Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi returned to Beijing after the first seventh anniversary of Song’s father.

I took the plane that morning and arrived in Beijing, only 1:00 pm.

Xu Jiamu's car parked at the Beijing Airport, and he drove Song Xiangsi back to Suyuan Apartment.

Along the way, the traffic was unobstructed, and we arrived at our destination in just one or forty minutes.

Before getting off the car, Song Xiangsi turned her head and smiled gently at Xu Jiamu, and even the words she said were very gentle: "Jiamu, thank you for this period."

Xu Jiamu unlocked the car lock and gave Song Xiangsi a smile. He stared at Song Xiangsi for a while, then said, "If you have anything, you can contact me at any time. My phone number has not been changed."

After pausing, Xu Jiamu added: "Do you still remember my phone number? If you don't remember..."

Xu Jiamu searched in the car, took a business card, and handed it to Song Xiangsi: "This one has all my contact information."

Song Xiangsi did not reach out to pick her up, but continued to smile at Xu Jiamu.

Xu Jiamu blinked at Song Xiangsi twice, then lowered his head and looked at his business card. After a while, he said, "Xiangsi, I promised your father to take good care of you. Keep my contact information. As long as you need it, I will always..."

"Jiamu." Song Xiangsi suddenly spoke and interrupted Xu Jiamu's words: "I called the director and will continue to shoot commercials tomorrow."

"Didn't I say it? I'll take a few days to take a break from Beijing to shoot, so don't worry..." Xu Jiamu frowned.

"Jiamu." Song Xiangsi interrupted Xu Jiamu again, and then shouted his name again: "Jiamu, the advertisement can be finished in almost a week, and I will go back to the United States next Wednesday."

Xu Jiamu looked at Song Xiangsi's expression and was stunned. After a while, he asked back: "Go back to the United States?"

"Yes." Song Xiangsi responded softly and did not speak anymore.

This time she came back because her father was seriously ill. Now that her father has passed away, it’s time for her to leave.

She was very grateful for his help and care for her over the past period of time, but he and her were separated.

The car was very quiet, and Xu Jiamu didn't say anything for a long time. Song Xiangsi spoke again: "If it's okay, I'll get off the car first."

Xu Jiamu seemed to hear what she said, but it seemed that there was nothing. He looked directly at the street directly in front of him and nodded gently.

"Goodbye." Song Xiangsi pushed open the car door, got out of the car, then closed the car door, turned around and entered Suyuan Community.

Xu Jiamu was still sitting in the car motionless. His hand holding the business card was trembling particularly hard.

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The day after returning to Beijing, Xu Jiamu went to Xu's company. After about ten days of leaving, the work was piled up. He held three high-level meetings in a row in one day. He signed in with emergency documents and worked overtime late at night. He fell asleep in the company.

This was a suffocating day lasted for four consecutive days before finally getting rid of the previous pile-up work. Eighty percent of the time had passed this weekend.

When I was busy with some things, I wouldn't think about it and wouldn't feel uncomfortable, but once I was free, I felt more and more disheartened. In order to find something for myself, Xu Jiamu simply made an appointment with a customer at night and ate a seafood stall in Xiangyuan. Then, he met Song Xiangsi, whom he hadn't seen for a few days.
Chapter completed!