Half a minute before the text message was sent, Song Qingchun received a call from Cheng Qingshang.

Song Qingchun stared at the three words "Cheng Qing Cong" on the caller ID for about half a minute before sliding the screen and putting the phone to his ear.

"Ms. Song, hello." Cheng Qingcong on the phone asked well, without giving her the opportunity to speak, so she apologized to her first: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

"Well... it doesn't matter..." Song Qingchun paused and asked, "Miss Cheng, what are you doing with me?"

Cheng Qingcong: "This is the case, Miss Song, I suddenly couldn't contact Mr. Su ten days ago. There are many things on the company's side waiting for him to make a decision, so I can only venture to ask you here Ask, see if you know where President Su is now?"

It turned out that Miss Cheng called her to come to Su Zhinian... but he didn't have any contact with her now, how could she know where he was?

Song Qingchun leaned on the bed and stared at the TV set in front of her. Her eyes were a little dry. She swallowed a spit and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Cheng, I don't know his whereabouts."

"It turns out that Miss Song, you don't know where President Su is..." Cheng Qingcong's voice was a little disappointed. She seemed to hesitate about something. After a while, she opened her mouth again: "Miss Song , I wonder if I can trouble you?"

"You said……"

"Many people on my side contacted President Su, but he didn't answer any of them... So, could you please call President Su and ask him where he is?"

Calling Su Zhinian, I am afraid that it is in this world that she is the least qualified to call him.

Song Qingchun subconsciously squeezed the phone, and for a long time no sound came out.

Cheng Qingcong seemed aware of her embarrassment, and was quiet for a long while before asking: "Miss Song, isn't it convenient?"

"Well, I'm abroad, it's really inconvenient." Song Qingchun blinked and pressed the soreness of the fundus: "I still have something. If you have nothing else, I will hang up first. Bye."

After finishing his speech, Song Qingchun hurriedly hung up the phone.

Song Qingchun turned off the machine, closed his eyes, and even fell asleep.

She didn't know what she was thinking in her mind, so she lay so chaotically. In the middle of the night, there was thunder outside the window, and there was a heavy rain. She was almost vague until the early morning. Go to sleep.

Wake up again, it was noon.

In the rainy Tokyo, the sky is exceptionally blue, Song Qingchun first ate lunch in the hotel’s cafeteria, then returned to the room, carefully dressed, and brought the wallet out of the hotel.

Song Qingchun is purely Japan, and she has never done any strategy in advance, so she went where she wanted and where she wanted to play.

When she passed a square, she saw a group of people painting oil paintings in front of a large canvas.

She, who had studied art but was not superb, still paid for it and played with everyone.

Song Qingchun has always felt that her journey of healing hurts is full of story color. She made friends, was confessed, picked up her wallet, and danced the square dance... but she did not expect to play the second place in Tokyo. God, also staged a scene that was snatched from the street.