Divorced, still making trouble?

After returning to City H, Qiu Ye's life was back on track.

He went to see the old man who was made ill by him, and then went back to work in the Qiu family.

From Ji Mingzhe accepting him into the bedroom, to not signing the property transfer agreement, to giving up domesticating him... Qiu Ye knew that this would be the final result.

That person was reluctant to part with him, and couldn't really hit him hard.

Thinking of this, the expression in Qiu Ye's eyes softened, he looked at the time, and then dialed Ji Mingzhe's phone number.

"have you eaten?"

"Not yet," Ji Mingzhe said, "I'll be off work in five minutes."

Qiu Ye laughed, "As a boss, you also keep time like this?"

"You must lead by example," Ji Mingzhe said calmly, and then said, "What about you?"

"I'm planning to step down to eat." Qiu Ye said.

Ji Mingzhe hummed.

"I miss you." Qiu Ye said suddenly.

Hearing this, Ji Mingzhe paused while holding the phone, then turned on the computer, looked at the itinerary and said, "I can come over on Saturday."

"Really?" Qiu Ye's eyes lit up, but he continued, "Your company has just been established, so it's quite busy, how about I go over?"

"No, I have time." Ji Mingzhe said.

Until he hung up the phone, Qiu Ye had a bright smile on his eyes and eyebrows. He looked at the sunlight outside the window and felt that there was nothing better than the current life.

Qiu's employees were a little puzzled when they saw the smile on their president's face. They didn't know why their always cold-faced Mr. Qiu suddenly changed his temper, and his proud appearance seemed to be a different person.

Of course Qiu Ye would not tell them how satisfied he was now, but he was not stingy at all to share his joy.

As a result, all employees in the Qiu's headquarters building enjoyed exquisite afternoon tea for three consecutive days.

"You look good," Ding Tang said in the French restaurant, looking at Qiu Ye who was striding towards him, "Looks like something good happened."

Qiu Ye raised his eyebrows, pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him, then touched his face and asked, "Obviously?"

Ding Tang nodded, "I've never seen you so relaxed."

"Did I cry all the time?" Qiu Ye joked with a smile.

"It's good like this. Relaxing may be good for retrieving your memory. You were too tense before."

Qiu Ye responded, and turned to say, "Tell me about you, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, that..." Ding Tang put down the knife and fork when he heard the words, cleared his throat, "I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Qiu Ye was stunned, "You want to leave here?"

"Well," Ding Tang took a sip of the wine, then looked at the glass and said, "I probably won't come back in the future."

"What about your psychotherapy center? It's closed?" Qiu Ye said, "I still have to respect you, you..."

"Don't mention him!" Ding Tang suddenly patted the table, and the eyes of the surrounding customers all looked over.Qiu Ye smiled at them apologetically, then turned around and said in a low voice, "Okay, I won't mention it, you put the fire away." Shanyu~xi~du~jia.

"I will return the money you invested in the treatment center to you. If you have anything to do with Xiao Nian, you can call me." Ding Tang pursed his lower lip, "Don't ask about anything else."

"Okay," Qiu Ye changed the question, "Then when are you leaving?"

"After eating, I bought a ticket for two hours later." Ding Tang said.

Qiu Ye was a little surprised. It could be seen that Ding Tang was obviously angry with Guan Jing, but he couldn't ask any questions, so he said, "Then pay attention to safety, and call if you need anything."

Ding Tang nodded.

After eating, Qiu Ye sent Ding Tang out of the restaurant. Originally, he wanted to send Ding Tang to the airport, but Ding Tang refused.

"Why don't you think about it again." When Ding Tang left, Qiu Ye still couldn't hold back a word of persuasion.

Ding Tang turned his back and waved his hand.

Qiu Ye had no choice but to watch him leave.

After Ding Tang took the taxi and left, Qiu Ye took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Guan Jing to ask how the two were doing, but someone walked up to him and said in a low voice, "You bastard, what are you doing?" Woolen cloth?"

Qiu Ye frowned, looked up at the person in front of him, and then he froze, "Uncle Hong."

"This is not a place to talk," the middle-aged man called Uncle Hong by Qiu Ye looked around and whispered, "Come with me."

Hearing this, Qiu Ye quietly followed him and approached a Volkswagen parked by the side of the road.

There is a person sitting in the driver's seat of the Volkswagen.

Qiu Ye took a look, but he didn't see the other person's face. He could probably tell that he was a young man with a short shaved head and a three-inch long scar under his right ear.

Qiu Ye paused, then got into the car.

"Uncle Hong, what do you need from me?"

Uncle Hong said, "I heard that you reported your uncle He Wenyuan by real name?"

Qiu Ye's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say a word.

"How much do you know about that case back then?" Uncle Hong asked again.

Qiu Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, he glanced at the motionless young man in the driver's seat, then at Uncle Hong sitting beside him, and said reservedly, "Not much, other than knowing that my uncle is the mastermind behind the scenes, nothing else I do not even know."

"Why do you say he is the mastermind? On what basis?"

"Uncle," Qiu Ye smiled, "You have asked me so many questions since you came here, but I don't know why you are looking for me, why should I tell you?"

After hearing this, Uncle Hong looked at Qiu Ye for a while, then took out a yellowed letter from his pocket and handed it to Qiu Ye.

It was an anonymous report letter, the handwriting Qiu Ye recognized was his parents' handwriting.

"It was because your parents rescued the victim, Qi Tongfei, wrote a report letter, and handed it to me, that this big case happened." Uncle Hong said.

Qiu Ye looked at the letter and didn't speak for a long time. The middle-aged man sitting next to him was named Hong Guangshi, who was the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau and the person in charge of the case.

Another point is that he is a good friend of his father.

In fact, Qiu Ye had already guessed that his parents should have given those evidences to Hong Guangshi back then, but he didn't dare to make a rash determination.

That's why he gave the police the news that He Wenyuan was the mastermind of the case, and waited for the other party to come to him on their own initiative.

But even if this person had a letter from his parents in his hand, Qiu Ye didn't dare to trust him 100%.

So he was silent for a moment and said, "Uncle Hong, these things don't prove anything? After all, my parents have passed away for many years, and I can't ask them to confirm what you said, right?"

"The bastard is quite vigilant," Uncle Hong smiled, "Then let me tell you something else, you've been looking for Qi Tongfei, haven't you?"

"Yes," Qiu Ye asked calmly, "Do you know where he is?"

Uncle Hong nodded.

Qiu Ye's expression froze, and just as he was about to speak, the young man sitting in front turned his head just in time.

Qiu Ye looked at him, and his voice broke between his teeth.

"Hello, I'm Qi Tongfei." The young man held out his hand to him.