Song Qiyue was holding the phone. After she answered, Jiang Sen said, "Miss July, I'm really sorry, I will disturb you early in the morning..."
At the moment she was in the conference hall, surrounded by the hall music and noisy people, but the sound on the other end was intermittent, and I couldn't hear her clearly. Song Qiyue's pace was frozen here, and a group of people blocked her again. Mo Zhengyan was surrounded by more and more people.
And over there, Johnson was still shouting, "Miss July?"
"Asen, wait a minute, I have a bad signal here." Song Qiyue had to give up temporarily, stopped and turned around, but went in the opposite direction to the outside of the hall.
After she turned around, she didn't realize that it was the man who was smiling and talking to the representatives. His gaze suddenly looked over, and he caught the back of her leaving, getting further and further away, with the words of others in his ears. It has already drifted away, "Mr. Mo, it's been a long time since I saw you. It's really our honor for you to guide us today..."
After walking out of the hall, Song Qiyue heard Johnson's voice clearly, "Asen, is it all right now?"
"Okay, Miss July." Johnson replied.
"Why did you think of calling me?" At this moment, Song Qiyue, who has always liked to ridicule, no longer ridicules.
Johnson said at the other end, "Miss July, are you busy lately?"
"The company is just that, you also know it. But recently, it's okay." Song Qiyue said Zhongken.
"So are you busy now?" Johnson asked again.
His progressive inquiries made Song Qiyue feel more and more subtle, "Asen, what do you want to say? Just say it."
"If possible, I would like to invite Miss July for an interview."
"Yes, but how do I talk in person? I flew to Haicheng, or did you fly to Hong Kong? Or video call?" Song Qiyue can think of only these three methods.
Johnson said directly, "Of course I came to Hong Kong City."
"Okay." Song Qiyue agreed, and she agreed.
"So when will Miss July be free?" Johnson asked again.
Song Qiyue didn't have time to answer, because Shao Fei looked for her and walked out, "Manager Song, the meeting is about to begin, we are going in!"
When it was really tricky, Song Qiyue had to say, "Asen, I have a meeting to be held now. When the meeting is over, I will call you back."
"Okay, Miss July." Johnson understood very well, and he hung up.
After it was over, Song Qiyue and Shao Fei hurried to the hall, and Shao Fei didn't ask much. The two came to the seats and the meeting began. Seeing that the emcee was talking, Song Qiyue's thoughts were still in the call from Johnson Johnson just now.
Johnson's call was sudden, but it didn't seem to be so sudden, as if everything should have come, but he also recognized one thing clearly, and the situation was much more difficult than expected.
In the absence of her senses, the applause drew her back to reality, only to see Mo Zhengyan on stage.
On stage and off stage, they were not far apart, but Song Qiyue frowned when he remembered the moment when he was too late to step forward.
With Mr. Mo sitting on the axis of suppression, the curtain call ceremony this time was naturally a stormy one. Compared with Luo Zheng’s, Mo Zhengyan’s speech was more comprehensive, starting from the details, and then slowly involved in the whole, people can’t help but admire him. The grand scheme of grand plans can be expanded in this way and then continued to expand, until the end, depicting a complete set of systems, this is really amazing.
If Luo Zheng's speech is extremely wonderful, then Mo Zhengyan's speech is too overwhelming. I can't wait to extend it for another hour, I am afraid it is not enough. However, the curtain call came to an end within the scheduled time.
The dinner after the curtain call was the same as the previous few times, but as soon as the meeting ended and was moved to another auditorium, Song Qiyue couldn't wait. She didn't want to wait any longer, and didn't want to be interrupted again in the middle, just exhorted, "Feier, let me go."
Behind him, Shao Fei remained silent, just watching her move forward.
Song Qiyue walked towards him, without even holding a glass of champagne, she walked straight in the direction where he was.
There are always many people gathered around Mo Zhengyan, and this is also the case after the meeting. It is rare for President Mo to come here, so how can everyone not seize this opportunity. Just between chatting and laughing, someone saw her walking straight.
"Ms. Mo." Song Qiyue stopped, she yelled.
Mo Zhengyan met her, holding the wine glass in his hand lightly, still with a faint smile on his face, he replied, "Manager Song."
"Mr. Mo, I don't know if I can take a step to speak." Immediately, Song Qiyue said again.
The people around me were stunned. Although they all wanted to cope with Mo Dasao, no one dared to make such a request in person, and she even spoke up. But everyone knows that Ding Xin, Manager Song, was silent at this moment in terms of his identity and past, and he was suspiciously waiting for Mr. Mo's response.
Mo Zhengyan didn't respond, just looking at her.
Song Qiyue spoke again, "Mr. Mo, I don't know if it's okay."
"Ms. Mo?" She shouted again.
After this, Mo Zhengyan responded, "Well, then five minutes."
When the voice fell, Song Qiyue was already sideways, Mo Zhengyan put the wine glass on the waiter's tray, and followed her. Only a bunch of people around were left waiting, a pair of eyes watching curiously.
The two of them walked out of the hall one after the other, and went straight to the outer corridor, far away from the prying eyes, and even further away from the so-called official banquets. At this moment, it seems that only them are left. There are people passing by and stopping in the distance, without asking.
Now is a good time, for Song Qiyue, this is indeed.
She stood still in front of him, and Mo Zhengyan stopped.
They have not seen each other for many days. Every time they met before, except for quarrels, they were quarrels. Except for endless suspicion and speculation, they were fighting and resisting each other. At this moment, I don’t want to say more about other things, I don’t want to talk about the right and wrong, everything. All left behind, only him and her, only their existence.
It’s just that I still remember what he said before—July, do you believe me.
At that time, although she responded, she did not have time to answer seriously. At this moment, whether it's the emotion that dazzles the head, no matter the ending or not, no matter what the consequences, no matter whether it is wrong or not, but the feeling in the heart is so surging, like a wave, hitting the coast, hitting her. go ahead.
She said softly, "I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, how to get along is good, maybe there is no way to be like before, but, but..."
It was the gleam in her eyes that was certain, such a dazzling, all the obscure sunshine behind her faded away, that bright was better than the summer sunshine, and at the end of this October, a touch of fragrance bloomed.
"I believe in you." Song Qiyue said, looking at him.
Mo Zhengyan stopped in front of her. He didn't speak, but suddenly, he felt that the world was silent. Those who are right and wrong have become so light and so light.
Only a word from her was engraved in his heart and became a mark!
They in the corridor, looking at each other, at this moment, time is too quiet.
After a while, Mo Zhengyan moved his lips, trying to say something, but suddenly, the figure stood there on the side of the corridor. Xu's eyes were too focused, so he attracted attention.
He turned his head and looked away, but fixed his eyes.
Song Qiyue was startled and suspicious, and slowly turned her head while waiting for him to speak.
The people who have been standing at the end of the corridor thought they were just strangers, but unexpectedly they were acquaintances.
It was Johnson who had just passed the conversation.
I saw Johnson at this moment, Song Qiyue never thought of it, but Mo Zhengyan said, "My friend is here, don't say hello yet."