thoughtful

"But I..." Raymond was still trying to say something, but Lucia had already turned her head away, as if to see off the guests, "No."

Lei Meng shut his mouth awkwardly, his face turned blue and white, he struggled for a while, and chose to exit the room.

Lucia stared at him carefully closing the door, unabashedly "hummed" to express her disdain, opened the door of the office partition, and said to the people inside: "This is the person you like? He gave up so easily, it seems that he also I don't like you that much!"

Song Sifan on the sofa in the inner room closed the magazine in his hand and looked at her helplessly: "Ms. Lucia, you are too cruel. Raymond is not such a person, I believe him."

Lucia snorted again: "Whatever you want, anyway, you can't leave the country of America, and he will retreat sooner or later."

Song Sifan looked at her and whispered something.

Lucia turned her head sharply: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Song Sifan paused, "You look just like a friend I met in Porcelain Country."

"Boy friend?"

"No, he has a boyfriend." Song Sifan sighed, "Your son is not a stallion, can you not think so dirty, I still have normal male friends, okay?"

Lucia was silent for a while, and said, "A GAY, what right does he have to call himself a stallion?" She sneered, "If all the stallions on the farm were like you, they would have been extinct long ago."

Song Sifan felt that he had suffered [-] tons of physical damage: "Is same-sex marriage legalized in the United States? You are breaking up Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. If you force us, we will be turned into butterflies!"

"...What is a butterfly?" Lucia looked confused. Although she had lived with Song Qiujiang for many years and was proficient in Chinese Mandarin, she didn't understand these allusions at all.

Song Sifan put it another way: "Don't you think Raymond and I are like Romeo and Juliet?"

"Nonsense," Lucia walked over and nodded his head unhappily: "How can I force you to death, I just check for you!"

"Ms. Lucia, I'm almost thirty, okay, I can check it out by myself."

"Tch, how can a person who doesn't know their sexual orientation check it out?"

"Gender is not a problem, we are true love, just like you and Mr. Qiujiang." Song Sifan looked up at Lucia beside him, his amber pupils shimmering, "You and Dad also received great resistance from grandpa. Aren't you very happy now?"

Lucia didn't answer, and stood quietly for a while, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, as if lost in thought, so long that Song Sifan almost thought she would let go.

Finally, she exhaled lightly and strengthened her belief: "It is precisely because I worked so hard at the beginning that I don't want you to repeat the same mistakes."

After that, she grabbed the phone from the desk and hurriedly prepared to leave.

When she turned the doorknob, Song Sifan called her from behind, Lucia turned her head and asked with her eyes.

Song Sifan still maintained his original posture and sat on the sofa, the curtains in the room were drawn, the sun was dim and the expression on his face could not be seen, the straight bridge of his nose was like a peak, cutting through the hanging shadow.

Lucia glanced at her watch, she had an important meeting soon, and she didn't have time to spend time here with Song Sifan: "What's the matter?"

"Do you regret it?"

Song Sifan's voice was low, without his usual joking tone, looking at him from the angle of the backlight, his figure and sitting posture looked very much like Song Qiujiang.

Lucia's expression froze.

This kind of Song Sifan made her feel strange, and it reminded her of the boy who fled away from City B many years ago, who was also as stubborn as ever.She hastily said: "How is it possible!"

"Really?" Song Sifan smiled lightly, his tone as light as the wings of a butterfly.He said, "Me too."

An indescribable strangeness swept over Lucia. She didn't want to think deeply about the meaning of Song Sifan's words, so she slammed the door and walked out: "Be quiet!"

Song Sifan sighed, slumped on the chair, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "The method you mentioned doesn't seem to work very well!"

"That must be because you don't imitate me enough!" The other party disagreed, "How could my wife be indifferent to me!"

Song Sifan thought about the expression on Lucia's face when she slammed the door at the end: "I was moved, but she didn't even allow me to fall in love freely with tears in my eyes!"

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I can only announce with regret that Plan A has failed!" Song Sifan held his forehead, "It seems that we can only start Plan B."

"Have you considered it?"

"Ah."

"What if it fails?"

"If you fail, you won't be confessed, don't worry."

"Then you find a chance to return the phone to me, and let your mother know that I secretly gave you the phone, and I will kneel down on the keyboard again when I go back."

"Understood, wait a little longer." Song Sifan agreed to him perfunctorily, talked a few more words about PlanB's arrangement, and then hung up the phone.

He called up Raymond's mobile phone number, rubbed his fingers on the screen for a long time, the background light flickered several times, and finally dialed another number.

"Hey, grandpa..."

***********

Raymond was not discouraged by the first day's hurdles. In fact, seeing Lucia was much better than he expected, and he was even prepared to be rejected.

Back at the hotel, Lei Meng changed his clothes, turned on the computer and glanced through the emails in a hurry. Because of the jet lag, it was already late at night in Ciguo, and Xu Yao helped him deal with most urgent matters during the day.Lei Meng wrote emails to Xu Yao and Yang Qili to tell them that he arrived smoothly, but he concealed the details of meeting Lucia, only saying that he might stay in the United States for a while.

Then, he turned off the computer, went out for a walk, and planned to find a small restaurant to fill his stomach, but when he saw the menu written on the small blackboard outside the restaurant, he exchanged it into porcelain currency, and the price was really unbearable. Sorry.

He began to appreciate the pile of food that Xu Weichen stuffed him in front of the plane, saving his meal money, at least he could last a few more days in the United States.

It may be that he was too optimistic, so the extreme joy turned into sorrow. When he went to the headquarters of the Zia Group in high spirits the next day, he was blocked from the door.

The sweet girl at the front desk rejected him while maintaining a sweet smile: "I'm sorry, the president is very busy now, and I really don't have time."

"Is there really no such person as Song Sifan?"

"I've already searched for you up and down, but there really isn't this one. Did you remember wrongly?"

misremembered?How is it possible... Lei Meng lingered at the door depressedly. As Lucia's only son, Song Sifan couldn't possibly have never set foot in the family business... Could it be that the name Song Sifan is a fake name?

Lei Meng shook his head, expelling this absurd idea from his mind, Song Sifan would not be so boring... But once the seeds of doubt are planted, any drop of rain will make it grow wildly in his heart.Raymond had to endure the cold eyes of being rejected thousands of miles away, and he also endured the anxiety and fear, and two weeks passed like this.

The little cash he brought with him was quickly consumed in the vile capitalist country, and he didn't have a credit card that could accept rice yuan.

On a rare trip abroad, Lei Meng even shared a little money to buy souvenirs for Lei Meng and Li Yuping. Lei Zhentian's illness made the whole family feel cloudy, and hoped that the small gift would make them happy.

Although the round-trip air ticket has been booked long ago, but who can guarantee that there will be no need for money on the way, Raymond dare not spend the last cash, this is the last day of his stay in the United States.

Unsuccessful, they become benevolent.

If you still can't meet Song Sifan smoothly today, then... completely forget about him.I have tried my best, and it is meaningless to procrastinate any longer. I can't catch up with work and relatives.Lei Zhentian's recovery still needs money, and Lei Meng is still in school, so he can work hard and earn money to support his family when he returns home.

With that in mind, Raymond embarked on the final journey.

Seeing you every day for nearly half a month, the sweet girl at the front desk has already known him.Usually, before Lei Meng spoke, she would automatically start calling the president's secretary.Today, Tian Niu seemed a little absent-minded, she turned her body sideways and stared intently in one direction. Raymond had already walked in front of her, and then she could barely look back, as if she had just discovered his existence, and asked helplessly: "Why are you here again?" gone?"

"Hey, I still have to trouble you today." Raymond felt a little embarrassed.

"I can't be bothered today," Tian Niu had fully seen how poor Raymond's English was, so she deliberately slowed down her speech, "The president is out and not in the company."

"Where did you go? Are you coming back today?" Raymond thought about the departure time of the flight, wondering if he could wait until Lucia came back.

"Today the president took the heir to the development conference."

"Heir?" Raymond grasped the point keenly.

"Yes," Tian Niu blinked and gestured to the side, "He is the only son of the president, Zia's only heir."

Isn't that... Song Sifan?

Raymond followed her gaze, and it turned out that she had been staring at the TV in the lobby before he came.

It seemed that the press conference hadn't started yet. In a studio-like place, a female anchor was introducing the background of Zia Group and Song Sifan's identity.The female anchor spoke too fast, and Lei Meng couldn't understand what she was talking about at all, but only vaguely heard a few English words of Zia and Samuel.

When the camera turned, it was facing Song Sifan who was sitting on the rostrum.He looked the same as when he was separated, and his complexion was not bad. His flaxen hair had obviously been carefully groomed and was slightly cut short. With the tailored suit, he looked even more heroic.

The camera gave Song Sifan another close-up, as if aware of the existence of the camera, Song Sifan smiled this way, his brown eyes were rippling, Tian Niu let out a small exclamation, and held her cheeks with both hands intoxicated.

Raymond watched his every move greedily, wishing he could get into the TV and tell him that he was in the United States.

Someone nearby was talking to Song Sifan, and he leaned over to listen.With his movements, a slit on one side of the straight suit was exposed, and a small spot of light shone on the tie.

Thanks to the high-definition video camera, Raymond saw it clearly—it was a Montblanc tie clip.

The author has something to say: After looking at the outline, the countdown to the end of this article has begun, and I suddenly feel a little bit reluctant...

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