She couldn't stand the book anymore. She lay on her bed and turned over and over, with complicated and entangled content in her mind. She couldn't fall asleep for a long time. It wasn't until late at night that she lay down the quilt and fell asleep in a daze.
Mo Shiqian simply calculated the time difference and called her at eight o'clock in the morning in Lancheng.
The cell phone is muted and lights up next to the pillow. The woman is still sleeping.
At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Paris time, he was sitting in a cold office, holding his eyebrows with his fingers, looking down at the cell phone that was automatically hung up. He didn't know whether she was awake or unwilling to answer his call.
Finally, he slowly weaved a text message and sent it.
As soon as I put down my phone, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in."
The person who walked through the door was Song Shu. She was wearing a simple and smart professional attire. She was a little less aura than Wen Yi, but more exposed and soft. "President, Kang Ding said you were looking for me."
"Well," the man didn't even raise his head. He picked up the prepared documents from the side and handed them over. His deep and pleasant voice was very calm, "You handle this matter personally."
Song Shu glanced at him, stretched out her hand to take it, lowered her head and swept it quickly. Her beautiful face showed surprise, and she subconsciously asked, "Have you divorced your wife?"
"Um."
Song Shu opened her mouth, not showing too much shock out of professionalism, but the turmoil in her heart did not subside for a while. She is now the department manager of the ER Public Relations Department, and it is indeed her responsibility to announce the divorce. deal with.
She asked tentatively, "Madam...it seems she didn't come back with you this time?"
Mo Shiqian looked up at her and said lightly, "Is there anything else?"
Song Shu naturally understood what he meant, held the document with her fingers, lowered her head and said, "President, I'm going out first."
He didn't reply, and his eyes fell back on the laptop screen.
… …
After Chi Huan got up, he naturally saw his missed calls and text messages—
[Huanhuan, call me back when you wake up.]
Come on, come on, don’t you know if you can call me again after some time
She threw her phone into the bed, got out of bed, washed up, tied her hair and came out just in time to see her phone light up. She pursed her lips, and finally walked over and picked up the phone.
The caller ID turned out to be Mo Shiqian.
She pursed her lips and finally accepted it.
"get up?"
"Um."
The man chuckled, "Why didn't you call me back?"
She said in a rather calm tone, "I have nothing to do to find you."
"Have you had breakfast?"
"without."
"Then you go eat first, and then call me after you finish. If you don't call, I'll get back to you in an hour."
Chi Huan, "..."
She picked up the phone.
This man really said something that made people angry.
It was quite late. She went through the inventory she bought the day before yesterday. It was too late to cook porridge or anything else at this time. She made a simple sandwich and made a cup of hot milk to satisfy her stomach. She thought about whether she should eat it by herself at noon. Cook and eat in the apartment.
An hour later, Mo Shiqian's call came as promised.
She didn't want to pick it up, but thinking that he was in Paris now, she picked it up anyway. She sat in the huge swivel chair in the study and looked at the bright roses on the desk.
She said calmly, "You have something to tell me."
He said in a low voice, "I received the news yesterday. I wanted to call you on the way to the airport, but someone kept reporting to me... You hung up again when I called you."
Chi Huan sneered, "Is it my fault?"
"Blame me."
She took it for granted but said nothing.
During these few seconds of silence, Chi Huan heard a woman's voice faintly ringing on the other end of the phone. It was soft, comfortable, and clear and organized, "President, this is a statement. Please take a look at it. If there is no problem, I will make it happen tomorrow morning." Send people out.”
This voice…
After five years, Chi Huan has come into contact with so many different people over the years. For someone like Song Shu, who has only met and chatted a few times, he shouldn’t have remembered her voice, but as soon as she was born, she Recognized.
She heard Mo Shiqian humbly say, "Put it down, I'll look at it later."
"OK."
After a few more seconds, probably when Song Shu left, the man's indifferent tone became slightly gentler, "There are a lot of things here, and it will take some time to deal with them-"
He paused, and Chi Huan clenched her cell phone for no reason. She couldn't explain how she felt. She also knew that there must be a lot of things waiting for him to deal with over there. Now that Wen Yi was sent to Jiangcheng by him, the matter was... More.
But think about their relationship, they fell out after one day of reconciliation, and the next day he returned to Paris.
It was supposed to be a time to bridge the gap and cultivate feelings, but the two places were separated, not even in the same time zone, and simply not in the same world.
Then, she heard Mo Shiqian say lowly and slowly on the other end, "If you don't accept the script recently, come to Paris and stay with me. When everything is over, I will accompany you to settle in Lancheng."
Chi Huan was startled, or to be precise, she was confused, "What?"
"Come and stay with me for a while."
Who asked this sentence? She asked about the latter sentence.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Shiqian whispered in a bewitching tone, "Just treat it like you're here for a few days, whether it's traveling or shopping. If you have another job, you can go back, okay?"
Chi Huan has become lazy again after returning to the top. When she was relatively poor, she used to strive for various advertisements to make money. Now she basically makes movies, does endorsements, occasionally accepts advertisements, and basically doesn't do anything else.
In the past, Tang Yueze used her as a cash cow to exploit her, but now with Mo Shiqian's relationship, he would turn a blind eye even if she was all kinds of willful and powerful.
Chi Huan did not answer the question. Instead, he said something irrelevant, "Is the one who spoke just now Song Shu?"
Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows, "Can you hear this?"
"She is your secretary?"
The man didn't say anything and smiled, still the kind of smile that sounded particularly happy.
Chi Huan was so angry that he laughed, "If you laugh again, I'll hang up."
His voice was low and mellow, and there was a hint of laughter in it, "Jealous?"
She snorted coldly, "I've never been jealous of your wife, I'm jealous of hers."
"Then you have a special question?"
"do you have any opinion?"
"No," the man replied in a gentle voice, "She is a department manager. She doesn't have many opportunities to have direct contact with me at work, and she has had a stable boyfriend in the past few years."
"Then you have a special question?"
"do you have any opinion?"
"No," the man replied in a gentle voice, "She is a department manager. She doesn't have many opportunities to have direct contact with me at work, and she has had a stable boyfriend in the past few years."