Song Yifan does not live in the central area of Cannes, but in a mid-range residential area around the center.
The surrounding is quiet and peaceful, and the community environment is also very clean.
After going up to the 16th floor and Su Qianci entered the room, Song Yifan quickly prepared a room for her.
The apartment is a simple two-bedroom, one-living room apartment with a simple modern style, which is very characteristic of Song Yifan.
While Song Yifan was cleaning her room, Su Qianci walked into the kitchen, rummaged around, and found nothing.
The refrigerator was empty and many electrical appliances were out of power.
Thinking of the suitcase Song Yifan was dragging just now, it suddenly occurred to me that he was... going on a long journey
As a result, he was called back by her own phone call, and as soon as he came back, he helped her with everything.
Su Qianci felt touched and guilty. She closed the refrigerator door and Song Yifan just walked out.
"It's packed. I'll help you carry your luggage in."
Su Qianci looked at him, nodded, and followed him into the door.
The room is not big, less than one-third of the villa.
But it was very clean and warm, and there was a smell of air freshener in the air.
Song Yifan was a little embarrassed and said, "It's a little small. You just have to live here for now. Dad will get you a bigger house later."
Su Qianci smiled and whispered, "Dad, why are you so nice to me?"
Obviously, she is not his biological daughter.
Obviously, he could just ignore himself.
But Song Yifan really treated her like his own daughter, so considerate and warm.
I just happened to glance at his suitcase, and there was a label on it showing that it had just passed security check, and the date was today.
He came back from the airport on purpose.
Song Yifan's eyes regained their usual warmth and he smiled: "Silly girl, you are my daughter."
Su Qianci's heart suddenly felt like there was a stove in it, so warm that her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Don't cry, it doesn't look good." Song Yifan felt a little distressed, "You must be hungry, daddy will take you to dinner, what do you want to eat?"
Su Qianci shook her head. "I have no appetite. I don't want to eat."
"No matter how unhappy you are, you can't abuse yourself. Come on, I'll take you to eat my favorite food!"
Song Yifan pulled me downstairs, and after walking for about three or four minutes, I saw a noodle restaurant.
The noodle shop is very simple and plain, and the decoration is a bit old, but it is very clean.
There was an old man sitting at the front desk, watching TV with a big snow-white cat in his arms. When he saw them come in, he glanced at them with a pair of blue eyes and called out, "Meow~"
The old man looked up with a smile on his face, "Xiao Song is here, didn't you say you were going to London today? Didn't you go?"
"I have something to do, so I came back first." Song Yifan was obviously very familiar with the old man, "Let me introduce you, this is my daughter."
The old man looked surprised, "Oh, you have a daughter? Aren't you unmarried?"
"Goddaughter."
"Hey, she looks familiar. Is she the granddaughter-in-law of that Li? That Li, the old guy who still runs around at such an old age."
"Li Xun." Su Qianci said.
"Yes, yes, that old guy. Are you the Su?"
“Yes…” Su Qianci was a little embarrassed.
She seemed to have been labeled with a label that could not be shaken off.
The effect of that meeting was incredibly successful.
(End of this chapter)