This night, sleeping in the mansion, Song Qiyue was the only child beside her.
After getting up in the morning, it was a new week. As usual, Song Qiyue was going to work for Mo's. She did not hesitate, as always. When she left, she didn't say much to Aunt Xu, just let her stay with Yangyang.
Stepping out of the mansion, Song Qiyue drove off.
Even if I want to make it clear to him, in the final analysis it is all about finding talent. The suffocation pressed on his chest and could not dissipate overnight. Today is Monday. Judging from the itinerary of Secretary Qian Jue a few days ago, he will not leave today.
Song Qiyue's car drove a little faster, and she went to Mo Shi.
In the Jiuyuan Building, Qian Jue arrived, and she knocked on the door to enter the office, a little suspicious, but saw Mr. Mo sitting inside. He turned his back to himself, smoking a cigarette alone.
As the secretary-general of the General Manager’s Office, Qian Jue always arrived half an hour earlier, and Mo did not go to work until nine o’clock. If Mo Zhengyan usually has no special circumstances or meetings, Mo will never be late and never will. Arrived early, but today, he actually arrived earlier than Qian Jue. When she just entered the building, she learned from the security office that she was still surprised.
"Mr. Mo, are you so early today?" Qian Jue greeted him.
Mo Zhengyan didn't speak, just a silent "graciousness".
"Then I will make a cup of coffee for you to come in." Qian Jue immediately withdrew, but after a long time, the coffee was delivered. Folded out and went back to the secretary's room to sort out the information. After a while, the phone came in.
Song Qiyue asked over there, "Secretary Qian, is President Mo here."
Qian Jue replied, "Manager Song, President Mo has already come to the company."
He has actually arrived!
Song Qiyue didn't stop, but went straight up and came to the General Manager's Office. When she passed the secretary's room, she didn't stop, directly, and the door didn't knock. She pushed the door and broke into his office, and she walked towards him.
The executive chair turned upside down, and he couldn't see the front of him, but the smoke filled his breath, irritating his breath.
Song Qiyue suppressed all night, and saw him at this moment. She stepped forward and stopped, and said in a cold voice, "Mo Zhengyan, what do you mean when you ask Steward Cao to tell me!"
In the sound of her questioning, the executive chair with its back turned over slowly, and his face also turned to face her. Song Qiyue saw him. After an interval of one night, the time was not short, but it seemed to be long. His expression was indifferent, seemingly nonexistent, but he couldn't see clearly. The emotions in his eyes seemed to be fundamental. There is no emotion!
He looked at her with a deep gaze, as if he was trying to attract her, looking at her face, looking at her eyes, staring still, as if he wanted to look at her again.
Song Qiyue froze, such a gaze, countless times would make her feel certain.
The next second, his thin lips moved coldly, and his cold words were accusing him, "Do you have any rules, don't you know you want to knock on the door before you come in?"
It was his question, counterattacked her, and came on!
This really made Song Qiyue stunned, didn't he know how to knock on the door? At this moment, he actually answered her such a sentence? Who would care about that door, now that all of this, her question, in his eyes, is actually less important than the act of knocking on the door! No, maybe because he doesn't care at all!
Song Qiyue had a tremor, body, or heart, she calmed down, telling herself to be calm, but the voice of gnashing teeth still vented her upset mood, "Mo Zhengyan, what right do you have to do!" Why are you! You are restricting freedom by doing this! I have the right to take the child away! Take him away, to any place!"
"Of course I have the right." He said, "I am the father of the child, and I have the right to protect his health."
Now he is claiming his identity repeatedly, did he think of it as early as at the banquet? Song Qiyue was too late to take care of the banquet, but she read another meaning from his words, "Protect his health? Will I harm my child? I am his mother!"
"The child is still young. He needs someone to take care of him. There are many people in the family, so you can rest assured." Mo Zhengyan said.
"Excuses! These are all your excuses!" Song Qiyue shouted.
"You want to take him away, and where do you want to live? It's not convenient to live anywhere." He said softly, "Besides, even if you take him, you can't give the child the food he needs to sustain his life. "
He was so grand-sounding that Song Qiyue was taken aback as a mother, but because she could not continue breastfeeding, Mo's family hired a special nurse early in the morning. Now the child is not yet one year old and has not yet been weaned, and is growing.
"If the Mo family can give it, I can give it too!" Song Qiyue said angrily.
"You gave it, but you can't give the best." Mo Zhengyan said.
She was not reconciled, "It's just you that make it the best!"
"Don't continue arguing with me on this issue. You won't have a chance of winning, no matter where you go." He said again.
What is the best and what is the best, Song Qiyue can't tell, she said in the confusion, "What do you mean now, is that you want me to agree to the divorce, and then take the custody of the child!"
"I haven't thought about it that way." His eyes condensed, and his voice sank, "I advise you not to have this kind of thought."
It was not a divorce, but she was forbidden to take the child away, and she said that she could go! Such a contradiction is all he said, all he is! Song Qiyue seemed to be forced to a dead end by him, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then what do you mean now! What do you mean!"
"I have said very clearly, the mansion is left to you." He said.
"Leave it to me? Ha, what you said is really good." Song Qiyue smiled, "I can go, but the child can't let me take it away. You are so despicable!"
"You don't need to leave." He said, watching her with a broken smile, "This way, it's not good."
Song Qiyue tightened her lips, "Mo Zhengyan, do you think you can do this?"
"Then give it a try and see if I can." Mo Zhengyan said lightly, "If I were you, I would choose to stay, so that I can still see the children. This is the smart choice."
Song Qiyue was completely speechless.
"Go, it's almost time, it's time to go to work. Bona's project still requires you to be responsible, it wouldn't work without you." Finally, he said so.
He seemed to be talking about the project, and it was more like saying that in this scene, she is an absolutely good chess piece. Without her, she pressed her lips tightly and said, "Mo Zhengyan, count you cruel!"
Song Qiyue didn't know how she left, she just stood up and turned around while fixing her eyes.
Her figure disappeared resolutely, and Mo Zhengyan sat on the executive chair, his hand and fingers trembling, stroking his forehead, covering his face.
Qian Jue then came in to report the itinerary. She saw him frowning and covering his face, and asked concerned, "Mr. Mo, are you uncomfortable."
"It's okay." Mo Zhengyan replied.
Here, Qian Jue reports the itinerary one by one, but two of the companies’ arrangements are heavy on time. She asked, "Mr. Mo, what do you want to do?"
Mo Zhengyan did not speak, but for a moment he murmured, "What do you want to do, what do you want to do?"
Qian Jue hesitated but couldn't answer.
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Song Qiyue returned to the marketing department. She sat in the office and waited all night. Who would have thought of the result after seeing him. Sitting here, I really can't settle down, what should she do
However, the assistant came to remind again, "Manager Song, Manager Cheng is already in the conference room, waiting for you to pass."
She then came back to her senses, remembering that there was a meeting this morning to discuss the first list of companies with third-party cooperation in the project.
Cheng Qingning, she was still there waiting for her to pass.
Song Qiyue stared at the moment, and she immediately picked up the file. She will not just retreat, will not leave here, absolutely not at this moment.
In the conference room, Cheng Qingning and his assistant were already waiting.
Song Qiyue smiled in, and the two met each other, but everything on the weekend seemed to have never happened before, and no one really talked about it.
This scene, from the very beginning, was silent in this way, but each had a thorough understanding.
Just in the conference room, when the assistants beside him all stepped back, and when only the two of them were present, Song Qiyue looked at Cheng Qingning, her eyes were certain, and Cheng Qingning's eyes were also aimed at her.
She looked at her, but did not speak, but her eyes made Cheng Qingning frowned.
What kind of gaze was there with a hint of smile, as if everything had been seen through.
"Manager Song, what's the problem?" Cheng Qingning was the first to speak out.
Song Qiyue smiled, "It's nothing, I just remembered it, so I wanted to ask Manager Cheng, if the ointment is enough, if it is not enough, I still have a lot, and I can get you a few more. After all, Manager Cheng’s injury is It doesn’t matter how much you need to use if you get hurt because of me. If it works well and works, then you don’t have to be polite, just say it directly."
"Manager Song is polite. In fact, it's just a minor injury. It's also that Mr. Mo cared too much, so he gave it to me specially. Even if he doesn't need it, he is not embarrassed to refuse Mr. Mo's kindness, but he seems to have forgotten to tell you in advance. With a cry, you won't let Manager Song misunderstand, right?" Cheng Qingning asked with a smile.
"I told him a long time ago that good things should be shared with friends, and be generous. He is too enthusiastic, and because you have already known friends, so he takes special care." Song Qiyue replied, "He , I was afraid that I would think too much, so I brought it to Manager Cheng by myself."
Cheng Qingning looked at each other with a smile, and Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows and said, "Actually, it's not her first love, or she said she liked it, and was still together. Manager Cheng, who do you think doesn't have such a first love friend, do you?"
That hidden relationship, the relationship that they would not admit to outsiders, they used to be lovers, at this moment, she completely uncovered it with a single sentence!
Song Qiyue said with a faint smile, Cheng Qingning's face was frozen, she never expected that she would tell the relationship at this time, but she quickly recovered, and she was indifferent, "It turns out that Mo You always talked to Manager Song about me."
"It's all things in the past, I think so, and I didn't talk too much." Song Qiyue recalled everything, there was really not much, everything was slowly realized in her dazedness, and she slowly discovered that she was facing each other at this moment. I was surprised that hope had come long ago, just like this, without any false cover, and face it thoroughly.
"He wanted President Li to not get me wrong, so I didn't mention it. But I thought it was a game on the weekend. I didn't expect it to be because he saw Manager Cheng accidentally almost fell, so he helped you. Unfortunately, Mr. Li and I arrived and saw it. I hope that there will be no misunderstanding between Manager Cheng and Mr. Li. If Mr. Li is misunderstood, then we will be guilty." Song Qiyue laughed softly.
The words were tortuous and tactful, but Cheng Qingning heard clearly. At this moment, since it can no longer be hidden, she did not continue. She fixed her eyes and said, "Manager Song, in fact, you and I know that, why should you look for these so-called Reason."
"On the night of the banquet, I don't know how much you heard and how much you knew. But now, since you know that he gave me the ointment privately, I guess you have heard everything." Cheng Qingning used it so decisively In his tone, he said, "He will never talk to others about me, so now, there is no need to find a reason."
Song Qiyue's expression was transparent and An Ran, "Manager Cheng, I really don't want President Li to misunderstand, but if you are so frank, then I don't need to hide it. That's right, President Li and I did hear it that night."
"I just said that Manager Song will not be misunderstood. It seems that the person who misunderstood is Manager Song, you." Her gaze, along with her voice, pointed towards Song Qiyue, "I'm just It is to take the blame, please don't misunderstand, although everything he did, it is really hard not to misunderstand."
"My husband held a banquet on purpose, but it was to stimulate the ex’s first love, just to make her regret it, Mrs. Mo, if I were you, I would probably be sad."
Cheng Qingning smiled, there was a gesture of a winner. In that round, he was indeed a winner. There was nothing wrong with that. Song Qiyue lightly raised his lips, "So, do you regret it?"
She suddenly asked, Cheng Qingning's smile narrowed.
Do you regret it, do you regret it.
She laughed again and vowed to say generally, "Don't you hear it all? Even the best banquet can't stimulate me. Of course I have no regrets, and I told him the same way!"
She smiled arrogantly, and the winner in this round was still her.
Song Qiyue settled her eyes and spoke softly, "Since I don’t regret it, why should I ask him again and again for an answer? Why must I hear him from his mouth? Why should I stimulate him until he Admit it, he just wants you to regret?"
"You succeeded, he admitted, are you satisfied, too." Song Qiyue's voice came softly, "At that time, you must be very lucky."
Cheng Qingning was silent and said with a smile, "What I am satisfied with is that he wants to do these things to show me. These are not important to me! I have a gentleman who treats me wholeheartedly, I still need to be thankful that he said that?"
"Why not thank you, he still remembers you, for so many years, you are so lucky!"