went late, there was only this handful left in the flower shop..."

It was a young couple who broke up and didn't want it, so he missed it.

A drop of cold sweat ran down Xu Zan's forehead.

Don’t get me wrong, don’t get me wrong, whose manager sends red roses to his artists!

Fortunately, the man did not dwell too much on this issue and glanced at the blooming roses in Xu Zan's arms.

Xu Zan subconsciously hugged the flowers in his arms tightly, feeling that the flowers were about to wither from fear.

**

After Leng Qingqing left, Jiang Mingzhu grabbed a staff member who was packing up for evacuation.

"Where's Ye Fei?"

As I approached Jiang Mingzhu, I could smell the smell of alcohol coming from the staff. It was obvious that everyone had drunk a lot.

The staff member's eyes were blurred, he scratched his head and looked around: "Ye Fei..."

"Ye Fei has been picked up by people from the orphanage."

It had been half an hour since they left, but he personally escorted her out of the hotel door. He didn't forget the scene where the dean personally thanked each staff member one by one. It was so polite.

Fortunately, the staff did not forget the important things.

Jiang Mingzhu got the answer and stood there blankly, with a trace of anger on her face.

"Picked up by people from the orphanage? People from the orphanage are here? Don't they know I'm here?"

As a donor who donated a large amount of money to the orphanage, people from the orphanage came to the hotel and did not even come to see her.

"They are indeed a bunch of poor people."

Jiang Mingzhu said sarcastically.

Not even the most basic manners.

Ye Fei has already left. The task her mother gave her cannot be completed today and can only be discussed tomorrow.

On the way back, Jiang Mingzhu sent someone to contact the reporter, planning to make some noise tomorrow.

In fact, the dean didn't go to see Jiang Mingzhu. It was just the first time he entered such a luxurious hotel. He was afraid that his behavior would be inappropriate, so he thought of picking a time to pay a special visit to express his gratitude.

The dean had no idea that his unintentional act had caused such a big misunderstanding to Jiang Mingzhu.

Ye Fei returned to the orphanage from the luxurious hotel.

At night, he lay on his small bed, holding the stuffed doll in his arms tightly. Hearing the familiar murmuring and grinding of teeth from the little fat boy next to him, he felt a sense of peace that he had not seen for a long time.

Compared with the big bed in the hotel before, the mattress of the small bed is hard, but the quilt is very warm, giving people a sense of security.

He huddled into the quilt, like a kitten shrinking into its nest. After a while, the sound of even breathing began to sound shallowly.

That night, Ye Fei had a good sleep for the first time in a long time.

He had a dream. In this dream, there was Brother Hengheng, Aunt Qingqing, as well as many program staff, guest uncles, guest aunties...

Ye Fei dreamed that he actually moved into a big house and had his own room, which was right next to Hengheng's brother's room, separated only by a door.

On the wall between them, Aunt Qingqing opened a small door. The two of them could pass through the door and whisper to each other.

By the way, there is also a puppy named Laifu in the big house.

At the end of the dream, Brother Hengheng stood in front of the small door, waving to him and saying that he was leaving.

Ye Fei wanted to keep his brother Hengheng and didn't want him to leave. Tears blurred his face. In his blurred vision, he saw the small door closed forever.

He rushed over and grabbed the doorknob with both hands, but the door couldn't be shaken.

Ye Fei was sleeping when he heard a harsh ringing sound. He later remembered that this was the ringing sound used to wake up the children in the morning.

Ye Fei looked around blankly, and everything around him suddenly fell into pieces.

He heard the sounds of children around him getting up, rustling and folding quilts to make their beds. That was a sound engraved in his mind. He heard it every day and was never absent.

"Auntie, Ye Fei stayed in bed!"

As soon as Xiaopang's sharp voice sounded, Ye Fei opened his eyes from his sleep, immediately turned over and sat up from the crib, and quickly put himself in order, as if by conditioned reflex.

The nurse aunt who was checking on the children to make their beds just glanced here with a smile.