Chapter 402
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"I'm sorry, I seem to have entered the wrong room …" Cheng Qingchong replied with an apologetic smile. As she closed the door, she purposely raised her voice and mumbled to herself, "Weird, I was told this is the room Song Qingchun is staying in, so why isn't it right?"
When Cheng Qingchong closed the door, Qin Yinan lowered his head to continue reading. However, when he heard the name 'Song Qingchun', he raised his head subconsciously to call out to Cheng Qingchong, who was closing the door. "Wait a minute …"
Cheng Qingchong poked her head into the room and greeted Qin Yinan with a "hmm?"
"Who did you say you were looking for?" Qin Yinan asked.
"Song Qingchun …" Cheng Qingchong's slightly troubled face suddenly brightened with anticipation. "Sir, do you know Song Qingchun? Then, can you please tell me where Song Qingchun's room is? "
Qin Yinan closed the book and replied, "She left the hospital two days ago."
"Huh?" Cheng Qingchong pretended to be shocked. Internally, she praised herself for her acting skills. It was such a shame that she didn't go to Beijing Film Academy. Then, she grumbled softly in annoyance, "She left something very important with me, and I purposely came here to give it to her …"
Cheng Qingchong raised her head to look at Qin Yinan.
She had only found out that CEO Su had sent her to look for Miss Song's childhood sweetheart brother. It was the crying and laughing man she had seen at the door of Eldorado's bathroom.
To be precise, this was the third time she had seen him. The first time was at Dior's product launch. At the time, he was dressed in a suit, but this time, he was covered in bandages, and his face was swollen and bruised.
The world sure is small … Cheng Qingchong thought to herself, but she put on a face like she knew nothing and asked, "Excuse me, are you friends with Song Qingchun?"
"Song Song and I grew up together."
"In other words, you two know each other very well?"
Qin Yinan nodded.
Cheng Qingchong asked in a negotiating tone, "Then, can I leave this box with you for now? Please pass it to Song Qingchun. I need to catch a plane later, so I'm afraid I won't be able to contact her."
"Sure." Qin Yinan nodded helplessly. Then, he subconsciously wanted to get out of bed to take the box, but when he sat up, he saw his leg in a cast. He smiled apologetically at Cheng Qingchong and pointed at his leg, saying, "I'm having difficulty moving, can you bring it over?"
"Sure." Cheng Qingchong smiled brightly and walked into the room with the box. She even asked, "Erm, may I ask, what's your name? When I call Song Qingchun later, I can let her know.
"Qin Yinan."
Cheng Qingchong had heard his name at Dior's product launch, but she had forgotten about it. Now that she heard it again, she realized how comforting his name was.
"Mr. Qin, nice to meet you. My name is Cheng Qingchong."
Cheng Qingchong gave Qin Yinan a simple self-introduction, and just as she was about to reach the bed, her high heels suddenly slipped. Her body swayed, and the box in her hand flew out, landing right in the middle of Qin Yinan's bed.
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