When Song Qiyue returned to Song's house, the group was there, and Song Lianheng also rushed back from the company, which seemed to have pushed for entertainment. Aunt Jun was very happy to see her return, and she prepared another table of dishes. Song Xiangwan was naturally there too, she was with her aunt. Except for the one missing Song Jinzhi, it's all complete.
"Uncle, Aunt, Aunt Jun." Song Qiyue shouted one by one, "Big Brother, Xiang Wan."
Song Zhongchuan said, "July, when did you come back?"
"I came back yesterday." Song Qiyue said truthfully, "but I was in a hurry to go to Xinyi, so I didn't have time to go home. Later, there were a lot of things. After working overtime all night, I just slept in the company."
On Monday, Song Qiyue had already rushed back to Haicheng. Just that day, I hurried to work. As for how to resolve the crisis, Song Qiyue immediately decided to convene an emergency press conference to calm the situation.
So that afternoon, she ordered people to go to all the media one by one, and decided to hold this meeting tomorrow. After that, the hotel was booked, and then a list of all questions and topics that reporters might ask, including the familiarity of Xinyi's operation and the current dilemma Zhou Suhe was facing, all of which went into the middle of the night.
Then, after early morning, a few people were idle.
In order to speed up the progress and follow up on Xinyi's matters, Song Qiyue read the information overnight, and never stopped.
Zhou Suhe is looking at the list of issues, and he needs to deal with today's press conference.
Johnson and the other two assistants were there to assist Song Qiyue, so that she could quickly understand the overall situation.
After finishing this work, it was three or four o'clock, and finally there was no time to go back to the residence, so I took a nap with a blanket in each office.
After waking up today, rushing to wash is to cheer up, and it is another tough battle.
"That must be very tired, right? After eating, go back to the room and go to sleep." Aunt Jun felt sorry for her and said immediately.
Song Qiyue smiled, "I'm a little tired."
"You come back this time, do you know Zheng Yan?" Song Zhongchuan asked in a deep voice.
"He knows." Song Qiyue replied.
"Then let's have dinner." Song Zhongchuan did not ask any more after receiving her affirmative answer. He gave an order and everyone moved to the restaurant.
The dishes on the table are plentiful, and a good meal is really satisfying. Song Qiyue was really tired, and she couldn't have time to chat any more. After the meal, she only sat in the side hall for a while, then went upstairs and went back to her room to rest.
She opened the suitcase and took out all the clothes and hung them up.
Aunt Jun came in and brought a towel for her, and Song Qiyue hurried to pick it up.
"You child, you will come back when you come back." Aunt Jun read, she was also worried, "Zheng Yan agrees to your return?"
Song Qiyue smiled, "He is not an unreasonable person, he understands."
"That's good." Aunt Jun replied, and she patted her hand. "This time, this happened because of our Song family. You and Su He grew up together. You come back to help him. That’s okay. Otherwise, if something happens, your uncle will feel uneasy, and Xiang Wan will also blame himself.”
"Auntie Jun, I know all about it, don't worry." Song Qiyue understood very well.
"She will definitely understand Xiangwan too." Aunt Jun mentioned Song Xiangwan again.
Song Qiyue nodded.
"Then you can go to bed after taking a bath." Aunt Jun left with relief.
Song Qiyue had taken a shower, and she was wiping her hair in the room, but suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the room, "Come in."
The person who came was no longer Aunt Jun, but Song Xiangwan. She seemed to have just finished talking with the uncle and the others, so she came up. Seeing her come in, Song Qiyue asked, "What's the matter?"
"Last week, I told Su He, if there is a shortage of manpower, I will find you back. I didn't expect you to come very quickly." Song Xiangwan covered the door with his backhand.
"It just happened to have nothing on hand, so I came. Come again, friends, I'm here to do my best." Song Qiyue replied.
Song Xiangwan looked at her and said, "Song Qiyue, I will let Su He find you this time. It is completely necessary for the situation. Don't take advantage of this time to move other thoughts."
"Xiang Wan, you really think too much. I want to be tempted, and I won't be on Su He." Song Qiyue smiled, "I just want to Zheng Yan, I can't be too busy."
Song Xiangwan heard her say this, but didn't know whether it was true or not, "It's best to be like this!"
"If you don't worry about it, please write to Xinyi, anyway, Su He is also short of manpower now."
"You can talk cool words!" Song Xiangwan was angry. She had hardly been exposed to company affairs, so how could she understand?
"It's cold. I'm not in the mood to say anything coldly. I would rather go to sleep." Song Qiyue didn't bother to pay attention to what was right and wrong with her, just wanted to make a quick decision, "How about, what is your decision now? Do you want me to stay and help him?"
Song Xiangwan looked at her for a moment before she said, "You are here, of course you can't give up halfway!"
"Then I will stay." Song Qiyue replied.
Song Xiangwan was not reconciled. She warned again, "Song Qiyue! You better respect yourself! Don't forget that you are now married!"
"Xiang Wan, it's getting late, I want to go to bed, you go to bed earlier, remember to close the door for me when you go out." Song Qiyue picked up the electric wind to dry her hair.
Song Xiangwan glanced at her, frowned, turned and closed the door and left.
...
"There was a press conference on Tuesday. In the next few days, I will find the old subordinates in the past. They want to regroup. This game of chess is really safe." Inside the restaurant, Chu Xiaoxin was cutting the steak, with the knife and fork in his hand. Not fast.
What he was talking about was Zhou's Xinyi, and Mo Zhengyan certainly knew it. He looked down and cut the steak on the plate, "Clean up the mess, there will always be a countermeasure, and this is just a countermeasure."
"Of course the countermeasures are feasible, but this road does not seem to be so smooth. I am also really curious about what she will do next." Chu Xiaoxin smiled and took a sip from the wine glass. "Zheng Yan, having said that, the woman you marry home is really extraordinary."
Mo Zhengyan replied indifferently, "Are you commendatory or derogatory?"
"Of course it's a compliment. I underestimated her before." Chu Xiaoxin narrowed his eyes. "Now that Vice President Zhou has a military division next to him, it's not like a tiger. What's more, I heard that they used to be Partner. However, Zhengyan, I was surprised if you would let her go."
Mo Zhengyan just smiled, "If she wants to go, just follow her."
It is not that no one has come to tell Mo Zhengyan about Song Qiyue these few days.
Mo Baiyao visited the office two days ago and talked about Xinyi’s public relations measures. He appreciated Song Qiyue very much during the talk, and finally he said: Brother, my admiration for you was probably only at work. Come on, I really admire you today. Sister-in-law went to help her childhood sweetheart, brother, you will do it too.
He only replied: If she helps you, I will do it too.
There was Luo Zheng again, and just last evening, he asked her with a smile. Mo Zhengyan didn't hide it, and told her directly that she had returned to Haicheng.
Luo Zheng said: I heard that she went to Xinyi, and it turned out to be true. Zhengyan, you actually let her go.
Look at those people, with a tone that is almost impossible, she just went, so what?
He smiled away.
...
It was another day after get off work, and Mo Zhengyan had a socializing tonight and wanted to rush to meet customers. The elevator just came down, but the other elevator also came down at the same time.
"Ms. Mo!" The shout came, and Mo Zhengyan stopped to see that it was Chu Yan.
Mo Zhengyan knew her, and he said hello, "Chu special help."
"It's such a coincidence, President Mo, is it off work?" Chu Yan stepped forward to talk to her, and then ordered the assistant to pick up the car first.
The two also walked out of the company together. After chatting a few words, Chu Yan said again, "I went to Haicheng in July. I don't know how she is doing? How is she?"
"You are her good friend, didn't you contact her?" Mo Zhengyan asked back.
"I know she must be busy, so I won't bother her. But I think she will contact you with President Mo." Chu Yan ends up, meaning that they are husband and wife, and they are always more diligent than she wants to contact.
Mo Zhengyan said warmly, "Wherever she goes, there will be wind and water."
The car is here, and the two are going to part ways. Chu Yan smiled and said, "If there is news from July, then Mr. Mo will tell me again."
July, July, Song Qiyue!
Everyone is mentioning her, which annoys Mo Zhengyan!
When I got on the car here, I was about to set off to the hotel to meet guests, but the phone rang again, and the stranger called. He picked it up suspiciously and heard the other side saying, "Is that Mr. Mo? Hello, we are a florist here. , The rose flower you ordered before has not come to fetch it yet. I want to tell you that the flowering period is about to pass and it is already thanked. I don’t know if I need to save it for you? Do I need to send flowers?"
"Throw it away! All!" Mo Zhengyan whispered back, and the call ended.
The driver drove in front of the car, silently, Qian Jue looked directly away, pretending that he had never heard his irritability.
The entertainment of the night didn't end until eleven o'clock, and Mo Zhengyan got in the car after sending it to the customer. Qian Jue left by himself, Xiao Meng asked, "Mr. Mo, are you going back to the hotel?"
Mo Zhengyan was silent, Xiao Meng thought it was tacit approval, so he drove to the hotel.
But when he reached a fork in the road, Mo Zhengyan said suddenly, "Go to the left."
Xiao Meng glanced at the sign of the fork in the road, not to the hotel. He is also a clever person, knowing where he is going right now. When he reached the place, Xiao Meng shouted, "Mr. Mo, here it is."
Mo Zhengyan slowly turned his head, and when he glanced at the building, he shouted, "Who told you to drive here!"
The building in front of you is the Golden Coast Apartment!
This is Song Qiyue’s apartment, her private apartment.
"Ms. Mo?" Xiao Meng was startled, "Didn't you say you want to go to the left?"
"I asked you to drive to the left. Did I let you drive here?" Mo Zhengyan shouted again.
Where did Xiao Meng dare to disagree, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I was wrong, then where are you going?"
But there was no sound again.
Only in the silence, Mo Zhengyan said with cold eyes, "Back to the hotel."
As a result, the car started again, and the lights on the rear of the car flashed past, drowning in the night.
And in that apartment, the vase placed in the living room, the last rose, thanked the last one in the quiet night.
This is the seventh day Song Qiyue left.