But they are all elderly middle-aged men, and occasionally there is a woman, who is also a middle-aged woman. There are almost no such young and beautiful women as Zheng Yan who have made a name for themselves in the mall.
Nian Xiaomu glanced at it, and sat in her seat very reassuringly.
Open the meeting schedule in your hand.
The first process of the opening ceremony is that the sponsor of this time will speak on stage.
It's a pity that there is no indication on the schedule that it is the Mohist who will speak.
Mogan? Or Mo Yongheng
Nian Xiaomu was sure it was Mo Gan, but after hearing what Zheng Yan said just now, she felt that it might be Mo Yongheng.
According to Zheng Yan, Mo Yongheng is the closest to the Patriarch of the Mohist family, but the heir being cultivated by the Mohist family is Mo Gan.
It doesn't make sense.
Nian Xiaomu also doesn't know the situation of the Mohist family, so she can only wait and see.
The meeting will start soon.
When the host announced that the speaker for this meeting was Mo Gan, Nian Xiaomu immediately stood up straight in her seat.
Clap along with those around you.
From afar, I saw a stalwart figure pacing up to the stage from the side of the podium after the host finished speaking.
Resolute facial contours.
A well-tailored black suit.
While pacing and walking, the stable and noble aura exuding from her whole body caught everyone's eyes in an instant.
Nian Xiaomu stared blankly at the scene in front of her.
Originally, I was just curious about Mo Gan's appearance, but now I just saw his silhouette, and suddenly many fragmented pictures appeared in my mind:
It was a winter.
When it's snowing.
As dusk approaches, the setting sun in the west hangs lazily in the sky.
The vegetation in the yard was covered with snow, and the orange light shone on the snow, making everyone's faces orange.
A woman in a white down jacket stood in the snow, her eyes gently looking in the direction of the gate, until she saw that familiar figure appear.
It seemed to be the same that day.
The man's steps were firm and steady, and he walked towards her step by step.
It's just that there is a touch of anxiety in the process of walking.
As soon as he stepped forward, he asked calmly, "It's so cold outside, why do you still come out and wait?"
"I want you to see me when you come home." The woman replied with a smile.
The voice is gentle.
While speaking, the man had already gently hugged her into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her hair.
The two carried each other into the living room.
The screen changed.
is in the bedroom.
In the room, there was a low coughing sound from a woman. The voice was muffled, as if she wanted to cough, but she was trying her best to hold it back.
Buried in the quilt, curled up into a ball uncomfortable.
Not long.
The man entered the room with a bowl of medicine.
Hearing her suppressed cough, he stepped forward to hug her, and touched her forehead with his hand.
"I have a low-grade fever. It must be because I stood in the snow for too long yesterday." When the man frowned and said this, his eyes were full of distress and self-blame.
"Next time, don't wait for me outside again."
The woman looked at his annoyed look, didn't speak, but stretched out her hand to comfort his resolute face, and smiled at him.
This smile is as holy as a snow lotus.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
The man stared at it for a long time, then came back to his senses, picked up the medicine on the bedside table, and fed her one mouthful at a time.
The picture seems to be frozen in the warmest and happiest moment...
When Nian Xiaomu came back to his senses, Mo Gan had already stood still in front of the podium.
The dignified and cramped atmosphere can reach everyone from a long distance.
With his slightly lowered eyes, as he raised his head, he swept towards everyone in the audience...