It has been three days since Song Qiyue came to Nancheng to visit today. In fact, according to the itinerary, they will return to Hong Kong City tomorrow after the investigation is completed in the afternoon. Leaving the factory at night and walking with Kang Ziwen, he asked about Mo Zhengyan, "Why didn't you see Mr. Mo?"
"He went back." Song Qiyue replied, as early as afternoon, when the flight took off, He Sangsang immediately reported her.
"So fast?" Kang Ziwen was a little surprised. Although Song Qiyue had already said that Mo Zhengyan would leave this morning, she didn't expect it to be so urgent.
"The company still has things."
Kang Ziwen remembered that in the morning, Mo Zhengyan's answer was to visit the class. He smiled and said, "In just one day, I came in such a hurry and rushed back. It seems that I am concerned about your health."
Song Qiyue smiled at him, and said nothing.
It's just that the front is the gate of the factory building. I suddenly remembered his sudden appearance last night, and also remembered his sudden words after they walked away Kang Ziwen-I met her on the rooftop a few days ago, but there was nothing!
He appeared recklessly, as if to explain this sentence.
But later, everything afterwards seemed to be out of control, so it was like that heavy rain intertwined.
Back in the hotel, Song Qiyue was about to take a bath, He Sangsang knocked on the door and entered, "What's the matter?"
He Sangsang came in with his mobile phone, "Mr Mo's call."
Song Qiyue took it. Mo Zhengyan's voice was on the other end. He said, "I'm back to Hong Kong City."
"I've known it a long time ago." He even specifically told him
"Your phone can be unblocked." He said again, which made Song Qiyue raise her eyebrows and almost forgot. She did put his number on the blacklist, lest he keep calling to disturb her. At this moment he mentioned that she was silent, and he said again, "Release me from the little dark room."
About to laugh, Song Qiyue pursed her lips, but didn't intend to compromise so soon, "Look again, I'm going to rest and hang up."
She quickly ended the call. Before he could say a few more words, when the phone was handed back to He Sangsang, Song Qiyue found that she was looking at herself with admiration, "What's wrong?"
"Madam, no one really dares to call Mr. Mo." He Sangsang said truthfully.
"Then I will be the first person to eat crabs." Song Qiyue took the towel.
Not only that no one dared to do this, not to mention that Mr. Mo bothered to call and transfer her to answer. There are more, He Sangsang said, "I have been with Mr. Mo for many years, since I met you. , President Mo has really changed a lot."
"What did it become?" Song Qiyue also had a hint of curiosity.
He Sangsang was thinking hard, trying to find suitable adjectives to describe, but in the end he said, "I can laugh and get angry and make trouble. In short, I'm just like an ordinary person."
Wow, wow!
In the bathroom, the sound of running water was rushing down, and Song Qiyue was taking a bath, and the warm water vapor filled her surroundings, blinding her eyes. She raised her hand to caress the drops of water, her eyes were misty, but she remembered the past he said in the wind and rain last night.
When he talked about his admission, it was the focus of the whole school's teachers and students. In addition to his own excellence, the more important reason was his family background. As he said, it was not so much love, but awe.
Ordinary people.
There are so many changes in this world every day, and so many ordinary people are suffering at the grassroots of society. Once, once she was too. But when they are envious of those upper-class society, they may not realize that those who have everything will also have something they don't have, that is, a normal life like an ordinary person.
The last survey was completed the next afternoon. After returning to the hotel, the two made a brief summary of the trip. The data report showed everything, Kang Ziwen said, "With the technology of this company, I think Without a little experience, it should be possible to clear the siege."
Compared with the previous one in Hong Kong City, Nancheng is more capable, and Song Qiyue also thinks so. She replied, "We will look at everything after we go back."
Kang Ziwen nodded and said, "For the plane at night, you can rest for a while."
"Okay, you can rest, too." Song Qiyue answered, and Kang Ziwen left.
In the evening, the plane is half past three in the afternoon. At this time, it is still a bit early for the flight. Song Qiyue was in good spirits. She looked out of the window, fixed her eyes for a while, and took her bag out.
"Madam Young, where are you going?" He Sangsang asked.
"Go for a walk, you don't need to accompany me." Song Qiyue waved out.
Song Qiyue went to the library where he hurriedly left yesterday morning. On the left is Nancheng No. 1 Middle School. At the end of the evening, the students are coming out one after another. It seems to be the reason for the Spring Games, so school is dismissed early. She walked in it, looking at the school uniforms of the students, the dark blue school uniforms of the male students, and the azure blue school skirts of the female students, youthful and presumptuous, it was really enviable.
Came to the Xiangzhang Road again, this time no longer unfamiliar, I have been here more than once. The camphor tree is blooming, and students come and go on the trail. She strolled, smelling the fragrance in the air, stepped on the petals left by the wind and rain the night before, and came to the library.
Unlike the deserted days before, today's libraries are mostly used by students.
Song Qiyue went in and asked the registrar at the registration desk, "Excuse me, may I ask, is the curator here?"
The man pointed in a direction, and Song Qiyue glanced over, then smiled and nodded away.
The curator is at a desk, discussing the knowledge in the book with the students. It is very enthusiastic. The older scholars enjoy the time to discuss with the young people. Song Qiyue stood aside for a while without interrupting them. Until the discussion was over, the curator turned around and saw her standing behind.
The curator was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and recognized her, "This classmate, you are here again."
The two found an empty table to sit down, and Song Qiyue apologized to the curator. He had gone too hurriedly and was very impolite. But today is about to leave, so come to say goodbye. The curator listened to her, and he asked, "I wanted to ask you that day, what is the relationship between you and classmate Mo?"
What's the relationship? Song Qiyue admitted to the curator at this moment, "He is my husband."
The curator smiled, "Actually, I knew it a long time ago. Later, he came to me. He said that you are his wife. It's great. He was still a teenager before, and now he is married. He brought his own My wife comes to my library together."
Time passed, and the young curator was very emotional. He chatted about the interesting things that Mo Zhengyan had borrowed from the library and discussed with him in the past. Song Qiyue listened and felt joyful. After talking like this for a long time, it was almost the same, and she had to rush back to the hotel.
The curator chatted with her very much and gave her a book before leaving, "Wait, I'll bring it to you."
When the curator returned and returned, the book had been delivered to her. Song Qiyue saw that it was the "CienAnosDeSoledad" that had been lonely for a hundred years. "This is his favorite book. Give you one. If you are interested, please Take a look."
Song Qiyue was very grateful and thanked him for accepting it. Just holding the book, but thinking of another thing, she said a little embarrassingly, "Curator, I think the curtains can be changed."
"Curtains?" The curator was surprised. "What's wrong with the curtains? I just let people change them last week during the school celebration. They are all brand new. Why would Mo Zhengyan come over and let me replace them? ?"
"He also said that?" Song Qiyue was stunned.
"Not really." The curator sighed, "I said there is no need to change it. He insisted on taking away all the previous ones and changing a batch of new curtains. They are not exactly the same. What else can I change?"
The curator shook her head inexplicably, Song Qiyue's face flushed, and she said goodbye.
Five o'clock in Hong Kong City is exactly the punctual end of get off work time.
Qian Jue's call came, "Mr. Mo, Mr. Cheng from Bona wants to see you."
"Please come in." Mo Zhengyan agreed.
Cheng Qingning then came to him, led by Qian Jue, she came by herself, and took a seat quietly.
"What's the matter with Manager Cheng?" Mo Zhengyan opened his mouth.
That's really an attitude of business affairs. Cheng Qingning replied, "Mr. Mo, I came to see you today to tell you that Bona has decided to set up an office in Hong Kong. It has been confirmed, so I will take the team out of Mo from tomorrow. It’s a long time ago."
"Of course, congratulations Bona." Mo Zhengyan replied, "Anything else?"
Cheng Qingning looked at him, and said after a moment, "Manager Song has temporarily left Mo Shi to do research. It's really hard work."
"Manager Cheng didn't go from Nancheng to Gangcheng for this project. It was also hard work." Mo Zhengyan replied.
"I hope that the results of Manager Song's investigation will be successful, so that this project can proceed smoothly." Cheng Qingning looked at him, "Mr. Mo, don't you think so."
"of course."
"Mr Mo seems to be very confident."
"If you don't even have this confidence, then there is no need to start this project."
Cheng Qingning must be certain, where does his confidence come from, to himself, or to another person? It was really unclear at this moment, but I remembered everything that Li Chengyi had said in Guangtai Building. Although he hadn't been clarified, he had already explained everything. He turned around after hearing this suddenly. After leaving that day, He appeared in Mohs again in the afternoon the next day.
"I asked President Mo to meet on the rooftop before, this matter did not cause trouble to President Mo, right?" Cheng Qingning began to talk.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her and smiled, "Of course not."
It was his smile, so calm and calm, as if he was in his chest, Cheng Qingning stared at him, "I mentioned it to my husband before, so he may have a few words with Mrs. Mo, hoping not to misunderstand Mrs. Mo, although Mr. Mo said no. "
"No misunderstanding." He replied, saying again, "Even if there is a misunderstanding, I have to thank you."
"Thank you." His smile bloomed.
Cheng Qingning saw it, not deliberately, not ironically, not showing off, it was so open and clear.
But why, he repeatedly thanked him, he was on the rooftop before, and now he is, why do he want to thank him again, why can he say thankful words so casually, why can he still be like this when facing her
Cheng Qingning was about to get up, but Mo Zhengyan also got up together, and he also wanted to go downstairs.
Walking out of Mo's company, the car was already ready, Cheng Qingning said, "I heard that Manager Song is back today, shouldn't Mo always pick up the plane."
Mo Zhengyan responded with a smile, "It will be too late if you don't rush over."
As he said, he got into the car and drove away, but Cheng Qingning slowed down. It's too late if you don't rush over, and it's too late if you don't go. Every time before, she always came suddenly, and every time she left before, she didn't go to see each other. It's late, is it too late
Cheng Qingning stood by the side of the road, she was hesitant about where to go.
And behind that, a car came from far away, and it was Li Chengyi in the car, seeing her eagerly staring so blankly.
She looked obsessively at the direction where Mo Zhengyan had just left.
With this kind of gaze again and this kind of look, Li Chengyi's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly condensed. He has seen it, seen it thousands of times, so that even if he closes his eyes, he will describe it clearly in his mind.
...
In the lobby of the airport, the screen displayed the message of the arrival of the flight, and the man waited behind the crowd.
But after a while, the arriving passengers started to leave.
Among the waves of passengers, Qi Jian suddenly shouted, "Ms. Mo, come out."
It was a group of them, and she was among them, and Mo Zhengyan greeted them.
From a distance, Song Qiyue also saw them. Qi Jian was already tall. Like a bodyguard, Mo Zhengyan was tall and slender, and he stood out from the crowd. He was always particularly eye-catching and conspicuous.
The two people met at the exit, and Kang Ziwen smiled, "Mr. Mo, came here to pick up the plane specially?"
"Chairman Kang has been working hard on this trip, of course I am here to meet him." Mo Zhengyan responded with a smile, "Chairman Kang was costly before, so I should call back today."
"Alright." Kang Ziwen was also happy.
Who knows, Qi Jian immediately said from the rear, "Mr. Kang, please allow He Tezhu and I to have this honour. I can invite you to have a supper."
He Sangsang was stunned, but he reacted immediately, "Mr. Kang, please show your face."
Kang Ziwen has really settled down, how could it be like this? But it was too late to think, because Qi Jian and He Sangsang had already come enthusiastically, once again held him up, and went to the exit.
"Mr. Kang--!" the assistant shouted, and hurriedly followed.
All of a sudden, Kang Ziwen walked far away, but Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue still stood there and hadn't moved.
"Why do you always let Qi Jian Sangsang take people away?" Song Qiyue said in a bad mood, it was really rude.
"Recommendation, as it should be." He replied without embarrassment.
Song Qiyue didn't bother to argue with him, she was about to leave, but Mo Zhengyan grabbed the lever of her suitcase and refused to let her go. She said helplessly, "What do you want!"
"I'll make three chapters with you." He looked at her and said.
Song Qiyue couldn't help being confused and looked at him suspiciously.
"One, we are not allowed to mention the word divorce in the future." He slowly began to talk about the treaty.
No mention of divorce? If it wasn't for what he did, would she have this idea
"Second, the regenerative qi must not shield me from the small black room." He continued to tell, "Also, don't get mad enough to get sick."
Song Qiyue listened to the two things he said, but she didn't agree, but was curious about the third one, "What about the three?"
He held the trolley case and pulled her hand over, "Don't run away from home, now I will take you home."