Han Meiya subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, and said with a forced smile: "I've been busy at work and haven't had much rest, so my complexion is a bit worse."
Lu Qiuyun sighed and said: "Qiu Ming left, you suffered such a big blow, it's really hard for you."
Han Meiya said: "After he left, I was always depressed, so I used work to numb myself."
"Then your body won't break down like this?" Lu Qiuyun persuaded her: "Meiya, isn't this life just about coming and going? Qiu Ming is gone, no matter how uncomfortable you are, he will never come back. You have to do it for yourself
Stay alive!"
"Yes, sister, I have just begun to feel better recently."
"Find a boyfriend so that you won't always think about Qiuming. If someone stays with you and loves you, you will be able to come out!"
Han Meiya smiled when she heard this and said, "I'm so busy working every day, and I don't have time to find a boyfriend."
"Time is like water in a sponge. If you squeeze it, there will always be time. Otherwise, do you still want to never get married?" Lu Qiuyun said with an angry smile at her.
Han Meiya also smiled in agreement and said nothing.
"Meiya, I think Qiu Ming will be happy to see you have a boyfriend."
"I think he will definitely do it." Han Meiya looked out the window at the winter weather. On the snow, it looked like Qiu Ming was standing there, wearing a white down jacket, with her hands in her pockets, looking at her with a smile.
She also smiled slightly facing the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Qiu Ming nodded to her, then turned and left.
Han Meiya looked at Qiu Ming, who gradually disappeared into the white mist.
"Hey, Meiya!" Lu Qiuyun waved his hand in front of her and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Han Meiya withdrew her gaze and said with a sly smile: "Looking at Qiu Ming."
"Huh? Have you seen Qiu Ming?" Lu Qiuyun looked towards the place she had just looked at, but saw nothing.
"Sister, look, you can't see it. Qiu Ming only appears in front of my eyes." Han Meiya said mischievously.
After chatting, we paid and left the cafe.
"Sister, when will you return to China?"
"I'll be leaving tomorrow. What about you?"
"I have to stay for two more days." After Han Meiya finished speaking, she stepped forward to hug Lu Qiuyun and said reluctantly: "Sister, you have to take good care of yourself!"
"You too. Remember to notify me when you get married. I'll watch you in your wedding dress for Qiu Ming."
"Okay." Han Meiya said with tears in her eyes and a choked voice.
After breaking up with Lu Qiuyun, Han Meiya returned to the hotel.
Song Huaiqian had come back and was sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby, watching the people coming in and out.
Han Meiya saw him at a glance and walked towards him with a smile.
"When did you come back?"
"It's been an hour. Where have you been? Why did you come back?" Song Huaiqian asked.
"Unexpectedly, I met a friend and chatted all afternoon."
"Really? Are we so destined? Do I know him?"
"I don't know."
After Han Meiya and Lu Qiuyun met, she felt much more relaxed after being enlightened and comforted by her, and her obsession with Qiu Ming also became much lighter.
Song Huaiqian also saw the change in her and said, "I see you are in a good mood."
"Well, it's okay."
"Let's take you somewhere." He stood up and naturally held her hand.
Han Meiya asked curiously, but did not break away, so she let him lead her, walked out of the hotel with him, got in the car and left.
The car followed the road and drove forward.
Han Meiya asked curiously: "Where are you taking me?"
"My family." Song Huaiqian said.
"Your home? Do you have property in country C?" This Han Meiya didn't expect it. She simply thought she was here on a business trip.
Song Huaiqian nodded and said, "It's a house left to me by my grandfather."
"Isn't that valuable?"
"Well enough."
After walking for about thirty minutes, the car stopped in front of a European-style house.
"Wow, the house looks very beautiful."
"Let's go in and take a look." Song Huaiqian and Han Meiya pushed open the small wooden door of the yard and went in.
The house has a pretty standard European style, nothing fancy, but it looks very warm.
There was an old butler who respectfully shouted to Song Huaiqian: "Hello, young master."
"This is Miss Han." He introduced.
"Hello, Miss Han."
The old butler asked Song Huaiqian: "Master, are you having dinner now?"
"Now."
Han Meiya asked: "You brought me here to treat me to dinner?"
"Yeah." Song Huaiqian took her to the restaurant.
The butler served steak and red wine.
Han Meiya pursed her lips and said with a smile: "It seems like that."
"Of course, I invite you to dinner, how can I fool you?"
Song Huaiqian poured red wine for her and said, "This is the red wine from my winery. You can try it."
Han Meiya picked up the wine glass, shook it twice, and took a sip.
"Yeah, it tastes good."
Song Huaiqian showed a satisfied smile on his face. While cutting the steak, he said to her: "Tomorrow I will finish my work in the morning and I will be fine in the afternoon. What are your plans?"
"Well, I signed up for a ski group. It will leave at six o'clock tomorrow morning and return at two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Is that so? Isn't it possible the day after tomorrow? I want to go skiing with you." Song Huaiqian asked.
Han Meiya said: "My group tomorrow will not be mainly about skiing. There will be snowmobiles, erhala sleds, and other gadgets. Let's sign up for a skiing group the day after tomorrow."
Song Huaiqian ate the steak, thought for a while, and said, "That's fine. But you still have to pay attention to safety."
When I was almost done eating, melodious music came from nowhere.
Han Meiya turned around and looked around, and asked with a smile: "Where did the music come from? Why did the music suddenly start playing?"
"Maybe the old butler can hear it, right? At this time every day, he listens to waltzes, tangos, and the like."
"It's quite sentimental."
Song Huaiqian put down his knife and fork, stood up, and said to her: "Let's not waste this beautiful music."
He walked up to her, Han Meiya, bowed slightly, stretched out his hand, and asked with a serious face: "Miss Han, can I invite you to dance?"
Han Meiya also stood up elegantly, put her hand gently on his palm, and said softly: "I am very willing."
At this time, the music was playing a waltz.
The two of them held hands together. Song Huaiqian lowered his eyes to look at her, and she looked back at him with her head slightly raised. Both of them had smiles on their faces, and their feet moved back and forth with their steps.
"You are a good dancer, do you dance often?" Song Huaiqian asked teasingly.
Han Meiya turned around and replied, "I have won an award."
"Oh? So powerful?"
"I can do other things too."
Song Huaiqian looked at the confident smile on her face and the joy in her eyes. He felt that it was the right time to bring her here today. She was happy, and he was happy too.