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C1369

0"Uncle A Li, I'll lead you up."

Yuwen Qingfeng didn't ask anything and respectfully raised his hand to guide them.

"…"

Yuwen Qingge smiled politely at A Li.

"Alright. "Thank you, Young Master Qingfeng."

A Li replied with a smile and his voice was very calm.

The near-black one, the near-red one.

The longer he stayed by Nan Huaijin's side, the more composed he became.

"Uncle A Li, this way please."

Yuwen Qingfeng led A Li upstairs. Yuwen Qingge slowly sat down.

"This person is Uncle Uncle Jin's assistant. What is he doing here?"

Beep, beep...

His phone vibrated.

Yuwen Qingge picked it up and took a look. Recently, a person she had been paying attention to had posted a new Weibo post.

The picture was of a dark night with a lonely star on it.

There was only one word in the article.

[Night]

Yuwen Qingge looked carefully at the picture and a sense of loneliness slowly emerged from the bottom of her heart.

He felt that this person was too lonely.

She wanted to post a message on Weibo, but found that the other party had locked their comment.

After thinking about it, he sent a private message over.

[This is the most beautiful star in the night sky.]

When she finished, she started to panic, and her heart was in turmoil. Behind his ears, it was slightly hot.

She was nervous, nervous, and hopeful.

What was going on?

The other party was merely a stranger who he had occasionally noticed. How could this be happening to him?

She pursed her lips, purposely going through the search.

After watching for two minutes, he went to see if the other party had replied to him.

No.

Then, he continued watching the other hot smells.

Still no.

So many times.

Ten minutes passed.

The other side did not reply at all.

True, who would reply to a stranger's private message?

Yuwen Qingge stood up and returned to her room to study.

The day after tomorrow, she would return to school, and she would need a few more months before being able to return to Pear City.

Or maybe he wouldn't be back for a long time.

"..."

Yuwen Qingfeng led A Li to Yuwen Pei's study.

He lightly knocked on the door.

"Dad, Uncle A Li is here."

At this moment, Yuwen Pei was sitting in front of his desk, smoking. There were four or five cigarette butts in the ashtray on his desk.

Yuwen Qingfeng's words made his fingers burn.

He threw the half-empty cigarette into the ashtray, stubbed it out, got up, and opened the window.

The smoke turned into wisps of white smoke and was blown away by the wind. However, the smell of smoke in the air was still very strong.

"Dad, Uncle A Li is here. He's at the door …"

Yuwen Qingfeng didn't get a reply, so he increased his volume.

Bada …

The moment he finished, Yuwen Pei opened the door to the study room.

As soon as the door opened, choking smoke poured out.

"Cough …"

Yuwen Qingfeng couldn't help but cover his mouth as he coughed lightly.

"Dad, the doctor told you to stop smoking."

"You can leave first."

Yuwen Pei's expression turned cold as he whispered. It had only been a few hours, but he seemed much older. There was a haze between his eyebrows.

"Yes."

Yuwen Qingfeng responded, signaled to A Li and went downstairs.

"A Li …"

Yuwen Pei's throat, which was covered in smoke, was slightly dry.

"Young Master Pei …"

A Li said respectfully.

"Come in."

Yuwen Pei said in a low voice.

"Alright."

A Li walked in and couldn't help but cough.

"Sorry, I …"

Yuwen Pei felt a bit embarrassed.

"I'm fine."

A Li did not complain at all.

"Please take a seat."

Yuwen Pei returned to his desk and sat down.

"Young Master Pei, this is the letter that mister gave you. Please take a look."

In A Li's hands, there was a letter.

He handed the paper over with both hands.

Yuwen Pei's heart tightened.

You can't say anything over the phone. You have to get A Li to come over personally.

"A Li, this?"

"Young Master Pei, you'll know everything once you see it?"

A Li looked calm and composed.

Yuwen Pei took the letter.

He tore open the envelope and took out the folded letter.

Nan Huaijin's handwritten letter.

The vigorous and forceful words were reflected in Yuwen Pei's pupils. His heart tightened and his face darkened.

A Li sat down in front of him and observed him carefully across a desk.

Yuwen Pei read the words three times in a row, and the words were deeply etched into his mind.

Then he took the lighter, lit it, and put it in the ashtray.

Golden flames flickered in Yuwen Pei's and A Li's eyes as their faces flickered.

"Young Master Pei, Mister said you don't have to give an answer so quickly, he can wait for you."

A Li interlaced his fingers and said politely.

"Alright."

Yuwen Pei nodded and his voice became more hoarse.

"Since the letter has been delivered, I'll take my leave now."

A Li stood up and put the chair back to its original position.

"A Li, you finally came. You're leaving after eating lunch?"

Yuwen Pei invited in a low voice.

"No, mister is still waiting for me to return."

A Li politely refused.

"Alright then …"

Yuwen Pei paused for a moment and said.

"Say hello to Second Prince for me."

"Alright."

Yuwen Pei personally saw A Li out of the door.

Yuwen Qingfeng walked over and asked as he looked at the gradually fading silhouette of the car.

"Daddy, Uncle A Li, he …"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Yuwen Pei interrupted him seriously.

"Yes."

Yuwen Qingfeng was confused, but he didn't dare to bring up this topic.

"Father, you went to Qingyun Stage today. Have you seen Auntie yet?"

"Yes."

Yuwen Pei turned around with one hand behind his back and walked into the house with heavy steps.

"Is Aunt okay?"

Yuwen Qingfeng tilted his head and glanced at him. He felt that Ye Zichen's face was extremely bad, and he seemed to have something weighing on his mind.

"She's sick …"

Yuwen Pei was worried.

"Is he sick?" Is it serious? "

Yuwen Qingfeng stopped walking and his hand tightened.

"A cold, not too bad."

Yuwen Pei's low and deep reply was like the thick night sky, causing one's heart to turn gloomy.

"A cold?"2

Yuwen Qingfeng wanted to ask more questions, but Yuwen Pei had already quickened his pace and was walking towards the stairs.

"What happened at the Qingyun Stage today?"

"Also, why did Uncle A Li suddenly come over?"

Yuwen Qingfeng stood on the spot and looked up. A black cloud slowly moved towards the golden sun. The pressure was somewhat low.

The wind began to blow.

The leaves rustled and rustled.

Buzz buzz …

His phone vibrated.

"Yunfei?"

Yuwen Qingfeng picked it up and saw that it was actually his cousin, Bo Yunfei.

Ye Zichen blanked out for a moment, then opened the screen.

"Yunfei …"

"Brother Feng, why is First Uncle's phone not working?"

Bo Yunfei did not greet him and asked urgently.

"What can I do for you?"

Yuwen Qingfeng's gaze froze as he asked.

"Brother Feng, something happened …"

Bo Yunfei was so anxious that he started to tremble.

Having grown up in the Royal Family, he was already 17 years old. However, his personality was not as sharp as Bo Wanzhou's at all. Instead, it was a bit gentle.

"Yunfei, don't be in such a hurry. Slow down …"

Yuwen Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. He raised his other hand and pressed down.

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