That night, after leaving the mansion, Song Qiyue returned to the Golden Coast apartment. Back then, I left a letter with the result of leaving the Song family arbitrarily. The only thing I was fortunate about was that there was still a place to go back at any time, a home belonging to her. But in this apartment, after a year, it is already dusty, and I don't know how to start cleaning up, and I don't know how to live in.
Seeing the dust in this room and the windows open for ventilation, Song Qiyue found that there was no way to stay to live this evening.
With the door closed, Song Qiyue had to stay in a nearby hotel.
At night, Song Qiyue thought a lot, about the future, about the child, and about him.
But everything can't really be thought of clearly, even if it is a sharp knife to cut the mess, it is impossible.
It's so muddled, I don't know how to fall asleep, but after closing my eyes, I can stop all the boring things, and I don't need to think about it anymore.
Mo Shi went as usual, the days passed, and when it was empty, Song Qiyue thought about the three-day deadline.
She called Aunt Xu, and Aunt Xu still told her that everything was fine.
With Mrs. Mo here, Song Qiyue can really rest assured, but she really seems to have made a mistake. If he really wants to take the child away, then even if the Mo family is scrupulous about negative news, he will really be caught. Is it bound to compromise? Could it be that you really want to go to court
Song Qiyue didn't know.
The three-day period ends on this Sunday, like a countdown.
The children's affairs are bothering, but the company's affairs are equally troublesome. Here, Bona has brushed down the candidate list of the first batch of third-party companies, and Cheng Qingning can always pick out some shortcomings. In this regard, Song Qiyue has no way to refute, there are indeed drawbacks. Had to continue to accept the list of the second batch of companies and continue the research work.
Cheng Qingning smiled and said, "Manager Song, I think the cooperation company still needs to step up. Otherwise, if you still can't choose in two months, then this cooperation will probably only be a pity."
"Manager Cheng, please rest assured, two months is more than enough, there will be a satisfactory company." Song Qiyue smiled.
At this moment, the two of them were originally women who did not know each other, but they were intricately involved in the emotional vortex, and they were vying for their respective career projects. Song Qiyue, who used to look at winning or losing, has always only followed his best efforts, and has no shame in his heart, but this time he is so eager to win.
She will definitely choose a third-party partner company!
When he returned from outside the company in the afternoon, Song Qiyue saw him not far from the building, passing by in a hurry, no one would stop at anyone.
Even though he was still in Mohs, he could not see Mo Zhengyan all day long. Tangtang general manager, it's not that you can see it if you want to. What's more, their current relationship is like walking on thin ice. And she didn't want to see him at the moment.
Mo Zhengyan was out, but today was not an appointment with a client.
In the morning, the call from the old house came, "Master, the master asked if you are free this afternoon, he is waiting for you in the same place."
After receiving a call from Manager Zhao, Mo Zhengyan did not immediately agree.
It wasn't until the end of a meeting in the afternoon that I pushed to entertain and left for the appointment.
That chess club had a simple name called Chess Friends Chess Club. Mo's father loved to play chess. He played chess with his uncles when he was in Mo's family, and he would also play chess with Mr. Zhao. Most of the time in Hong Kong City, I will come here when I have nothing to do. Even in other cities, he will always find chess friends.
Just like Mo's mother likes to dance, Mo's father also has his own preferences, which is not surprising.
Mo Zhengyan has been here more than once.
Mo Zhengyan knew where Mo Zhengyan was in the old position that Mo father liked to sit in. The place near the window is not really near the window. There is a table next to the window, which is empty, and Mo's father is sitting at the next table. This chess club is old, and now there are not many young people who love to play chess. It is quite lively in the afternoon. People who are older than uncles nearby love to come here to kill time.
Mo Zhengyan went in, and the waiter asked, and he replied, "The person I have appointed has already arrived."
At that table, it was Mo's father who was playing against strangers.
Mo Zhengyan walked over without interrupting, just watching from the side, there were still a few people around.
Halfway through the game, the trend of black is gone, and Mo's father is playing white.
After another five minutes, the opponent really surrendered, "I lost! Old Mo, your chess skill is really good!"
The onlookers praised, and Mo's father responded with a smile. Among these people, who would have thought that he would be the head of the well-known Mo family in Hong Kong. Sitting in it, he was simply dressed, smiling gently, holding his sharp edge, I really don't think about it. The opponent discussed the moves and was about to clean up the chessboard. Father Mo said, "Pharaoh, don't take it, let him come."
The other party turned his head and saw that a handsome young man was standing, as if he had made an appointment, and he didn't say much, and quickly gave up his position.
Mo Zhengyan smiled and greeted, and then sat down.
Mo Zhengyan put away the white chess pieces. Heizi has all wound up, and his father said again, "I haven't played with you for a long time. It's a rare game today."
Mo Zhengyan silently agreed, and then said, "Go ahead."
Father Mo grabbed a handful of black pieces, while Mo Zhengyan put a white piece on the chessboard.
Mo's father divided the chess piece, he smiled, "Double, it seems that I am the first."
There is no replacement in the Othello cup, the two do not move, and a game of chess starts silently. There were people around who admired Mo's father's chess skills, so they watched quietly. In this game, the two played silently, while the people on the side watched quietly and occasionally made comments.
It's just that this round was extremely long. Seeing that evening was coming again, the onlookers were also rushing to go home. So gradually, the people around the two disappeared.
This is a small chess club, with fewer and fewer people, and a few tables scattered, and they haven't moved at this table.
Mo Zhengyan was looking at the chessboard. Mo Shengquan made a decision and said, "You went home yesterday."
Today, when Mo father invited Mo Zhengyan out, he had already guessed that it must be because of yesterday’s affairs, so Mo Zhengyan was not surprised at all. After Mo father gave birth to a son, he also fell in charge of the white son, "I I went back."
"If there is something, you want to make this happen. In July, let your mother take the child back to the old house, and you have to take the child back again." Mo father said quietly.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Father, this is just a small misunderstanding."
"If it's a little misunderstanding, with July's temper, I probably wouldn't do it." Father Mo said again, "Shao Yu, but your mother went to the mansion to pick him up in person, Sangsang, that girl, she didn't do it at first. Let it go, saying it was your order."
"Who are you guarding against? July?" Father Mo asked, besides Song Qiyue, who else would come to be so entangled with the child's problem.
Mo Zhengyan picked up Baizi, his eyes never shifted, "It's her who has a temper and has to go out to live. It will be fine in two days."
"So you keep the child. She can go out, but she can't take the child. July also invited your mother and asked her to take the child away." Mo Fu whispered the truth.
Mo Zhengyan was silent, he was speechless, because that was the case. When that son fell, his heart floated and he felt a little heavy.
"You made a wrong move with this move." Father Mo suddenly said.
Mo Zhengyan fixed his eyes and realized that he was in the wrong position. At this moment, he was clearly talking about the chessboard, but it seemed to be talking about children. He said in a deep voice, "It's just a wrong step. The ground won't be lost like this. Up."
"If you make a wrong step, you may have a wrong step." Father Mo slowly said, "You thought you could regain the lost ground, but in the end you found out that you couldn't do it long ago. You think of your opponent too simple."
"Then you won't know until the end." Mo Zhengyan said, his position became more stable and powerful!
Between going back and forth, the sky was dark, and the cars outside were also going back and forth, the chessboard was full of pieces, and the liquidation had begun!
A car light hit the window, shone Mo's father's cheeks, and also slowly lighted Mo Zhengyan's cheeks. In silence, Mo's father said, "The offense and defense are good in the second half of the game, but unfortunately, Bai Zi still lost half his eyes. "
"The most important thing is that you dropped the wrong son just now." Father Mo pointed at the white son.
That's the one he just lost his mind and missed!
Mo Zhengyan smiled, and he calmly said, "I'll do it again."
"If you lose a game of chess, you can try again. Some things, if they are wrong, I am afraid it will be difficult." Mo's father suddenly said, making Mo Zhengyan tight.
His eyes condensed, and he sat there in front of him, his astonishing and dignified aura jumped out, and his aura was compelling!
"If you still want their mother and son, then remember, don't use your child as a condition, as a bargaining chip, the result will only outweigh the gain, just like this game of chess, you can never come back again!" Mo Shengquan Tao.
It will never be possible again, it will never be possible!
Another vehicle passed by against the light. Mo Zhengyan raised his eyes and greeted his father. He stared at him. The father and son stared at each other. For a long time, he said in a deep voice, "So, you didn't take it every time. Can children be the bargaining chip so that there are so many places to go back!"
The words were astonishing, Mo Zhengyan's eyes were questioning. The questioning was Shen Ning, and the entangled ones passed along with the light. No matter it is Mo's father, he has been in the mall for a long time. He, at this moment, he was speechless!
Mo Zhengyan had already begun to put away his white pieces, and the chess cup was also put aside, he drank all the tea in the teacup and put it down.
"I don't have so many places to go back, one is enough!" He said, then got up.
Mo Shengquan sat there, as the day before, once again, the person opposite him left without saying goodbye.
"Ahem." Mo Shengquan coughed lightly.
The confidant hurriedly approached, "Chairman!"
It was very faint, it was his sigh, deep.
...
Dinner that night.
The dinner was set at a high-end restaurant, with Mo Zhengyan and Luo Zheng also present. Just before the last meeting in Taipei was over, the person in charge from the northern part of Taiwan was sent to Hong Kong, and Luo Zheng was naturally accompanied. The lively dinner was intertwined, each toasting and greeting each other.
When it was over, it was late at night, and the two got in the same car, and Mo Zhengyan sent Luo Zheng back.
On the way home, Luo Zheng answered the phone, but it was Shanshan who called. His daughter made a fuss and refused to go to school. She coquettishly said that she missed her. Luo Zheng didn't know what to do. After coaxing her for a long time, she coaxed her well and let her aunt lead to school.
After hanging up the thread, Luo Zheng said with a smile, "He refuses to go to school again."
"If you are not here, she will miss you." Mo Zhengyan said.
Luo Zheng thinks of her daughter, and knows that many places are too inadequate. "I will go back when things are over here. But fortunately, I will always be by my side. I can see her as soon as I go back."
"No matter what, Shanshan, I won't let go." Suddenly, Luo Zheng seemed to think of something. She looked out the car window and said in a soft but determined female voice.
At this moment, Mo Zhengyan suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, when Shanshan was born, he once asked her: Are you not going to tell him
At that time, Luo Zheng said: Tell him, then, will you start fighting for the custody of your daughter
Mo Zhengyan looked ahead, he asked in a low voice, "After he knows it, what will happen."
"If he wants to fight with me, then I can only take Shanshan away and go to a place where no one will find us. No one can separate me from Shanshan, no one can!" Luo Zheng resolutely said.
After sending Luo Zheng home, we continued to drive back to the Mo Mansion.
Countless words intertwined in Mo Zhengyan's ear.
Whatever step is wrong, step is wrong, what can never be done again.
Who will believe, who will believe.
...
Ushered in the weekend, Song Qiyue was unable to rest.
Those three days will come soon. As soon as Sunday is over, the deadline is up. On Monday, you have to face him face-to-face, and so on. On this day, the last day, Song Qiyue couldn't wait any longer, she didn't want to wait until tomorrow, she had to act in advance. She contacted Aunt Xu and learned that she and the child were still at Mo's house.
Immediately, Song Qiyue drove to the old house of the Mo family.
When she arrived at Mo's house, she was not expelled. Father Mo and Mrs. Mo were in the old house. Song Qiyue went in and greeted them with greetings. This time, before Song Qiyue could speak, his father said, "July, take your child back. Although you are well taken care of at home, after all, you are the child's biological mother. It is better to be by your side."
Song Qiyue was astonished by Father Mo's words. Mrs. Mo had already called Aunt Xu to hold the baby down.
Song Qiyue didn't say much, she took Aunt Xu and the child, bid farewell to the two, and left Mozhai.
At this time, it was much smoother than expected, and Song Qiyue couldn't believe it was true. Driving the car, looking at the front mirror, the child was in the back seat, held by Aunt Xu, and told herself that she had really successfully picked up the child.
"Mr. Mo, the call from the old house just came, and Mrs. Zhao said that the young lady went back to the old house and picked up the young master." He Sangsang knocked on the door and entered the study.
Mo Zhengyan didn't speak, but was reading a book in his hand.
"Mr. Mo?" He Sangsang called again, wanting to ask if he needs to go to Mrs. Young.
Mo Zhengyan just said, "Go out."
He Sangsang was taken aback, frowned and retired.
The book turned the pages in his hand, but he didn't see what was written on it. The dense black and white paper in front of him was messed up, and Mo Zhengyan lowered his eyes and closed his eyes.
He can't, he still can't after all.