In the stairwell, high heels thump.
Du Ruo ran to the next floor and stopped suddenly.
What are you going to do after you catch up? What should we say when we meet? He saw her just now, but he...
She stroked her messy hair, calmed her chaotic heartbeat, walked slowly to the elevator, leaned against the wall, and waited silently for the next elevator.
…
In the underground parking lot, special assistant Chen Xian quickly stepped forward and opened the rear door of a Mercedes-Benz. Jing Ming sat in and the door closed.
There was a long silence in the carriage.
In front, the driver waited for a while, then turned around: "Boss Jing, are you driving?"
Jing Ming didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.
Du Ruochun has become more beautiful.
In the dark carriage, Jing Ming's expression froze slightly.
He clenched his jaw slightly, his chest unintentionally sped up and down, and his hands were also clenched into fists, reaching the edge of his lips and retracting them restrainedly.
The sound of high heels approached, Yang Shu was wearing a Chanel dress with exquisite makeup, put a half-smoked cigarette behind her, walked to the side of the car and knocked on the window of the driver's cab.
The driver dropped the window.
Yang Shu tilted her head to look at Jing Ming in the back seat of the car: "Is everything going well?"
Jingming didn't answer.
Yang Shu narrowed her big eyes with mascara on, and realized that he was distracted.
She was a little surprised: "Jing Shao?"
Jing Ming's eyes turned quickly and stared at her, but it seemed that he was looking into the distance through her.
She was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"
His eyes gradually focused: "What?"
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Jing Ming took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I'm a little tired."
"It's almost six o'clock," Yang Shu glanced at her watch, "Ask the driver to take you home to rest?"
"Back to the company," he said. "Close the acquisition as soon as possible. I don't like to procrastinate."
"Okay." Yang Shu got up and walked a few meters away, turning her head.
The car was still parked in place. She wondered.
The other vice presidents had already boarded the car behind, and only Chen Xian was left outside. Yang Shu took a puff of cigarette and walked over.
Chen Xian: "Sister Yang Shu."
Yang Shu pointed to the Mercedes-Benz in front of her with her chin: "What's wrong with your young master? Things are not going smoothly?"
"It went well." Chen Xian was also puzzled, "But for some reason, his face changed when he got out of the elevator."
Yang Shu raised her eyebrows.
She finished smoking a cigarette slowly, but the car in front still didn't move, and she didn't know what she was waiting for: "Are you going or not?"
Chen Xian: "Sister, why don't you go up and remind me?"
"Rushing to be scolded? I just saw his complexion is very bad. I guess he is in a bad mood."
She put out her cigarette and got into the car behind.
It was quiet in the parking lot.
After five minutes, Chen Xian was thinking about whether to step forward to remind him, when the Mercedes-Benz in front started. The car that Yang Shu and several other vice presidents took also followed.
After they left, Chen Xian got into his car, drove around a bend, and heard the sound of high-heeled shoes sprinting beside him.
He inadvertently glanced out of the window. Du Ruo, wearing a white shirt and black wide-leg pants, walked past him quickly.
Chen Xian was taken aback, why is she here
Thinking about Jing Ming's pale face just now, he finally understood.
Still thinking, as soon as the car turned a corner, the thin shadow disappeared.
Du Ruo returned to his car, leaned on the driver's seat, stared at the void in a daze.
She thought many times about what Jing Ming would look like when she saw him again, but none of them were right.
The memory of him is still six years ago—wounded, broken, broken.
But the man just now was young, noble, with calm eyes, without a trace of youthfulness from head to toe.
It was not the Jing Ming in her memory.
What happened in the past six years.
…
There was some traffic jam on the way home, and it was past seven in the evening when I got home.
He Huanhuan had sent a message earlier, saying that she and Zeng Kefan had gone on a date and would be back later.
Du Ruo took off his high heels, sat on the carpet and stared blankly for a while.
There was no sound in the small rental house, and it was so quiet that it made people panic.
She was restless and called softly: "Wali?"
The little robot woke up, opened his eyes, squinted happily, and ran to her side, stroking her legs with his small white hands.
She hugged herself and tilted her head to look at him: "Tell me, has he had a good life in the past six years?"
"Woo~~" Wall-E opened his eyes wide and made a cute voice.
He can't speak yet.
She patted his head, suddenly remembered something, crawled to the bedside table, opened the cabinet, and took out the book, gift box and racing car models one by one. There is a box at the bottom.
She opened it carefully, and the platinum diamond bracelet shone dazzlingly under the light.
What he said back then is still in my ears: "I can wear it one day in the future."
She put the bracelet on, just right.
Wally saw the pile of boxes and happily went to clean up the dust.
She turned her wrist, the diamonds glistened.
"Wall-E, is it good?" she asked.
"Woo~~" Wall-E's eyes were bent, and he waved his little hand happily.
"I also think it's really pretty. I like it very much." She whispered, unconsciously twirling the bracelet for a while, then took the computer and turned it on, hesitated for a moment, opened the webpage, and searched for Jingming.
I thought I could see his recent situation, but it was still news from many years ago, and there was no follow-up.
She glanced at the "Car Crash" that filled the screen, and quickly turned off the computer. Pressing the notebook tightly with both hands, he was stunned for a while.
It would be great if nothing happened back then...
If nothing happened, what would they look like now
The Prime company must have grown stronger, and she and Li Wei Wanzi Ang Hewang laughed and struggled happily. And she and him should still be boyfriend and girlfriend, they will definitely quarrel, but they will always make up. Maybe, pregnant, married, maybe.
At least it won't be like this now, full of loneliness at night. The loneliness of walking in the quiet alley after countless late night work overtime.
She took a breath to calm down her emotions.
In August, it was still sweltering indoors.
After taking a shower, she changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, staring at the air conditioner in a daze.
When it was almost ten o'clock, He Huanhuan came back and knocked on her door: "Xiaocao?"
"Eh!"
The door opened.
Du Ruo: "The date is over?"
"En." Just as He Huanhuan was about to say something, Du Ruo sat up and said, "Lend me your mobile phone, I'll make a call."
He Huanhuan took out his mobile phone: "Why? It's mysterious."
"Don't worry about it."
"Eh? You're wearing this bracelet again, oh my god, blind my eyes."
Du Ruo didn't have time to answer, so she took her mobile phone and entered Jing Ming's phone number, and dialed with some anxiety. In the blank tone for the first two seconds, she twisted her fingers on the bed sheet, and heard a female voice that she had heard countless times: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."
Losing his fingers, he let go of the bed sheet, hung up the phone, deleted the record, and returned the phone to He Huanhuan.
Also, how could he still use his old cell phone number
He Huanhuan asked, "What did you have for dinner?"
"Ah?" She looked up, "What?"
"Are you stupid today?" Huanhuan poked her head.
"forget."
"Du Xiaocao, I really convinced you. Can you eat well! Do you want more stomach?!"
"I want it." She looked for slippers with her feet, "I'll cook the noodles right away."
"Don't be too busy. I packed the roast duck, pine nut corn, and Mala cake. I'm afraid you haven't had dinner and haven't put it in the refrigerator. You're in the kitchen, go and eat."
"okay."
"Eat them all!"
"Obey!"
Du Ruo and Huanhuan watched variety shows together, and after dinner, it was almost eleven o'clock.
After washing up, they went back to their rooms and went to sleep.
I don't know if it's because of eating too much or something else. Du Ruo had some insomnia. After returning to China for two years, staying up all night, grabbing customers, and working on projects, it is no longer a sleepless night.
But no matter how hard the night is, I will fall asleep in a daze. Woke up the next day and everything was business as usual.
Du Ruo went to work on time as usual.
When she arrived at the company, she immediately went to Yi Kun to discuss Wanxiang's acquisition. Yi Kun has already found out the news.
"The company that bought Wanxiang, Chunhe Technology."
"Chunhe Technology?" Du Ruo was surprised.
She has heard about it.
Chunhe Technology was established three years ago, with a new name and old experience. The legal representative is Yang Shu, a person I have never heard of, who was born out of nowhere. The company has not taken any action externally, nor has it released any products. But I heard that their internal research and development level has reached the top among foreign counterparts. Occasionally have business dealings with other companies, but the boss never shows up.
Until half a year ago, Chunhe Technology began to frequently make big moves in the market. The means are vigorous and resolute, and it is very clear to acquire several companies that are down-to-earth and practical, engaged in research and development, and engaged in research. With strength, funds, and foresight, he became famous for a while, but outsiders really can't see the depth.
Du Ruo thought for a while and said, "It doesn't affect us, right? Chunhe Technology seems to be doing big things, and it doesn't seem to be on the same platform as us."
Yi Kun glanced at her quietly.
Du Ruo was embarrassed: "That's not what I meant. We are small and sophisticated." After a while, he suddenly asked, "Brother, I think of a question, can you accept Yuan Qian being acquired?"
Yi Kun thought for a moment: "Of course I want to start my own company, but Yuan Qian is not mine alone. It depends on what other shareholders think. But don't worry, you have the absolute right to speak about your project, I guarantee this. "
"Thanks."
He leaned back into the boss chair and thought about it: "If I retire now and go to the beach to bask in the sun, it doesn't seem too bad."
Du Ruo sighed softly: "I also want to take a vacation. I'm almost exhausted." Just after finishing speaking, she cheered up again, "Forget it, I'll talk about it after I finish my busy work."
Yi Kun looked at her for a while, and said, "It's impossible to have a holiday recently, but it's okay to relax."
"How to relax?"
"Someone gave me two tickets to a piano concert, do you want to see it?"
"who?"
"Maxim." He took out the ticket, "If you don't go, I will make peace with Li Qing."
"Go, I like Maxim's very much."
"You take the ticket, I will find you then."
"Okay." Du Ruo put it away, saw that the seat was in the first row and was expensive, and said, "You invite me to the concert, and I will invite you for dinner that day."
"OK."
Du Ruo struggled to find a restaurant.
The ticket price is not low, so I have to pay it back, so I chose a high-end French restaurant in a courtyard.
On the weekend, Yi Kun walked into the restaurant with her, glanced at the surrounding environment, and said, "The ticket was given to me by someone else, so it doesn't cost much."
"No." Du Ruo explained, "I've heard that this restaurant is delicious. It's not good to come alone. I want to eat it myself."
Yi Kun didn't say any more.
The two sat down by the window and ordered a meal.
The handsome waiter in a suit poured water into the glasses for the two of them. When he handed the glass to Du Ruo, he praised in a low voice and politely: "Miss, your lipstick color is very beautiful."
Du Ruo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled sweetly: "Thank you."
Yi Kun glanced at her. She is like this in her daily work, she is extremely beautiful from head to toe, she is completely different from when she was in college, and she has become the company's signature. Many times when he went out to discuss business, he always heard people praise his beautiful vice president.
"Your pre-dinner drink is champagne." The handsome guy said softly, poured champagne for the two of them, and divided them between the two sides of the table.
Yi Kun was about to take a sip when Du Ruo said, "Should we clink our glasses?"
Yi Kun stopped, handed it over to clink glasses with her, and the glass rang softly: "What do you wish?"
"I wish everything well." Du Ruo said seriously.
Yi Kun: "Too greedy."
Du Ruo: "Then make more money."
Yi Kun said indifferently: "Does that mean that the salary needs to be increased?"
Du Ruo smiled: "Can I add it?"
"Yes. Double it."
"Really? Then I will work harder."
"It's not necessary to do things, just dream a little."
"..." Du Ruo was speechless, "Brother, this joke is so cold..."
Yi Kun smiled very lightly, and said, "The bonus will not lose you. The salary increase will wait until the end of the year."
"I'm also grateful for the extra bonus." Du Ruo frowned and raised her glass to drink champagne.
The pale golden liquid flowed into her mouth along the crimson lips.
He glanced at her again.
At this time, the waiter served the dishes. The starters were fried foie gras and smoked salmon.
Du Ruo took a quick bite and nodded: "Well, not bad. I came to the right place today."
Yi Kun tasted it, and it was rare for him to find it delicious.
After the appetizers, came the asparagus soup and pea soup. After finishing the soup, the waiter removed the previous plates and utensils, set up the knives and forks again, and served the main courses: fried sea bass with truffle sauce, duck breast with mashed potatoes and cheese.
The food on the plate is extremely exquisite, which doubles the appetite. Du Ruo picked up the knife and fork, but glanced at his plate.
He noticed: "What?"
"Want to try my fried sea bass?" she asked.
He knew it well: "Okay."
The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and she cut a piece of sea bass for him.
He also cut pieces of duck breast from Shan Ruliu to her plate: "Try it too."
"Thank you." She enjoyed the food happily.
The corner of his mouth raised inadvertently.
After a relaxed meal, the two walked to the concert.
Because dinner was a bit late, when we arrived, there were only two or three minutes left before leaving, and most of the audience had already entered, which saved time in queuing.
Du Ruo followed Yi Kun into the arena and found a seat in the first row on the first floor. Just as he was about to sit down, his gaze casually glanced to the side, and he froze.
Across the aisle, Jing Ming was sitting.
She stared at him in astonishment, but before she could react, the lights in the venue went out.
The concert has begun.