On Saturday, I went to play in enthusiasm, but returned in a stalemate. When I returned at night, perhaps because the host and the hostess were stunned, even the whole mansion was filled with an icy atmosphere. No one knows the reason, and no one dares to ask.
When it was time for dinner, Butler Yu asked He Sangsang and Qi Jian to call them downstairs separately.
Although Yu Guanjia is someone who knows later, he is also fascinated.
He Sangsang and Qi Jian went upstairs, but stopped at the corner. He Sangsang had a slight hesitation. After following them for many years, some of them still understood, such as how to face them after the quarrel.
"Go ahead." Qi Jian shouted.
He Sangsang knocked on the door, and Qi Jian also went to the end of the corridor and knocked on the study door.
In the room, He Sangsang walked in, only to see Song Qiyue took the book, the cover is Fashion Weekly, she still has such a good mood? He Sangsang stepped forward and said, "Young lady, it's time for dinner."
Song Qiyue nodded, she turned her head and smiled, "It just so happens that I am hungry too."
It turned out to be like this?
He Sangsang was even more suspicious, but seeing that Song Qiyue had already gotten up, she put down the blanket and walked out of the room.
But inside the study, Qi Jian entered, but he smelled a strong smell of smoke, entangled in it.
"Mr. Mo, it's time for dinner." Qi Jianhui reported.
Mo Zhengyan did not rush, pinched out the cigarette, and then got up.
The two of them yelled almost at the same time, so when they left the door here, they left at about the same time.
I met in the corridor, Qi Jian did not move, He Sangsang looked at them.
Countless guesses, He Sangsang thought, probably the young lady would turn around and go downstairs without speaking.
But who expected, the next second Song Qiyue said to Mo Zhengyan, "I'm eating."
There was a trace of amazement in Mo Zhengyan's eyes, and she smiled and went downstairs.
For dinner, as before, Song Qiyue had a good appetite, so after one bowl, he added a half bowl.
Butler Yu was waiting on the sidelines, also a bit surprised.
No one can figure out what the situation is, but it seems to have been reconciled.
At night, Mo Zhengyan and Qi Jian asked some details about the Taipei meeting in the study, and after it was over, he also entered their bedroom.
Seeing Qi Jian come down, He Sangsang asked, "Ms. Mo and Mrs. Mo slept together?"
"Otherwise?" Qi Jian asked.
If there is no room allocation, it should be a real reconciliation, He Sangsang thought.
As usual, taking a bath and sleeping, she lay down, feeling a little sleepy, and fell asleep.
When Mo Zhengyan came in at night, she was already lying down. He approached her, came in front of her, looked at her quietly for a while, and stretched out his hand to stroke the hair that fell from her cheek behind his ear. Waking up vaguely from his sleep, he felt his hand, crossing her, gently holding her in his arms.
All night without incident.
When he woke up, Song Qiyue saw him changing his clothes and looked dimly, "Going out?"
Mo Zhengyan said, "You have an appointment with a client, and you will sleep again."
She gave an "en" and slept sideways again.
Before he left, he pulled up some of the quilt for her.
Spring is not aware of dawn, and it is the feeling of Song Qiyue. On the last day of the weekend, it was a comfortable experience to sleep lazily.
...
On Monday, Song Qiyue came to Changxiang and formally reported the Bona project to give an explanation, "Mr. Mo, I have already contacted Bona just now. Mo's will find a suitable first within the agreed time limit. Tripartite cooperative company."
"This is the pre-contract signed." Song Qiyue said, putting down the contract.
Mo Zhengyan opened a glance, and Song Qiyue said again, "Boehner, President Li has appointed Manager Cheng to continue to follow up with the next third-party company candidates. President Mo, I will continue to follow up."
"President Li has already called me, and you are in charge of Mo's here." Mo Zhengyan said.
This is undoubtedly unreasonable. Song Qiyue had planned for a long time and did not want to give up halfway. "Yes, but, Mr. Mo, Nancheng is responsible for Bona’s market research work. Over, I think the next thing, I have to go back to the headquarters to follow up."
Nancheng had gone badly, and it was time to go back, not only for work, but also for Yangyang.
Mo Zhengyan naturally had no objection. He asked, "When are you going to leave?"
"Everything obeys Mr. Mo's command." Song Qiyue said, as a subordinate, he should be dispatched by his boss.
"You can go back to the headquarters at any time, you can go back anytime." Mo Zhengyan looked at her and said.
Song Qiyue said without thinking, "Mr. Mo, let's go today, and I'll book a flight back in a while."
"So urgent?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
"Didn't Mo always say you can go back anytime?" Song Qiyue asked.
He looked at her and said suddenly, "I will not be able to go back in a few days."
Song Qiyue has become accustomed to this sudden change of status. She smiled, "Then you will come back in a few days, you can't let me wait for you here and have nothing to do. I haven't seen Yangyang for a long time. I want to go back and have a look."
Mo Zhengyan looked at her smiling face, but really couldn't find a trace of strangeness, there was no trace of it.
"Alright, you go back first." He replied.
"I think there should be a ticket in the afternoon. I will go back to organize my stuff now, and I won't be here for a while, and I will go directly to the airport." Song Qiyue said.
Mo Zhengyan had no objection, he just said, "Take Sangsang back together."
"Okay." Song Qiyue did not refuse, and readily agreed.
Immediately, the ticket was booked, and Song Qiyue took He Sangsang to leave the company and return to the mansion. It was quick again, and the luggage was packed. When we arrived at the airport, Xiao Deng, the assistant who had rushed out together at the time, also waited.
When he arrived at the departure hall, Song Qiyue called him, "I have arrived at the airport and has passed the security check."
"Tell me when you get there."
"it is good."
Retrieving the phone, Song Qiyue turned her head and saw He Sangsang looking at herself in surprise, "Sangsang, you are going to follow me back again, and you can't bear Qi Jian again? Looking at your eyes, it feels like it's going to float out."
"Madam, I don't..." He Sangsang was depressed, "I just..."
"Just what?"
"Just thinking, Mr. Mo and Mrs. Young, you weren't upset the day before yesterday." He Sangsang said softly, "I thought, I thought..."
Seeing her stumbling, Song Qiyue smiled, "Why do you think we will be in a cold war?"
He Sangsang looked at her intently, obviously he was worried about this.
"It's not a big deal, what's so cold." Song Qiyue replied with a smile.
He Sangsang seemed to be relieved, but also smiled.
Song Qiyue laughed too, "Life is always going to pass."
It's really not a big deal, but it's an ex-girlfriend, but he doesn't think it is necessary to mention it. In fact, it's nothing, not to mention that he also said that it's all past events.
After all, life is really to be lived.
In the cabin of the plane, just like when it came, it was in such a hurry, and the person sitting next to him was still not him.
Looking at the floating white clouds, she told herself: Song Qiyue, don't care, don't care.
It's just someone he once loved.