If it was only a moment before, and there was still a moment of relaxation, then in the blink of an eye it became ice, and the air could freeze. Mo Zhengyan's eyes became colder in that October, in the cold wind of October. He didn't say a word, just looked at her.
Song Qiyue's words arrived at this moment, but they were all finished, she also looked at him and waited for his response.
But then, he suddenly grabbed her hand!
Song Qiyue couldn't react, only knowing that his hand was held by him, but he abruptly grabbed him and dragged her forward.
"Mo Zhengyan?" Song Qiyue couldn't help but yelled, his pace was unstable and couldn't cooperate with him at all, just staggering forward quickly.
But he had already led her to the car parked on the side of the road in a hurry. Without waiting for the driver to get off, Mo Zhengyan opened the door of the car. He turned his head and stopped. This sudden move caused Song Qiyue to stop, her body leaned back, but she raised her head and met his solemn eyes.
"You have said so much, that is, you have made up your mind to go back to Zhou Suhe's side! Isn't it?" He finally spoke, but he asked in a low voice.
Song Qiyue had to frown. She had indeed decided to go back, but the words he said had totally different meanings, "Not to go back to him, but to go back and help him once."
"It's all the same!" Mo Zhengyan interrupted her coldly. He looked down, almost gnashing his teeth, "Song Qiyue! Have you forgotten how he treated you before! He abandoned you," I chose your sister! He didn't treat you sincerely, but would only use you! Are you willing to be used by him when you go back now!"
"I haven't forgotten." Song Qiyue's hand was still being held by him, and the pain in the wrist, every time he held her in the past, she only felt uncomfortable, but this time, it made her more sober and sober. Remember all that, "I never forgot."
"Then you have to go back! Are you so self-willed to be depraved and shameless!" He asked coldly again, his hands getting stronger.
His words were mixed with the oncoming cold wind, whistling past his ears, Song Qiyue recalled all the past.
"I promised him, I promised him what I said," Song Qiyue raised her eyes and said softly, but her eyes were firm.
He saw her steadfastness, and it was more like a violent wind that made his thoughts completely chaotic, and he just shouted, "What did you promise him? What to honor him? In his lifetime, as long as he needs it, will you go to him unconditionally Is it a lover who can order to come and go at will!"
"It's not such a relationship! No!" Song Qiyue was so upset that she suddenly felt so at a loss, she didn't know how to correct his thoughts and concepts.
As everyone knows, they are stubborn people, in their own world, they do not surrender for each other, but only compromise for themselves.
"You don't need to say any more!" He didn't want to stop anymore. He held the car door with his hand and said solemnly to her, "I now give you two choices, either get in the car and follow me, or you go!"
"Song Qiyue, please listen to me, don't come back when you leave!" His words were determined, more like a farewell, and let go of her hand.
He gave her the right to freely choose, come or go, follow her!
Song Qiyue had a trembling heart, and she was speechless when she heard it. She pressed her lips tightly, a thousand words still lingering in her heart, but she really couldn't say it, only the sourness was flowing.
After Mo Zhengyan finished drinking, the wind blew quietly, and the stalemate between the two was almost as long as a minute. After that, he said indifferently, "Okay."
Before Song Qiyue's eyes, Junyan flashed past him. He turned around. The picture was very slow. It was the film of the camera that was cut through, piece by piece. Finally, he got in the car, the door was closed, and as soon as the car started, he drove away from her slowly.
He has turned around many times, but never once, making her feel suddenly far away.
In the car, Mo Zhengyan sat upright, his stern side face without a trace of expression.
Once around the corner, no one will see anyone again.
On the avenue, people still come and go today.
No one knows why the woman on the roadside has red eyes.
There are so many sad people in this world, so many that no one cares about them.
...
On Monday morning, Dingxin Company had a regular weekly meeting. Mr. Xu held a meeting, but he announced one thing, "Everyone, before the meeting today, I have something to announce. Ms. Song Qiyue, Marketing Manager, Because of my personal business, I have already given me a letter of resignation. I have approved her resignation, and starting from today, she will not come to the company."
"As for the subsequent marketing manager candidates, I will decide again..." Mr. Xu slowly said later, and Hu Qin smiled very proudly at the conference table, which was a big worry for her.
Mr. Xu intended to let Chu Yan take over, but Chu Yan refused with a smile. She would only participate in the electronic project until the end. Shao Fei is still to be determined because he is one of the backbone of this project.
After the meeting, Chu Yan and Shao Fei came to the empty office, Song Qiyue was no longer there.
In only two days on the weekend, Song Qiyue did all the handover matters alone, delivered an email to Shao Fei, and then notified Chu Yan and called Mr. Xu to resign. On Monday morning, she went straight to the company and walked freely.
"She went anyway," Shao Fei said.
Chu Yan was not surprised at all, "What was expected."
The pointer on the wall moved towards 9:40, and the regular weekly meeting of the Mo Group has also come to an end. Today is very smooth, or it can be said to be silent to a stalemate, and Mr. Mo barely speaks. When the weekly meeting was over, another party came in to continue the discussion of the project that ended early yesterday.
"Mr. Mo, everyone is here." Qian Jue reminded.
Mo Zhengyan didn't say a word, he looked ahead, motionless. Everyone looked suspiciously and saw that he was looking at the clock.
At this moment, it is already nine to fifty.
On Monday in Haicheng, the sun was rising, and November was ushered in. It was already a new January.
Zhou Xinyi’s weekly meeting has just ended.
But someone came, led by Johnson, and a woman behind him was respectfully welcomed to the Investment Development Department. That woman, with all her long hair tied up, is very energetic. She has a profile face with a beautiful arc. A decent suit, as if there was a gust of wind when passing by.
"Who is this?" Someone already asked curiously when Johnson led by.
Everyone is inexplicable, only one person said, "Ah! It's her!"
"Boom!" The office door was knocked.
Inside, Zhou Suhe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, his mood was a little surging, but it was quiet. Hear the door being opened and the sound of her stepping in.
Feeling her approaching, he slowly turned back and looked at her.
After months of absence, everything is fine for her, and so is he.
Zhou Suhe's smile wafted slightly. At this moment, there was no intrigue and no rights and pros, but he just saw her.
"You came."
"Yep."
I know, in July, I know, you will come.